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fan-fantasies · 1 year

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Do You Jest?

A/N: surprise!! I’ve been feeling really down lately so I figured maybe writing might help. This kinda sucks and sounded better in my head but oh well. Enjoy!

Pairing: Aemond x fem!reader

Warnings: Aegon being a shit, salacious language, making out and mild breeding kink if you squint, heavy use of wife and husband

Summary: you’ve known the royal family for most of your life, but never would you have guessed Aemond’s reaction to your own betrothal.

Part Two

“You’re drooling again, brother,” Aegon chuckled. Aemond shot him a dirty look before turning his attention back to you.

“Don’t you have some handmaid to go fondle?” The prince scoffed.

“Maybe later. I’d much rather join you in ogling our lady.”

“She most certainly is not your lady and I was not ogling!”

Aemond was becoming more annoyed with his older brother by the minute. He couldn’t help it if his eye was drawn to you- your brilliant dress dazzling under candlelight as you stood on the edge of the dance floor.

A few suitors had asked for a dance but you declined each one, feigning an upset stomach preventing you from twirling about.

“You know her betrothal is being announced in a few days,” Aegon whispered. Aemond’s eye widened at his brother’s words.

“To whom is she betrothed?”

“How should I know?” Aegon scoffed. “Some fortunate bastard that will be between her thighs night after night-“

Aemond grabbed Aegon by his collar and pulled him closer.

“Do not speak of her that way ever again,” he growled. Aegon grinned at him before pulling his hand from his shirt.

The elder brother got up from the table and made his way over to you as Aemond watched in panic. He could see Aegon whispering something to you and your eyes flicker over to where he was seated. You nodded and said something back before heading in his direction.

Aemond thought his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

He had known you since you were both children, your family being close acquaintances with his own. You wouldn’t say you were friends- Aemond always being too shy to approach you, but he had watched from afar as you grew into an amazing young woman.

He often found himself having sinful thoughts about you, unable to focus on anything else when you were around.

You were everything he wished for in a woman; kind, intelligent, beautiful, and gentle. You cared for his family as if they were your own and he was eternally grateful for that. Others often found it easy to judge them, but you never did.

He had secretly hoped that his mother might betroth you to him at some point but when Aegon told him your betrothal was to be announced, all hopes of that disappeared.

“My prince, I was told you wished to speak to me?” You asked, appearing in front of him. He could see Aegon snickering behind you.

“No, I didn’t want to speak with you,” he said without thinking, his tone harsher than he intended.

“Oh…I’m sorry for bothering you then,” your eyes dropped to the floor and Aemond felt horrible. He didn’t mean to come across so rude; this is why he kept his distance from you. He would get so nervous that he always said the wrong thing.

“No! I mean, I didn’t request to speak with you but I should like to- speak with you, that is. You are never a bother, lady,” he rushed out.

“It’s quite alright, Prince Aemond. I see now that Aegon was jesting with me. Please, excuse me,” you mumbled before rushing off. He watched as you left the great hall completely and he wished nothing more than to follow you. But first, he needed to do something about Aegon.

Before he could leave the table, his mother called his name.

“Aemond, there is something I wish to speak to you about,” Alicent said softly.

“I’m not in the mood, mother,” he sighed. He looked around for Aegon, but found him nowhere.

“It is quite important.”

“Tomorrow, then. We shall break fast together and we can discuss it,” he said before bowing and excusing himself. His mother sighed as she watched her son stalk from the party.

Aemond wandered the halls until he stopped in his tracks. He saw a figure on the balcony facing away from him but he easily recognized your dress. He wasn’t sure if he should approach you or not, but he wanted to make up for earlier.

“My lady, please excuse this disturbance,” he said, slowly coming up behind you.

You didn’t turn to face him or even acknowledge he was there.

“I would like to apologize for earlier. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“T’is Aegon who has offended me, my prince. For jesting that you wished to speak to me, for getting my hopes up,” you said quietly.

“I shall deal with him once I can find him, I promise you,” Aemond nearly snarled. He hates that Aegon has upset you, but even more so that he somehow contributed to it.

“Please don’t, I do hate it when you two fight,” you sighed.

“As you wish, lady. Just know you needn’t an excuse to come speak to me. It is never a bother to be in your presence.”

“I’m glad you feel that way, my prince,” you bowed slightly and Aemond’s heart sank a little.

“Please, just call me Aemond,” he begged. “Should you not find that too inappropriate. We’ve known each other so long, I hardly think titles are necessary.”

“Titles are everything these days,” you sighed. Aemond had a feeling he knew what you were talking about and his breath caught in his throat.

“Ah, yes. I’ve heard the news. I do wish you every happiness,” he said through gritted teeth. You finally turned to look at him.

“You do?”

“Of course. That is the least you deserve.”

“And what is it that you think I deserve?” You asked. Aemond was hesitant to answer. He didn’t want to reveal his true feeling, both for you and about your betrothal.

“You deserve kindness, loyalty, and honesty. You deserve someone who loves you and only you. Someone handsome and brave,” he trailed off while looking at his hands entwined before him.

“I’ve often found you to be all of those things,” you told him. His eye shot up to your face, only to find you looking at him curiously.

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“Are you, too, jesting with me, my prince?” You asked, becoming irritated.

“I would never, sweet girl. I just don’t know why you’d grace me with such kind words.”

“Should I not be kind to my husband to be? I do not wish for a stale, loveless marriage. So if that is where we are headed please just tell me now,” you pleaded. Aemond found no hint of deceit in your face and he allowed himself for a moment to feel a sliver of hope.

“My lady, who are you betrothed to?”

“You really don’t know?” You asked.

“I need to hear you say it,” he whispered.

“Aemond, we are to be married,” you said, reaching out to touch his hands. You hesitated slightly but before you could pull back he grabbed your hand and pulled you close to him.

“We are to be married?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes, my prince,” you finally smiled at him and he swore he had never been graced with the sight of anything more beautiful.

“Not your prince, your husband,” he said before crashing his lips to yours. You were stunned to say the least, not knowing Aemond harbored such feelings for you.

He held your body flush to his and the rest of the world melted away as he deepened the kiss.

He pulled away but you chased him, reconnecting your lips once again. He chuckled and indulged you once more before breaking the kiss.

“How inappropriate of you, my sweet wife,” he smirked.

“You started it!” You gasped playfully. “You know, I feared that you were disappointed when you heard of our betrothal. When Aegon told me you wished to speak to me I hoped for a moment that maybe you were okay with it. But then you dismissed the idea of speaking to me so easily I knew the idea of marrying me would only repulse you more- but now I’m not so sure.”

“I swear to you I didn’t know. I believe my mother wished to tell me at the banquet but after Aegon’s little joke and how I feared I wounded you, I wouldn’t hear her. Aegon knows how I feel for you and he knows how nervous I am around you which he used to his advantage.”

“You have no need to be nervous around me, it is I who has always been nervous around you. You’re so handsome and intimidating, I feared gaining your affection to be nearly impossible,” you sighed.

“Fear no more, wife. My affections have always been yours and they will always be yours alone.”

“You keep calling me ��wife’ yet I am only just barely your betrothed,” you chuckled. His gaze darkened and he leaned in to kiss you again.

“The title matters not to me; I am yours and you are mine,” he promised before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

His hands grasped at your ass beneath your gown and your legs grew weak.

“Aemond…” you whimpered.

“Keep that up and I won’t be able to wait until our wedding night to fuck my seed into you,” he growled in your ear.

“Do not tease me, husband,” you whined.

“That’s what you think teasing is, little wife?” He chuckled. “You have no idea what lies ahead then.”

Part Two

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maehara-san · 2 years

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━━ 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚

Every single day felt like torture, looking at them was impossible.

As much as you tried to focus on your studies, paying attention in class, your eyes would shift over to them.

It didn’t click in your mind, how everything suddenly changed so fast in such a short time for you. One day you were confessing, the next you were together, and everything else turned into a blur.

You were tired of the ache in your chest, the memories of him knowing he was never going to return back to you.

A gentle hand rested on your shoulder as they carefully nudged you. “Y/n?”

Slowly you blinked trying to get your eyes to stay awake, you lifted your head from where it was resting on your arms. “Midoriya?”

“Hey...” He smiled small. “Class is about to start soon... I thought it would be best to wake you up before Mr. Aizawa gets here.”

“Thank you...” You mumbled, rubbing your eyes hoping to get rid of those dark baggy eyes that never seemed to turn back to normal.

“Have you eaten?” He asked sitting down on his assigned seat.

“No, I didn’t have much of an appetite this morning.” Running your fingers through your hair, you tried to fix your appearance to at least look presentable.

Hearing your answer he placed a small box full of food along with a juice cartoon and milk. “I figured and told Iida to help me prepare something for you to eat.”

You wanted to cry, not because of sadness but at how attentive and caring they were being. At the way your classmates tried to cheer you up despite how awkward it was at times. You felt thankful for the support group you had, being away from home.

“You guys are too kind.” You weakly chuckled.

“We were worried we know things aren’t easy, but we didn’t want you to skip out on your meals.” He said.

You were about to speak when the door opened and the rest of your friends, classmates, walked in.

Ojiro and Aoyama smiled in your direction, you smiled back at them. Shoji and Todoroki then made their way over to you both.

“Good morning, Midoriya and Y/n.” Todoroki said. "How are you feeling?"

"Did that headache go away?" Shoji asked.

"I'm doing much better, thanks for the pain killer." You answered.

"It's no problem, I'm glad I was awake still to help you."

"You need to try and eat too, Y/n." Todoroki said.

"I know... I know, I promise to make sure to eat today." You reassured them, "Midoriya brought me some food, I'll eat the granola bar right now."

"Good, I'm glad to hear that-" Midoriya spoke then stopped midway as his gaze focused on the classroom's door.

"Midoriya?" You asked looking at him confused then followed his gaze.

Shoji and Todoroki were both silent.

Your eyes widened, the person you loved had moved quickly onto someone else already. You didn’t know how long you had been staring that your eyes were starting to hurt, you blinked rapidly.

“Uraraka...” Midoriya spoke slowly, “Are you and Kaachan?...”

Your friend looked down, avoiding everyone’s stares. You looked at how tightly they were holding hands, he kept squeezing the grip as a sign of comfort that he was there by her side. It felt like a nightmare, never did you think that your own best friend and ex-boyfriend would end up together.

Was she the reason why he kept distancing himself more? Shaking your head you tried to keep breathing steady enough to speak.

“S-since when?...”

Bakugo looked around seeing all their eyes were on them. Guilt took over him, it wasn’t the ideal situation for both to show up together to class while holding hands. He wanted to tell you but didn’t think it would matter.

He was irritated and it showed. “What the hell are you all looking at?!” Bakugo shouted, “We don’t owe you any explanation... so stop staring and mind your own damn business!”

You breathed out, “Really?... it is my business, you went ahead and got with my own best friend, Ka-Bakugo! You didn’t stop to think how fucked up this was?”

“We’re already done.” He said. “What I decide to do is never going to involve you, learn to accept that.”

Uraraka lowered her head, making a few pieces of her bangs to cover her face. “I-I’m sorry... Y/n. I wanted to... t-to tell you but I knew you would hate me in the end still.”

“You were the one I went to when things turned into shit, Uraraka!” You raised your voice not caring about staying quiet and if those outside of the classroom heard. You were hurt, you were betrayed. “I-I thought we were close-”

“We are!-” She retorted looking at you, her eyes were turning red. “I still care about our friendship, Y/n. I-I value it too much to have it go down the drain just like that-”

Your hands formed into fists, “If you had you wouldn’t have-!” you bit your tongue trying not to say something you’d regret in the end.

“Even if you started to like him Uraraka, what you did was messed up.” Mina spoke.

“I don’t care about what you extras think.” Bakugo stated, “I chose who I wanted to and I don’t give a crap about any of you! I’m telling you now if any of you decide to mess with her, I won’t hesitate to beat the crap out of you.”

Midoriya stepped forward to approach them. “Kaachan, what you did-”

In response, Bakugo's fist connected with his jaw causing him to fall down to the ground.

"What the hell man?!" Kaminari exclaimed.

"You can't just go hitting people, Bakugo!" Kirishima added.

"Deku!-" Uraraka hesitated on going over to him, despite it all, she didn't like seeing her friends getting hurt.

You kneeled down next to him, "Are you okay?..."

He nodded holding himself up on his elbow, wiping off the blood from his bruised lip. "I'm fine... it was just a hit."

"You need to calm down Bakugo." Todoroki spoke.

"Shut it icy hot before I start with you too." Bakugo threatened.

Uraraka stood in front of him, holding the side of his face. "Calm down alright? We knew what was going to happen... I don't want you getting in trouble with Mr. Aizawa. Let's just go sit down...."

You heard every single word, she ever spoke to him. It was frustrating that he was acting different towards her than he ever did with you. It was like a switch was turned on inside of him, suddenly he turned caring and listened what she had to say. It made your blood boil, how he was treating her better than he ever did with you.

Bakugo nodded, he followed her to his desk to get away from the group.

"Y/n..." Midoriya whispered. "It's okay...."

You sniffled, wiping away the tears with the back of your hands. "I'm tired... it was always the same with him. H-he never listened..."

Without realizing your crying became louder. All heads turned to look at you, they all feel for you. It was a shock to them that from night to morning he suddenly decided to be with someone else.

Mina approached you, kneeling next to you. "Y/n do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Midoriya kneeled beside you as well, his arm resting comfortingly on your shoulder. "Let's take you home... you need some time for yourself-"

Shaking your head, you got up with trembling legs. "I-I'm not going... I-I shouldn't have to suffer because of them." You said resulting in Bakugo and Uraraka to look at you.

Taking a deep breath you tried to steady your voice. "I-I gave everything I had to someone who never appreciated it!" You exclaimed, looking straight at him. "I don't shouldn't need to hold myself back any longer, I don't care if everyone hears what I say! All this time you could n-never listen to me! I tried reasoning with you and even go so far as to take your side even when I knew you were in the wrong.” You hiccuped. “I-I did everything to make sure what we had would last... b-but you never cared enough to try to change. And now all of a sudden... y-you’ve changed?...”

Bakugo stood up. “We already talked, Y/n.”

“No we didn’t.” You stepped forward getting closer to him. “You called it quits the moment things started to fall apart. I tried so d-damn hard to be next to you. I stood awake by your parents side when the league of villains kidnapped you! I risked my health because I was worried sick about your well being... I-I didn’t know if you had been tortured or...k-killed.” Your eyes were swollen, along with your cheeks. “Now you decided to listen to someone else who barely knows you? H-How come I got the end of the stick when things turned south, yet she didn’t?!” You cried out, pointing at yourself. “W-what did I ever do for you to treat me like a stranger?!”

His lips parted, he wanted to say something but no words were able to come out.

“What the hell is going on here?” Mr. Aizawa angrily spoke, making everyone freeze. He noticed the bruise that Midoriya had on his face, “Did a fight break out again?” he turned to look at Bakguo. “What did I say about you two fighting?!”

You spoke up, wiping away your tears angrily. “It’s not their fault Mr. Aizawa. I was the one who started the argument...”

Mr. Aizawa didn’t believe you, nonetheless he went along with it noticing you were in such bad shape. “I see... please go to nurse’s room along with Midoriya.”

Silently you walked out of the classroom, with him by your side. You could feel Bakugo’s stare burning into the back of your head. Mr. Aizawa’s words became muffled, you didn’t care enough to listen about what was the schedule for today. All you could replay in your mind was them.

“Y/n.” Midoriya stopped in his tracks, grabbing onto your wrist gently making you stop too.

“What-... we need to get you to recovery girl, Izuku.” You said looking back at him.

“I don’t need to see her.” He said.

“But-”

He shook his head, “You’re the one that needs help right now, what happened back there...” a sigh escaped his lips. “I know it wasn’t easy for you to let it all out.”

Sniffling, you looked off to the side. “I did it because I was tired... I spend all these days crying over someone who never stopped to think about all the things I did for him. In a blink of an eye he’s in a new relationship... it just proved that those eight months didn’t mean anything to him...” You bit your lip trying to stop yourself from crying again. “I-I was easy to replace...”

“No you’re not.” Without thinking Midoriya pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist while the other rested on the back of your head. “Kaachan is an idiot for losing such a great person. What he did does not measure how amazing you are. If he decided to go as far as to be with Uraraka then that’s on him. You did all you could for him... he’s blind with his own selfishness that he didn’t see how good he had it.”

Your legs felt weak, if it wasn’t for the tight hold he had on you, your body would have collapsed. “Why d-did he have to be such a jerk...” You mumbled burying your head into his shoulder.

Midoriya chuckled lightly. “His quirk is explosion... I guess all that residue from it got too high up into his head.”

A weak smile formed on your lips. “I don’t think he even has a brain to begin with...”

Gently he kept petting the back of your head. “I’m serious about what I said... what he did was on him... don’t doubt yourself because of his actions. Sooner or later he’ll realize what a big mistake he made for letting you go.”

Pulling away, his hands cradled your face. He was being so kind, understanding of how you felt.

“You’re here comforting me b-but...” You sniffled, “I haven’t even been helping you... I know how much you liked Uraraka, Izuku.”

He sadly smiled. “It was going to happen sooner or later... she never felt the same way about me.”

“She’s missing out on someone great as well... she doesn’t know what she’s letting go just to be with him.” You said smiling small. “I hope you find them, you deserve so much more than her. After all you have done to help her too, it’s such a shame really.”

Izuku’s cheeks turned a light pink. “Thanks...”

You both chuckled together, smiling at one another. It brought peace to you both even if it was for a short time. Being alone in the hallway and away from prying eyes was just what you needed. The quietness helped you calm yourselves down.

All you did was look at each other, there was no awkwardness despite being friends. Being with Izuku felt the opposite of how it was with Bakugo. He was kind, caring, and patient. It was a safe space.

Something inside you both changed, you slowly began to lean into one another’s personal space. Your eyes were focused on each other, neither of you closed them. It felt a magnet was pulling you both in, the opposite forces were starting to connect, making it impossible to pull away. You didn’t know if it was because you both needed comfort or you wanted to forget.

When you were centimeters away from each other’s lips, Izuku spoke. “Are you sure?” He whispered.

“I want to move forward... if you’re not comfortable we don’t need-”

He made sure you didn’t finish your sentence and connected your lips together. You were surprised at his boldness, that you didn’t kiss him back right away. Izuku pulled you in closer to him like he did before. He deepened the kiss but kept it soft, not rushed.

Slowly your eyes closed and you finally let yourself give in. A rush of electricity ran through your body. You never thought about kissing your close friend and yet here you were, enjoying it. Your hands subconsciously rested on his hips, kissing him back with everything you felt.

His lips were so soft, you couldn’t get enough of them. A smile formed on each other’s faces as you continued to kiss, like no time was passing by.

Bakugo’s mind kept going to you, he couldn’t get the image of you crying out of his head. He raised his hand. “Mr. Aizawa, can I go to the bathroom?”

Mr. Aizawa hesitated but gave him permission to go. Bakugo stood up, ignoring everyone’s stare. He walked out, running fingers through his hair feeling conflicted. His heart was already set on someone else, yet he couldn’t help the urge to go check on you.

Biting his lip,”Fuck it...” he turned into the opposite direction and headed to the nurse’s office instead. All he wanted to make sure was that you were okay, not because he still had feelings for you. At least that’s what he told himself on the way.

He was about to turn the corner but stopped when he saw you and Midoriya in the hallway. Bakugo stepped a few feet back in hopes you wouldn't see him.

A feeling ran through his veins, he didn't like the way he was holding you. Midoriya was showing too much of comfort towards you. He couldn't exactly read your lips, nor listen to what you were both talking about.

All he could tell was the way you looked at him with those big eyes, like how you used to see him every time you were both alone. He wanted to interrupt you, but he knew it wasn't in his power to do that.

When he thought the conversation was over he walked towards you both. His mind was already made up, and his body only edged him on, before he thought about anything through.

"Y/n-" He stood still as he saw you both kissing. His arm had reached out to pull him away from you but it stopped in mid air. It was clear that Midoriya had feelings for you, even though he liked Uraraka.

Bakugo wanted to do something, anything to get him away from you but he didn't. He couldn't.

Once you pulled away from each other, you looked behind Izuku to see Bakugo standing there.

Midoriya quickly turned around and pulled you behind him, protecting you away from Bakugo.

"What are you doing here, Kaachan?"

Bakugo however was silent, his eyes only moved from Izuku over to you. Swallowing down hard, you grabbed a hold onto his hand. Making sure, that Bakugo saw that you were done. Izuku squeezed your hand back in comfort.

It felt like an eternity, his stare became intense the longer his eyes laid on you. "Is this why, you decided to leave with him?" Bakugo asked.

"It's none of your business." You replied. "I don't owe you an explanation either... you already did the damage, can't you just let me be? Go focus on your new girlfriend... she needs you not me."

“Y/n, can we talk for a sec-”

“You heard her Bakugo, it’s time you start to distance yourself from her.” Midoriya said.

“No one asked you for your opinion-”

“Stop talking to him like that!” You exclaimed. “Don’t you see the way you’re acting you are only hurting those around you who cared? You’re never going to change... I’ve seen that now. So do me a favor and stop talking to me... I don’t want to deal with someone who never cared about me to begin with.”

“That’s not true.” He said.

“It’s not? The way you acted with her in class explains everything I ever needed to know.” You sucked in your lips then let go, looking away from him. “Just stop trying to talk to me... you’re only hurting me more. If you once cared about me... then leave me alone.”

“Respect... my girlfriend’s decision, Kaachan. We may have been childhood friends but I won’t hold back next time if you keep hurting her.” Midoriya said.

His gaze fell onto your tightly held hands, now he understood what you were feeling when you saw them both do the same. Bakugo couldn’t say anything else, how could he? It was obvious he was the one who broke it off without bothering to understand how you felt. So what right did he had to tell you anything?

Izuku looked down at you, you nodded turning on your heel and heading inside recovery girl’s office not turning your head to look back at him anymore.

Standing alone in the empty hallway, he blinked away the tears that were threatening to form. After a minute or so he turned around and headed to the bathroom.

He went to the sink and splashed his face with water, he looked in the mirror and saw his eyes were turning red.

He wanted to be alone, now he didn’t have the audacity to whine about it. So why was it breaking him apart until now?

|A.N: Currently not working so I write on my free time if you'd like to send tips any amount is appreciated, thank you so much for reading!|

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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Hcs of Matt Murdock x introverted!fem!reader?? Can be SFW or NSFW??

Nonny, this request is right up my alley. Thank you for the ask!!!💜 This totally isn’t self-serving and pulled on from my own personality, what are you talking about, don't look at me like that

Fluffy and smutty headcanon | Matt Murdock x Introverted!Fem Reader

When you first met Matt, you didn’t say much, but wow you thought he was handsome.

Of course Matt was smiling and smirking that cocky grin as he mixed and mingled, but it wasn’t because of the lively conversation.

No no.

He could tell you were sneaking glances at him. Your heartbeat caught his ear’s attention, and that made him focus in on the way your blood rushed to your face.

He excused himself from the group he was with and made his way over to you.

“Hi,” he said with a smirk. “I’m Matt.”

You introduced yourself with a smile, putting your people-socializing face on. “You’re Foggy’s friend, right?”

Conversation flowed easily, but as it went on, he could tell you were growing tired, despite how fast your heart was racing.

When you got home and plopped down on your bed wiped from the interactions, you let you mind drift to the handsome blind man that made your heart race.

By no means had you expected to see him again, and you sure as hell weren’t expecting him to be single.

Your first date with him had been completely accidental, but you had talked for hours on end, and you hadn’t felt drained. If anything, you wanted it to keep going.

When Matt asked to see you again sometime, you wanted to say yes, but then panicked.

You knew how you were. You’re fine until you’re aware you like someone. Then you get weird.

“You okay?” he asked with a gentle hand in your arm.

“Y-Yeah,” you stuttered.

Matt had been so worried he scared you off by something he said or did, he didn’t think before he spoke next.

“Listen,” he started. “I really like you. That doesn’t happen a lot for me. If I made things weird, I’m sorry.”

“Oh my God, no, that’s not—wait, what?”

The man blushed. He fucking blushed like a kid with a crush.

He cleared his throat. “You’re easy to talk to. You listen, and you really think about the things we talk about. And I like the sound of your voice.”

After nervous chuckles both bubbled from your chests, things were a lot easier after that. He knew exactly what to say to get you out of your shell and let you shine so incredibly brightly.

While neither of you are opposed to a nice night out, you both enjoyed spending nights in together. Turns out, for all of the charm that is Matthew Murdock, he can be just as big of an introvert as you.

Matt especially loves it when you two cook together. He can always tell what you’re going to do because of his heightened senses, but the way that you respond to him lets him know how comfortable you are together.

One night, he had asked you what book you were reading. He’d never read it himself, and after he told you that, you offered to start from the beginning—even though you were halfway through.

He’s pretty sure that’s the moment that he knew he was in love with you.

And, God above, did he love the sound of your voice. That was the first thing he wanted to hear in the morning, the last thing we wanted to hear at night, again and again for the rest of his life.

When you found out he was Daredevil, your reaction threw Matt—the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, the Man Without Fear—for a loop.

You used his spare key to drop off a surprise for him at the same time he was descending the roof access steps in his Devil suit—helmet in hands

Matt was mortified, especially since he didn’t hear you.

“Huh.”

“Huh”? That’s all you have to say?

“I can explain,” he panted.

“You don’t have to. I mean, it’d be nice, but you don’t have to now.”

Without another word, he heard you pad over to the kitchen and grab a glass, filling it with water before you met him at the base of the stairs.

“D’you need anything else?”

He explained everything as you sat on his couch, applying some bandages to wounds softly oozing blood and carefully balancing an ice pack on his shoulder. And you just listened, letting him get it all out.

“It’s a lot,” you said after a heavy pause. “It explains things, though.”

“How?”

You carefully licked your lips, taking a careful breath to figure out how to articulate your thoughts.

“Well . . . You know things that you shouldn’t. You know things that seeing people wouldn’t. And then there’s all the bruises and cuts and sore muscles. No person is that clumsy—for all that you know and act how you do and then just to write it off as ‘Whoops, I’m just a klutz’? This makes perfect sense.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad isn’t the right word. I’m upset that you felt that you couldn’t tell me, but I fully understand why you didn’t. I just hope that now you feel comfortable enough to come to me so I can help you for whatever you need.”

Man, if conversation came easily before, it flowed like a stream now, and you were so incredibly in sync.

And this openness didn’t just effect your everyday lives.

Oh no.

It only made your sex lives better.

It’s no secret that Matt is experienced with women, and knows exactly what to do to make you feel good.

And just because you’re an introvert, that doesn’t mean you’re naïve.

The sex between you two is mind. Blowing.

It’s nothing like either of you experienced before.

Tender, loving sex.

Lazy morning sex.

Shower sex.

Quickie sex.

Office sex.

It was a good day at the office sex.

It’s been a rough week at work sex.

Hard night of patrol sex.

I missed you sex.

I was worried about you sex.

You’ve got me feeling like a horny teen sex.

Days that end in -y sex.

You name it—once you two started being intimate, you didn’t want to stop.

You, who is usually so quiet and reserved, let yourself be vocal and loud when you’re with Matt—he makes you feel safe enough to be like that, and you want to let him know in whatever way that you can.

And Matt, who can be so stoic, relaxes and enjoys the moments where you’re under him, wrapped around him, fingers sending goosebumps all over his skin, making his hair stick up in all kinds of directions, whispering his name over and over like a prayer.

After the horned-secret is no longer an invisible barrier between you two, everything just got so much better.

You hold onto one another tighter, kiss more passionately, feel everything so much deeper.

You both know sex isn’t everything, but it takes your relationship to the next level.

You love each other so much.

But maybe most of all, you both love how you were able to pull each other out of your shells.

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yanderestarangel · 1 year

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☆Yandere!Edward Richtofen ☆

a/n: just using some posts from my old blog ( I excluded it because I wanted to focus more on the things I liked and not stick to just one topic ) Anyway, enjoy.

Tw: male reader and gn, other than "you" no other names used, death, blood, manipulation, harassment, dark themes, non con.

This man met you when you unexpectedly fell into an intradimensional portal connecting realities.

You fell at his feet

Like a fallen, lost angel who needed to be held at any cost and when I say any cost, I mean literally anything.

Young Richtofen tries to hide his sadistic side from you, he will always give you a friendly and reassuring smile, but deep down he wants to see you in your most intimate and fragile state. If you are an independent person who likes to do everything alone, forget it my angel, Richtofen will simply cut your independence completely, whether you like it or not.

He will remind you of how he saved you when you were so lost in his world, the desperation in his eyes as he saw a horde of zombies chasing you, you literally begging a stranger to save you from death, how grateful you are it must be because he did it. the one who found you and none of your mates who would leave you there without a second thought.

He would use anything to see you grateful and fearing in a way. Edward hates this feeling that fills his chest and warms him.

The man hasn't had much human contact in his 30 years of life, the university was empty and cruel to poor Edward and the gods have sent you, their saving angel.

He trembled just listening to you talk, seeing you every day seemed like a difficult task, Richtofen controlled himself more and more not to grab you in the middle of everyone and claim you as his. But you haven't realized it yet. For you, richtofen was just a crazy doctor who had created the zombie apocalypse you were in now while still worrying about returning to your reality, you were afraid, like how much time had passed there, if your world would corrupt like that of Richtofen someday. To you, the innocent Y/N Edward was a friend or acquaintance you were uncomfortable with, but kept as a means of survival and gratitude, after all he set you up and saved you from being eaten alive by the undead. But in the rotten mind of the doctor. You were his. Only his.

Richtofen knew how to get him home, it was simple, easy and fast. But he never told you. Never. Every time you met him, the same thing was repeated.

You would enter his lab in an abandoned building a few meters away where you and the rest of your team slept, he would smile at you asking you to come closer.

You would ask the man again who would pull you into his lap and ask for a kiss in exchange for the information. "-My love..." Richtofen started with you in his lap passing his nose over your neck and hair, you felt uncomfortable with the man's big hands on your thighs going up and up, you could feel the man's breath on your skin . "-I have the name Richtofen, please don't call me that." -you said as you took his hands away and stared at him, the man smiled and lowered his tone looking at the notebook in front of him. "-Nothing so far, I'll see if I can do something else and send you home soon... But nothing my prince." - said the man while blatantly lying to you, he knew how to get you. But he wouldn't. You left the frustrated man's legs and went to his dorm again hearing Richtofen say something but you didn't even turn around to see him.

How long has he been saying the same thing? 2 weeks? 2 months? 2 years? You didn't even know what time it was anymore. In addition to Richtofen, no one in the group was interested in talking to you, which made him frustrated for having only the doctor as a support to not go crazy in this distorted world.

Edward was working on other things, the main one being how to kill more zombies so the two of you could live a little better in that horrible reality. He even thought of opening a portal and running away with you to another place, but that would be too risky and he hated risk. Then you and he would stay in that world forever, but the man saw that you were getting more and more impatient and that worried him leading him to a drastic and horrible measure, kill all his team members and succumb to total madness only you are he .

He waited for you to sleep that night and quickly took care of killing all your team members, Richtofen felt nothing. The warmth of someone else's blood just made him feel empty without any regrets.

He quickly disposed of the bodies giving zombies outside the safe walls of the city, you were quickly returning and showering cleaning the blood and gunshot marks on the gray building. You woke up with a weight on the side of the mattress and quickly turned around to see Edward smiling at you, bidding you a warm good morning.

After that you went downstairs seeing the silence of the dorm and asking the man where all the other members were.

And that's when the theater began.

Richtofen lied playing the victim saying that the men had found the portal to his reality, you smiled happily but everything fell apart when the brunette said that they had entered and placed a timed detonator so no one could find them, it seemed like a false lie and it was really, but the air there and the current loneliness made you hyperventilate with all that belief in your doctor “friend”.

You cried while Richthofen mentally repeated an apology, he blamed himself deep down for all of this, but there was no going back.

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sonicblueartist · 1 year

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𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐏

Part.i - Part.ii - Part iii -

Author Note: I couldn't help it

Masterlist

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃: Yes || No

Pairings: Tails x Reader

They/them // She/her // He/him // Other

Summery; Simple. You two switch bodies and had to face with the different life styles you two in, until you guys switch back of course.

A/n: Does anyone want to be in the tag list?

Warnings: Hiperventing, cursing, etc.

Word Count: 2994

Have Fun!

You fiddled over your fingers as you sit and not so carefully listen to Sonic's oh so dangerous and fun adventure. No matter how you force yourself to listen to him and tell yourself it’s important you can’t seem to focus. There is this feeling you wanted to look away everytime you tried to focus on him. Your ears twitching with every weird little noise. Your eyes can’t stay focused on his face or eyes or mouth. You keep losing your focus, it becomes blurry and you keep blinking…. You tried everything to just…. seem like you’re listening to him, hopefully it’s working.

“Tails?”

Just how can you not focus?! It should be easy! Agh! So much noise, giving you a headache! Your tails twitching, you can feel them becoming sore, so uncomfortable! Aren’t you sitting right? Why are they hurting!? You feel so out of your skin.

“Tails.”

You tighten your fists, your body is so tense, this is all so wrong. Your ears are ringing once again. You could hear your rapid heart beat. So fast, so fast! You can’t breathe, it's so stuffy in here, your chest hurts. It’s hard to breathe, suffocating you in this cage. It hurts! You should have never touched that STONE, NOW YOU’RE GONNA DIE!!! PLEASE NO

“TAILS!!”

You leap on your seat nearly falling out of your place. Yours and Sonic's eyes met, staring at each other. You were shaking so slightly. You notice how quick and short your breathing become. You quickly try to fix it. Were you having a panic attack just now?? Sonic looks so quiet and... worried, serious? So scary and out of character for him… You never saw this side of him before. Your mouth was so dry...

His eyes travel to your hands, you glance down also. Oh god…. you– he has claws?! You didn’t know that! You didn't feel anything about their presence either. He has retractable CLAWS!!!? AND THEY ARE DIGGING ON THE SIDE OF THE TABLE!?

“Oh, ah…” You tried to get them out but that didn’t work. You use more force, “Come on, come on!” You are wobbling the table now.

“Hey, hey. Calm down. Be careful. You're gonna hurt yourself.” Sonic stepped in and gently grabbed your hands, tenderly freeing your claws.

You stare at them, your gloves were ripped off because of the claws. You frowned. How are you gonna… put them in? Your breathing sped up once again. Why is this happening to you? Why hasn't this stopped yet?! You’re so tired dealing with this!

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. Look at me please.” Sonic gently patted your back. You couldn’t look at him, your head spins.

“I want you to take a deep breath now. And tell me 5 things you can see.”

You tightly closed your eyes and hid your hands on your lap. You took a shaky breath and looked at him. You were confused but you listened to him, “I… can see you?” You glanced around, “I can see a window. I can see uh.. my hands? Uh, no, wait–” Why did you say that!? You don’t want to be reminded of your obvious claws!

“It’s okay. You’re doing amazing! Please continue.”

You force yourself to glance around again, “I can see a pot, I can see… birds… Is this enough? Did I count five?” You want all of this over and just sleep like none of this happened.

“Yes, you did it so good! Now can you tell me 4 things you can feel?”

You huffed and closed your eyes, “I can feel… my tails. It’s a little hot here... I can feel… my bangs. I feel… nervous? I don’t know, what else?…”

“Now can you tell me 3 things you can hear?”

“Ah, that’s an easy one.” You smiled, “I can hear your voice. I can hear my heart beat. I can hear… birds?”

“Can you tell me 2 things you can smell?”

You sniffed and chuckled, “Well, I can definitely smell the chili from you. And some mint over the cabinets.”

“One thing you can taste?”

“That’s definitely mint.”

Sonic chuckled at your answers.

You smiled and thanked Sonic. You understand what he was trying to do and it definitely worked. And you're grateful for that.

Wow, you don’t know how he knows this or where he learned about this but you shouldn’t be surprised. He is a hero after all. He’s probably dealing with all these all the time. He didn’t even panic once...

“You okay now?” He smiled gently, and caressed your arm.

“I’m fine.” You grinned cheerfully, still a little uncomfortable but trying to get used to it.

Sonic didn’t look convinced but nodded nevertheless and smiled back, ”If you say so…”

You get to your feet, with the help of the table. Jeez you were forgetting how short you become, “Now if you excuse me… I… want to take a bath… You can… do whatever you wanna do?” You grinned nervously. Thankfully Sonic nodded and patted your head, “Of course. But… I won’t be staying much longer…” He sighed upset, “I know I promise to spend more time with you but I need to go and—”

“It’s fine!” He looked surprised. You didn’t mean to interrupt him so quickly… “I mean, it’s cool. Really! There are so many people who need your help, and it’s totally normal! We can… spend time later.”

Sonic grinned, “It’s a deal then. If I don’t come around until tomorrow morning then I’ll buy you all the mints you want but if I come I want chilidogs.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah, of course, it sounds good.”

“Take care, alright?” He gently nudges your side with his fist.

You smiled, “I’ll be fine, Sonic. Don’t worry, you go.”

He nodded, “I know you will be.” He added, “Oh, and you should go change your gloves.”

You two said your farewells and he left. You wave behind him and close the door. You were thankful that he didn’t question your behavior.

“Fınally! Thank god! Agh!” All of this seems like Tails saying it, not you. And it feels... odd. You’re using his voice.

You can make him say whatever you wish.

You grinned mischievously. You hold a lot of power in your hands right now.

But first, you gotta handle this ‘claw’ station, even though you are more calm now, they are still visible. I mean if your theory is correct then they must work along with your emotional state right? When you feel smother and cornered, your fight and flight instinct kicked in, you believe. Tails probably knows better. You should ask him… without seeming blunt…. but how?

You leaned over his door to his workshop, “Heyyy Tails? Howzit going?”

“What did you do?” He didn’t even look at you. He seems to be having trouble getting used to your body also.

“Nothing? That was a genuine question?”

He glanced at you, “What do you think? I’m still researching this… stone.”

“You didn’t find anything?”

“Other than it switches the minds of its users? No.” He gave a harsh glance.

Ouch… It was your fault so… It’s fine.

You sighed, stepping inside, “I’m sorry.”

He sighed and finally looked at you, “It’s okay. I’m sorry also… I’m just… tired.”

You nodded, “I understand.” You added with a smile, “I’m in your body after all. But seriously you need to sleep more. Your sleep schedule is like shit.”

He shook his head, "Of course it is. Don't question it much though. I'm nocturnal."

"Wait, really?"

He nodded positively as an answer, “I hope you didn’t fall again?”

You proudly posed, “Nope! I think I’m getting good at that!” You carefully walked towards him, “Yep, I’m good.”

He playfully rolled his eyes, “You need to practice your walk though. You’re walking like an astronaut.”

You feel your face burning, are you blushing? “Yeah, you’re right…” Wearing nothing, your mind screaming the alert that you are naked but at the same time your fur keeping you so warm feels like you’re already clothed up. But you’re so used to wearing something, obviously, you don’t think you can be able to walk outside so calmly about this.

“Is… that a bad thing?”

“In space? No. Here? Definitely. Especially if you want to blow our cover. Did Sonic leave?”

“Yeah…”

He sighed, you sensed he’s a little upset over it, “Good. This will make things easier and faster.”

You bite your lip and regret it quickly, flinching away, you shake your head at your repeated mistake. You keep forgetting his teeth are sharper than yours.

You looked down at your hands, “Hey, can I ask a hypothetical question?”

He continued working, “...Sure.”

You drummed your fingers against your hands, “Suppose a person is very frightened and feels threatened. And if they take out their…claws. How can it be solved?” Really? That was the best come up you could do against a genius?

You watched him carefully, he didn’t even react, “Just try to calm that person’s nerves. The rest will come naturally.”

So, he knew what you were trying to do? But you’re already calm! That didn’t help at all… Or maybe you’re still freaking out. Seeing how hot the place still feels like, you figured it’s a yes.

You sighed sitting down on a pillow nearby. You gently take off your gloves and freeze. Oh god no way! He has PAWS. You try so hard to not squeal over this. How cute! Your claws make it a little bit scary though…

You grabbed your tails and made them separate around you so you could sit better. You try to think about things that can calm you further. Maybe learning more about this ‘new situation’ can make you feel better? Everyone gets scared of the unknown. Feeling like you’re comfortable with it might make you finally be at ease.

What do you like to do? Or, what he likes to do?

You don’t know what to ask, do or think at this point.

Your ears twitch with Tails’ frustrated groan. You look up confused until you understand he accidentally hits his head on a cabinet while getting up. You grabbed your ears feeling his pain, metaphorically of course.

“You okay?”

“I’m gonna get brain damage I swear.” He groaned, rubbing his head. He paused, “Or... you gonna get one. Sorry about that. I still couldn’t get used to–”

“It’s fine. I couldn’t either.” You waved it off with a smile.

He sighed and shook his head, “Y/n, I have bad and good news. Which one do you wanna hear first?”

“Uh, bad one first?”

He couldn’t even face you, he looked so disappointed, “I… can’t figure this out. At least from here. I tried everything. Nothing. We need to find another one. This one is just… a normal stone now. It's drained. Even though it is the exact same gem that transformed us, which is understandable I guess. We need to search for a charged one. And I have no idea where we could begin to search. Because I already scanned the area where we found this one, and did not detect any abnormal power surges at all. We need to go and search by ourselves. Because I have a theory that my detectors won’t be useful for sensing any of their energies. These are all for detecting chaos energies not… whatever this is.”

You hummed in thought then grinned wanting to cheer him up, “Hey, it’s fine! This means we are going on an adventure by ourselves. It will be fun!”

Tails wanted to say something but instead smiled, “Yeah… We never… go on an adventure… just the two of us. And we could learn better to deal with our disadvantages and get comfortable with our… differences.”

You nodded, "So, what's the good news?"

"This… thing has no after effects nor has a time limit kind of thing. It's not going to wear off until we find another one."

"So, we're stuck like this forever?"

"Until we find another one."

"Can you remind me, how is this good news?"

"It has no after effects. It's not going to kill or hurt us. Isn't this enough?"

"No, you're right."

You notice Tails keeps pushing his hair back with an annoyed face. Not having ears like yours nor that much hair he didn't know what to do in this situation. You smiled and got up.

"Wait lemme help you with that." You reach for a hair clip as Tails listens and sit down for you to reach him. You remove a tuft of hair out of his face as he carefully watches you.

"Is this better?" You asked after removing the hair out of his eyes.

He smiled at you, a red tint appearing on his cheeks, "Yes, thank you."

You swallowed harshly, "Ah, it was no problem!"

He hummed, noticing your ruined gloves on the ground, "Let's find you another pair of gloves. There need be a spare couple in my room."

You looked down on your hands. The claws were gone making you sigh in relief, and confuses you too.

You walk up to the ruined pair and sighed, "I'm sorry about this…"

"No problem, I can sew them again."

You looked up in surprise, "You can sew?"

He nodded, "Yes."

"That's really cool!"

He smiled, "Thanks! Now, let's go shall we?"

You waited outside of his door frame as he walked around in his bedroom searching for his gloves. "You sure you want me to get inside your room?"

"For the last time- yes! Why wouldn't I want to? It seems like you need to get used to such things too! You're in my body!"

"Yes but–"

"Y/n, please come here."

You sighed, finally accepting and took your first step into his room.

"See? Nothing happened."

"What if I see something… personal?"

"You won't. I don't… possess any. Just a few pictures with Sonic and others here and there."

He was right. Actually his house was donated with frames of his friends and him.

You sit on his bed as you continue glancing around more comfortably while he searches.

"Want me to help out?"

"Naah, it's fine. Where the hell did I put those pairs?!"

You stop watching him as your eyes land on a frame next to his bed. It was a picture of you and him. You smiled tenderly. That day was a chaos, so many things happened but in the end, you two end up eating your favorite flavored ice creams anyway! Smiling at the camera while you two hold those carifully, you wondered why Tails chose this day to keep close to himself.

"Tails?"

He hummed.

"I didn't know you still had this photo! Even framed! This is from the times when we first met! I can't believe you actually keep it. Wow, that day was exhausting."

Tails chuckled, "I don't know what you're talking about. I kept every photo I took and framed the important ones all the time."

"So, I'm important?" You grinned with a playfull manner.

He turned to you finally finding the pairs, "Of course you are." He handed the gloves to you.

"We're friends aren't we?"

"Yeah…… we are." You didn't know why this phrase affected you so much. It was true. You two were just friends.

You wore your new pairs. Before anyone can say anything else the heavy silence interrupted with your phone ringing.

You glance at Tails as he picks up his phone.

"Ah, Amy's calling? Is there a specific reason you can think of why?"

You thought about it. Why would Amy call you? Is today a special day? No?

"Come on! If I don't open up she will get worried and suspicious!"

"I don't remember any special event!"

"Then it must be important. I'm opening it."

"Wait, if it is so important, why is she calling me from my phone?"

"You don't have a communicator?"

"I don't have what?"

"How? I should have built you one! Forget it. We will worry about that later." He answered the call.

Before he could talk Amy beat him up to it, "Y/n! Why didn't you answer?! Did something happen? You okay?! I'm coming over!!"

"Wait!!!" He chuchkled awkwardly, "There's nothing to be worried about Amy, because well I was…. showering?"

"Ah, I see. You finally decided to come! Perfect! I was going to ask you if you were coming! Be ready in an hour! I'll pick you up, okay? Okay. I'll see you later, love ya, bye!" And she closed the call.

Tails raised a brow, "So, you didn't know, huh?"

"Oops, I forgot about that…" You chuckled nervously, "You can't blame me with all this 'body swap' thing going on! It completely got out of my mind!"

"Okay, okay. So, what do Amy want?"

"You're gonna hate me for this." You grabbed your ears in embarrassment.

Tails rolled his eyes with a smile, "Come on! Nothing can be worse than grocery shopping! I can handle that! And when we finish we can go search for the gem. If there are no other interruptions that we don't know about?"

"There isn't anything that I know of, what about you?"

"If I don't count my little date with my gadgets, then none and none."

You rolled your eyes at that, "Okay…. Listen, what Amy wants is probably gonna take your whole day and will shake you on edge for specific reasons. But I'm sure you can handle it. And I'll be there too! So don't worry, okay?"

Tails deadpanned, "Tell me what's going on."

"There are a lot of perks and downsides about being a girl but—"

"Just tell me!"

You finally spilled out, "It's a girl's day!... and a night too..."

You nervously stared waiting for a reaction from him. He just looked back.

He sighed and walked out of the room, "This will scar me all my life."

#allenwrites #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #one shot #body swap #tails x reader #sonic x reader #tails #sonic

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boliv-jenta · 10 months

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Jack Daniels x gn!reader

Warnings: A little flirting. A tiny bit of angst.

Summary: A fluffy little post workout drabble for anyone feeling a little stiff today.

The close call last month had you working harder than ever. If you'd be a second slower, Jack would have fallen to his death. If he hadn't been able to help you pull him up, you would have lost him. The weight of that realisation threatened to crush your heart. The heart that violently thrashed against your rib cage as you pushed for a new personal best. In the moment, the force of it served to push away the heaviness of what could have been.

Jack had noticed. Of course he had. He noticed everything about you. To know someone is to love them, right? It was that unspoken love that drew him to pass the gym every morning. Even though he had Ginger monitoring your virals, he still wanted to see that you were okay with his own two eyes.

The treadmill beeped signalling that you had reached your goal. In a new personal best. With your legs like jelly you stumbled off of the machine, preparing to cool down. Bending at the waist and bracing yourself with your elbows on your knees. Your lungs gulped in air as you willed them to calm down.

It shouldn't have surprised you, how Jack was able to cross the gym floor in silence, yet it did. His hand gently on your shoulder turning into your hand gripping his throat. "Ssshh. Easy there, Darlin'." He made no effort to remove your hand. He was content to let you feel in control.

Once the shock wore off you yanked your hand back as if his smooth, warm skin had been on fire. "Sorry, Jack. I was just…." Your shoulders slumped. Obsessing? Panicking?

"I know what you were doing. What you've been doing everyday. You must be sore after all that. Let me help you stretch." With gentle hands he guides you back to back with him. His arms thread through your elbows. He slowly leans forward, opening your chest up wide. Your shoulders protest for a second but relax. "You know you can tell me anything that's on your mind. It's not good for you to be distracted."

"I know. I'm good. I just want to up my training."

"I'm surprised you have enough energy left. You spent enough time running through my mind." You can hear the smirk in his voice.

"I'm sure I do. Why do you think I'm training so hard? I can't have you catching me." He releases you from his grip as you smile at your retort.

It was almost like old times. The times before your feelings broke through. Before they invaded your every waking thought. Before you carried the weight of them in your chest and on your shoulders.

"Here." He showed you to the mat.

Sitting with his legs astride his patted his inner thigh for you to brace your feet on. Taking your hands he pulls lightly, stretching you forward. Your legs burn as do your hands from his touch. Such a simple gesture, holding of hands. It can mean so much. Part of you wanted to not let go. To run as far and as fast as you could away from your jobs. To keep you both safe.

"On your back." He pats your leg and you complied. One of your legs is on his shoulder as he comes to kneel between them. His hands hold your thigh and he pushes you into the stretch.

"Is this position really necessary?" You arch your back and tilt your head to draw his attention downwards. You'd rather bare your body to him than your soul and the way those big brown doe eyes were looking at you, you could tell he was looking for answers.

Jack made no attempt to hide the appreciative sweep his gaze gave your body before returning his eyes to yours. "I want to help you. So why don't we get to the root of the problem?" Leaning back he switched your legs. "We both know every time we go on a mission there's a chance we lose someone."

"I know that." Your arms came up above your head in a stretch to give you something else to focus on.

"So what? You've just realised it's different when you love that person?" His words piled further weight on your chest.

"Jack.." You try to shift away from him as far as you can while still underneath him.

"Look, Honey, I ain't got to hear it from your pretty lips. I just need to know that I feel the same and if it was you hanging out there, I don't think I'd be doing as well as you are. See you there, knowing you could be just out of reach, being helpless, that would have torn me apart."

Lowering your leg, as well your guard, you let him get close. His body settled on yours pushed the weight from your chest. The press of his lips on yours relaxed your limbs more than any stretches ever could. Breaking away you rested your forehead against his. "What if I lose you Jack?"

Tracing your nose with his before he dips his head for another kiss, he replies. "I'd rather be lost than pushed away."

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #jack daniels x reader #jack whiskey daniels #fluffy

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stackthedeck · 2 years

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39 and 183 for Mattfoggy if you're still taking prompts, thanks for the consideration sorry my choices are so angsty lol : “I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…” “I love you. I’m sorry.”

I'm always taking prompts thank you so much!!

39. "I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…"

183. "I love you. I’m sorry."

oof this one hurt! I thought about doing something with the blimp, but I think it's so much better when it's the consequences of Matt's own actions

Almost dying and disappearing for months means missing a lot of life. Matt was in a dark place then, but Fisk is back behind bars and he has Karen and Foggy back, Nelson, Murdock & Page. He has his old life back before he screwed everything up. He’s finally found a balance between the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and Matt Murdock.

But he missed out on a lot of life, not just his own but his friends’ lives.

It was a Friday night when Matt realized just how much life he missed. Foggy had invited him out to Josie’s, but not Karen. Which in retrospect should have been strange, but Matt just assumed she had other plans. But it felt good, just the two of them. It was just like back in college, they weren’t worried about their cases or Daredevil or crime, just ordering the cheapest stuff and drinking it fast enough to get wasted.

Except it wasn’t like old times because Foggy’s hair is clipped short and his cologne is expensive and they’re both older and there’s more history between them. And maybe that’s not so bad. Throughout the night, Foggy kept opening his mouth, his heartbeat spiking, he’d make some choked-off noise, then shout for another round of shots.

They got cut off minutes or hours ago, who’s to say? The point is, they’re stumbling around very drunk, Matt clinging to Foggy because he’s got the spins and he hasn’t got the focus to do the whole radar thing, and maybe Foggy is warm and he wants him close. Just like old times.

“Foggy—” Matt buries his face in his neck, breathing in his scent, sweet beneath everything else “—you’ve been trying to tell me something all night, like all night and you’ve got us both drunk about it. W-What’s going on?”

“I—” Foggy stumbles then collects himself, freezing for a moment as he hiccups “—I have a question for you.”

“I might have an answer.” Matt smiles, goofy and easy. He likes being able to smile like that, hopes that Foggy likes it too. He can’t tell right now and that’s kind of nice, not having a perfect map of the block inside his head. Nope, it’s only Foggy in his head right now.

“Do you—” Foggy stumbles again, grabbing Matt by the waist and almost taking both of them to the ground “—Do you get the spins?”

“What?” Matt feels himself blushing. He was already rosied cheeked from the alcohol but Foggy hasn’t moved his hand from his waist. “That’s not what you want to ask! Of course, I get the spins, we’ve talked about this before.”

“Oh yeah,” Foggy says and Matt thinks he can hear the smile in his voice. “Hey, there’s a bench over here, let’s sit down.”

Foggy leads Matt to the bench, hand still on his waist. And they sit—well they collapse into each other and Matt finds his head on Foggy’s shoulder. He misses his long hair, how it’d brush against his face on nights like this. But the alcohol is making him warm and fuzzy and the night air is cool so it’s not bad, it’s actually pretty good.

“I don’t know why I’m being so weird about this, man.” Foggy chuckles and Matt can feel the vibrations in his chest. “I already know the answer, but it feels so important that I gotta be nervous about it.”

“Just ask me, Fogs,” Matt says into his neck and he thinks he could maybe place the name of Foggy’s cologne.

“Alright,” Foggy says, “w-will you be my best man at my wedding?”

“What?” The world is suddenly spinning, not the fun spins from booze, but the world-ending sickening spin, like a blow to the head spinning.

“We haven’t set a date yet, but I wanna make sure that everyone important can make it. Honestly, Theo is going to kill me when he finds out, but there was only one choice, it’s you, it’s been you since—”

“You’re not getting married.” Matt pulls back from Foggy and he thinks he’s got his head pointed the right way, but that’s the least of his worries. “You are Marci aren’t actually, are you?”

“I mean—” Foggy shrugs, the movement jostling Matt even further from him “—I guess it got lost in all the Fisk bullshit, but I bought a ring—”

“This doesn’t make sense,” Matt tries to laugh, but the sound comes out mangled. Foggy and Marci have been on and off again since college. No way are either of them actually committing. They were dating when Nelson and Murdock dissolved and when midtown happened and when Matt got back but… Maybe it does make sense.

“I know, I should have asked you a couple of shots ago, and I guess I forgot to do an engagement announcement. I forgot that you’re not on Marci’s instagram. But you’ll do it, right?”

“Of course.” Matt takes a deep breath and it’s just Foggy filling his lungs and head and heart and—goddamn it, he can’t. “Of course, you’re my best friend. I—I uh I…”

“Now you’re trying to tell me something.” Foggy knocks their shoulders together and Matt just wants his hand on his waist again, wants him five blocks away from him so that he can breathe.

“Don’t make me say it,” Matt says.

“Say what?” Foggy sounds so heartbroken and it’s Matt’s fault because he’s shit friend, oh god he can’t—

“Do you have something against Marci? She’s changed, man—”

“No, Marci is great, she makes you happy.”

“Please, you can tell me anything, buddy.”

Not this, never this.

“I love you.” Matt tries for his courtroom voice, confident and calm, but the words just come out cold and small. “I’m sorry.”

“Love like—?”

“Yeah.”

Foggy doesn’t turn away, lets the contact between them linger. It’s a gift, it’s a curse. “Since when?”

“Since college,” Matt smirks sadly, the memories rushing back to him, “since we used to do this kinda thing every weekend, since we became roommates and you didn’t think I was helpless just because I couldn’t see, but you called me a hero. And you never offered help but you always gave it when I asked. Since you started guiding me and I could always feel you right next to me, since—”

“Matt, you’re crying.” Foggy’s hand is on his face, wiping away tears from beneath his glasses. It’s so comforting and it’s so demeaning. He needs to feel Foggy’s hands on him. He needs him five blocks away so that he can breathe without choking on the smell of him so much warmer, more intoxicating than the booze clouding his system.

“I’m sorry, this isn’t about me, I’m happy for you, I really—”

“I love you too.”

“What?”

“Of course, I love you,” Foggy sighs, “we’ve been so much more than friends for years, I wouldn’t let a friend treat me like you do.”

“I’m sorry, I know that I should have done so many things differently—”

“You could have said something sooner.” Foggy swipes his thumb under Matt’s eyes, drying the last of his tears. They’re so close and Matt needs them closer. Slowly he leans forward and Foggy lets their mouths connect just for a moment.

“You’re drunk, I’m drunk, don’t do that,” Foggy says, not taking his hands off Matt’s face, “I’m engaged, don’t do that. Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Because you would have left,” Matt says, surprised that more tears don’t flow down his face as his voice cracks, “Foggy, everyone leaves. If I just kept you at a distance, you wouldn’t go. Maybe if you—if I—”

“You needed me to make the first move?”

“No.” Matt buries his head into Foggy’s shoulder, breathing in the scent of him. It’s changed so much since college, but beneath it all is something sweet that smells like home. “Yes? Maybe? I don’t know what I was waiting for. Maybe I thought you’d wait for me to put all my pieces together…I didn’t expect you to wait forever. I just hoped…that I’d get myself together before you could leave.”

“I’m not leaving you, Matty.” Foggy’s hand is in his hair, on his back rubbing soothing circles into his shoulders, filling his lungs, his head, his heart. “And you don’t have to put any pieces together. I love you as you are right now.”

“But?” Matt says because there’s always a but, always a catch, always a door shutting and never opening again as they walk away.

“But I can’t love you like you need.”

“I know.” Matt takes a deep breath, counts to ten, then pulls back. “And I’m honored that I can be at your wedding, buddy.”

#asks #fanfic #my fanfic #matt murdock #foggy nelson #matt x foggy #mattfoggy #daredevil #marvel

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violetueur-archive · 2 years

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the intimacy of hands. » ACCEPTING

@geistxhund asked: [ HOLD ] – for the sender’s muse to hold the receiver’s muse by the face / neck gently and brush their thumbs along their cheeks to get them to focus on them. - w/out his gloves, scarred hands and all, my final coup de gras 👌

It’s her fault, this whole thing. Even if he’s likely to insist otherwise, she knows it’s true, regardless. It’s her fault, for insisting she join him for this gig, and the fact that everything went wrong... she’s to blame for that, too. Bad habits die hard, it seemed. It was one thing to be reckless with her own life, risking it all despite being terrified by the thought of death, but it was another thing entirely to be reckless with his. She’s still not accustomed to caring about such things— never had to bother giving a shit about anyone else before, but herself. It’s not that she lacks empathy, but compassion doesn’t come as easily to her as it does to others, and after the things she’s been through, who could really blame her?

Hurting decent people wasn’t the goal, but she wouldn’t be left broken-hearted if accidents happened ( could ignore the guilt that weighed on her heart, if she tried hard enough, usually ). And hurting bad people was a hobby— something that made being turned into an experimental freak worthwhile. That was the simplest way to divide people, before. No need to concern herself with fucking up and bringing harm to someone she cared about, because there wasn’t anyone like that. Or hadn’t been, at least. Nicolette was still coming to terms with even being able to assign such a label on him, struggling to grasp what it really meant to put someone before herself and sincerely worry for them. The few times she’d felt that strange warmth in her chest and fluttering sensation in her guts still confused her, only because her brain refused to focus too hard on the meaning behind it.

But this... it’s impossible to ignore this. Her chest aches something fierce, not unlike a bullet wound, but unfortunately she hasn’t been shot. In fact, she’s almost entirely unharmed, and all this pain is internal, thanks to his interference. She’d drawn too much attention, allowed arrogance to cloud her judgement, and when more people had showed up than she could handle easily, Nicolette had resigned herself to being hurt. It wasn’t hard to do, at this point. It wasn’t like she enjoyed pain, but she was used to it. She could handle it usually, sure, but monster or not, she was still human. Nicolette was not immortal, and Khaz knew that. Too kind for his own good, and just as careless with his own life apparently, because he’d been the one to take all the heat while she executed their attackers. It was easy to do, without being in their focus, but once it was over and she saw... all the blood, well... she freaked out, a little.

Or a lot. The raven can feel the growing panic rising like a glass being filled and soon enough it’ll overflow until that glass shatters, and she doesn’t know what she’ll do, then. Distantly, in the back of her mind, Nicolette knows he won’t die. From his scars alone, he’s been through this just as much as her, and he’s a freak too. That thing she’s managed to spot a few times on his back, it... it will heal him, but what if it’s not fast enough? She’s noticed that it isn’t instantons, and normally that would be fine. She’s here, after all, a convenient deterrent to blood loss, but somehow... it’s not working so well, this time. She can’t focus over the ringing in her ears, breathing stilted and coming rapid gasps as crimson fluid continues to stain her hands, her clothes, the ground. There aren’t quite tears, but her eyes burn with the threat of them, expression pinched and fearful. ❝ Sorry, I’m sorry, I— I’m trying but it’s not... you keep-- ❞

There’s a quick shake of her head, helpless and overwhelmed as long, plum hair fall over her shoulders and brush against his legs. He’s propped against the wall, slightly taller than her even while sitting as she rests on her knees, leaning into his space to press pale fingers against his abdomen. She cannot bear to look at him, unsure if she could keep her composure that’s already crumbling, but he makes the choice for her. Spiraling like this, the raven does not expect the coyote’s touch, flinching minutely as both his hands lift to find her, cupping the sides of her neck and cradling the undersides of her jaw. Despite the panic, she cannot help but relax into the act of affection, offering no resistance as he tilts her face up towards his.

The moment their eyes meet it all seems to fall away, her agonized expression crumbles to something wholly and uncharacteristically unguarded. The pads of his thumbs brush over her cheeks that have become lightly flushed, smearing a splotch of his blood over her fair skin, but neither seem to notice nor care. Somehow, the act melts the tension from her shoulders in an instant, and her breathing begins to slow. A moment passes before she realizes that his gloves are gone, and something about that makes the stupid organ in her chest go batshit insane, slamming itself against the walls of her ribcage like a bird trying to escape its gilded prison. Maybe she’s having a heart attack, because the thing feels like it’s about to fall out her ass as the sensation of his bare skin seems to permanently burn itself into her flesh. His hands are messy and scarred, like her own, and the callouses on his fingers make her shiver as they stroke her cheeks and neck. It’s incredibly warm and entirely comforting, like she somehow knew it would be.

Long lashes flutter for a moment as she holds his gaze, searching, finding that he does not look alarmed. There’s not hint of concern, as if saying that everything was fine. In fact, she cannot decipher his expression at all. It’s soft almost, and maybe fond, but she’s too unfamiliar with having such a look directed her way that she can’t tell. He seems to be searching for something, too. If anything, he looks more worried about her. Nicolette sees his lips move from the edge of her vision, unable to tear her eyes from his, and while it sounds muffled to her ears, she thinks it might be her name. ❝ Khaz... are you— ❞ It’s a soft whisper that wavers, but if he notices, he doesn’t draw attention to it, nodding instead. ❛ I’m okay. ❜ he answers, voice low and grounding. The feeling of blood seeping through her fingers is gone, a good sign, but she doesn’t pull her hands away just yet. A heavy, shaky sigh leaves her all at once, taking the fear with it as her body sags, held up only by their points of connection. Both eyes fall closed, brows knitting together as she leans further into his palms. Bloody hands only pull away from him to move to his wrists, curling around them and staying there, as if to hold on or keep him from letting go. Maybe both.

❝ Okay, ❞ she breathes, ❝ okay... ❞

#geistxhund #LAYS DOWN AND DIES #cries and screams and throws up #WHEN I SAID I WAS INSANE I MEANT IT IM SO SORRY #I LOVE!!! HANDS!! TOUCHING! TH—#AAAAAAAA #also i had a great icon already wow #ANYWAY FACE HOLDING AND CHEEK STORKING AND—#↳ ASKS ❛ since you’re lookin i’ll put on a fuckin show ❜#↳ VERSE ; MAIN || ❛ shes looking like shes not all there / looking like a nightmare ❜#panic attack tw//#long post

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gojous-exbabymama · 3 years

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random headcanon about some of the jjk boy’s during sexy time

warning: smut, 18+, mdni, aged up characters, daddy kink, size kink, anal sex, crying, oral(f/m), unprotected sex, fluff, slight angst if you squint, loss of virginity, and injury to reader but nothing serious

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gojou saturo

“that time you sneezed” + “caught a cramp so bad he almost passed out”

- sex with gojou is always fun

- hate to admit it but it’s true

- it’s unpredictable yet super exciting

- don’t tell him that tho or else he’ll never shut up

- your back was arched against the sturdy kitchen table with your legs bent and pushed to your chest

- gojou was thrusting into you just right, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you screaming

- “yes, yes. right there d-dont stop!”

- “right there princess? am i hitting your special spot?”

- “you don’t have to answer that, i know i am~”

- “go on, scream louder for daddy, let em’ know just how good im making you feel”

- if you weren’t too focus on cumming you would of told him to shut the fuck up but he was making you feel good

- and you learned a long time ago that he doesn’t need to hear it from your lips to know, your body spoke for you

- the knot in your belly was growing tighter

- you were so close, your cries letting him know

- gojou glances down at you, watching your tits bounce with each thrust as your face twisted in pleasure

- “aww y/n-chan, i wish you could see the faces you’re making”

- gojou grips a hand to your face, squishing your cheeks together hard

- “soo cute princess~” he coos mockingly, watching as your face scrunched up, eyes going watery and nose twitching

- you felt it right then, the small tickling sensation in your nose that had you breathing picking up

- mustering up all your strength, you pulled your face out of his palm and turned away

- before he could say anything cheeky, you were letting out sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze-

- if gojou wasn’t so balls deep inside you he would of thought it was cute

- but no, your body tensed and jerked with each sneeze that it had you clenching so tight around his cock he couldn’t even move

- the loud whine and groan pulls you out of your sneezing frenzy as you watch gojou’s body shaking, all movement coming to a halt was he tilts his head back

- that’s when you felt it, rope after rope of his hot cum painting your walls

- followed by a loud, painful yelp coming from him as he pulls out swiftly, gripping the back of his thigh

- you sat up quickly but was forced back down from his body weight alone as you feel him go slack against you

- “saturo?” you tapped him but didn’t get a response for a few moments until he shot his head up

- “oh my god, i just came so hard i got a cramp and almost passed out!”

- you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at that as he pouts a little, hands rubbing up and down your sides

- “it wasn’t my fault you were squeezing my dick so tight I couldn’t stop myself”

- “am I hearing the great gojou saturo has no self control?”

- you were only teasing but he took that as a challenge as he gripped your legs, pulling them up and onto his shoulders, his dripping tip rubbing against your folds

- “gojou wait, i need to-need to clean my nose!!”

- he waste no time and pushes his length back inside you, ready to punish you for thinking he was weak

- “leave it, you look cute with a runny nose anyways princess~”

- your face was covered in tears, snot, and his cum by the time he was down with you

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megumi fushiguro

“cumming way to fast” + “that time he accidentally got it in your eye”

- being a sorcerer was stressful asf

- he was exhausted literally all the time and getting injured left him bed bond for most days

- megumi barely had time to even relax

- but that’s what you were there for

- your weren’t one to brag or anything but you thought you were good at sex

- and megumi always made sure to tell you just how good you felt

- weather it’s your pussy squeezing him or the tight feeling of your throat wrapped around his throbbing length

- so to say that you felt a wee bit cocky the first time he came just seconds after bottoming out of you would be an understatement

- but you made sure to comfort him when you notice the pout and frustrated look on his face

- “that’ll never happen again” he mumbled out before cleaning you up

- but it does happen again

- about three more times actually

- and every time he grew more and more pissed at himself

- he was stressed! you knew that so you didn’t knock him if you didn’t finish

- you would tell him that it was ok

- “these kind of things happen gumi’”

- “you’re working yourself too hard baby :/“

- “let me help you relax, pls”

- expect he was never relaxed after cumming so quick inside you

- honestly, you were surprised that he could still get it up from all the stress he carries around

- finally done with finishing first every time, megumi made it his mission to get you right

- which is why he was kneeling between your legs, skirt lifted up with your panties stretched and pulled to the side as he feast on your cunt

- and you were a mess because it has been awhile since you got off and only megumi could make you see stars

- he had you spread wide for him, licking and sucking on your swollen clit that had you moaning just for him

- “ahh megumi please~” you don’t even know what your begging for but he does

- thick fingers thrusting in and out you had you gripping the sheets while your thighs tremble

- tale tale sign that you’re about to cum so he takes his fingers from out of you

- before you could whine at the loss, he’s soon thrusting his tongue inside your weeping pussy, ready to catch everything you give him

- “gumi i-im gonna cum for you!”

- “do it, cum for me kitten, cum right on my tongue”

- your body shook as you cum around the stiff muscle of his tongue, thigh squeezing around his head as you grip and pull on his hair hard

- he lets you come down, pressing kisses along your thighs before he stands up, stripping himself out of his clothes

- switching spots, you kiss along his stomach before reaching for his throbbing cock

- giving small licks against the tip to catch his precum dripping as he groans

- your mouth waters and you don’t wait a second longer before you took him in your mouth

- bobbing your head up and down, moaning when you feel him thrusting slowly in your mouth to match your rhythm

- you were just getting started when your eyes meet his right as you take him to the back of his throat

- big mistake

- the hand that has a grip your hair grows tight as he cums down your throat with a loud groan

- it caught you off guard and you didn’t have much time to prepare for his large load

- you pull off his length with a cough, he’s cum dripping from your lips as his load finishes on your face

- megumi hearing you gasping loudly brings him back to earth when he sees your head slight bent with one of your eyes squeezed shut

- “y/n?” calls as you hiss, shooting him a small glare is when he sees why

- “your cum got in my eye megumi.”

- “i-im sorry ba-“

- “dont just stare get me a towel!!”

- after cleaning you up and feeding you, megumi laid on top of you as you cuddle him closer

- he apologized more than enough you’re gonna have to give him kisses to settle him down

- “it’s ok honey, i still thought it was hot.”

- megumi could only groan, pouting as he watch you grin

- “you could say that i didn’t see it coming, huh huh?”

- megumi groaned once more as he buries his face into your neck

- yeah he definitely wasn’t going to let that happen again

————————————————————————————————————————itadori yuuji

“that time it was your first time” + “was that a mouth on the side of his cheek?”

- bby boi

- you can’t really say what sex is truly like with yuuji

- since you’ve never had it with him because you were a virgin

- and he was fine with that, he’ll wait for as long as you liked

- the first time it almost happened was back in him dorm during his 3rd year

- you both talked about it and agreed to have your first time be together so a week later, yuuji had the perfect night planned for you

- he really pulled out all the stops

- we’re talking warm scented candles, rose petals, soft music playing in the background and your favorite take out

- it was actually really romantic ngl

- after dessert you found yourself laying back on his bed, making out with such passion it left you feeling buzzed

- everything was slow, both your movements gentle when taking off each other clothes

- giggling and kissing the nerves away

- yuuji reached for you bra, getting it undone with easy

- his eyes in your body from your breast down to your thighs rubbing together, pretty pink panties covering center

- “you’re so beautiful baby” he whispers

- it was moment were you took each other in before you reached for his hand, bringing it up to where you wanted him to touch you first

- your eyes closing shut once you feel his warm hand squeezing and caressing your breast, gasping softly when you feel his thumb brushing over your nipple

- his lips leaving yours before kissing down to your neck had you feel needy

- the room filling with sounds of your pleasing sighs and his heavy breathing

- all of it cut short by the sound of a low rugged voice

- “what are you waiting for? just fuck her already”

- your eyes shot open and you couldn’t stop the loud scream from your lips

- because why the fuck was there a mouth on his cheek and an eye under his eye??!?

- once you pulled the sheets over your naked body did yuuji realize what had happened

- he slaps a hand over his cheek so hard he knocked himself out of bed

- ok so maybe he didn’t tell you everything about why he was at the academy and in hindsight, he probably should of told you everything before he had you naked

- after calming you down and getting a ice pack does he tell you about how he ate an ancient cursed finger and now there is a very powerful curse living inside of him

- it was definitely hard for you to wrap your head around this information because you weren’t a sorcerer, you didnt see demons or cursed things or even knew about those kind of things

- so yeah, you were a bit freaked out, a little upset and needed sometime to think so you left

- yuuji understood and gave you as much time as you needed but he was literally dying on the inside without his baby

- he was mopey, quiet, and just overall sad to be around because he missed you so much

- finally after a few days you reached out and invited him over to your place

- tear was shed and yuuji apologizing profusely

- “im sorry y/n i love you so much, i dont want to lose you”

- “you’re not going to lose me yuuji, i love you to much for that to happen just promise me no more secret mkay?”

- he agreed with a kiss that quickly turned heated and you were back in your room

- “he’s not going to..ya know?”

- yuuji quickly shutting it down because “nope, him and i have a deal, he won’t be coming out when it’s just us, i promise”

- that’s enough to put you at ease and soon enough, clothes were thrown off and you two were finally connected

- yuuji thrust were gentle, making it easier for you to get used to his size

- his fingers rubbing circles on your clit left your body shaking and your pussy clenching around him

- and when you both cum at the same time, you’re gripping and holding each other tight

- yeah he may have shedded a tear or two when he came it was just that good

- aftercare king where he cleans you up and cuddles, whispering ‘i love you’s and soft kisses

- “promise me you won’t die yuuji”

- there’s a pause before you feel his lips kiss your forehead

- “im not going anywhere baby, i love you”

- he promised no more secrets but right now he can’t tell you what will happen the day he finds that last finger

- but for now, he’s content with just holding you until then

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aoi todo

“that time you slapped him” + “he literally blew your back out”

- the time you’ve seen todo first time was shirtless

- you were terrified and turned on because what the fuck?

- no seriously, what the fu ck¿!

- dude is massive

- like was it even legal to be that massive?

- and when he dropped his pants for you the first time, you straight up walked out the room because there ain’t no way in hell

- “that thing is not going anywhere near my pussy”

- “please babygirl, just the tip?”

- it took a very, very long time before you even allowed that

- not even when your mouth watered or your pussy went purr

- his cock was just too big

- but after awhile you kinda got used to him once you realize all your insides were still in tact

- you’ve had some sex mishap, that was much was a given since this is todo we’re speak off

- you slapped the shit out of him one time when you heard him moan some idols name while he had his dick down your throat

- you didn’t let him touch you for almost a month

- he learned his lesson quick tho

- or that time he was fucking you standing up

- legs hanging over his broad shoulders while his hands held a tight grip on your ass bouncing you up and down on his thick cock

- you were three rounds in, body hot and covered in sweat

- the room filled with sounds of your moans, his deep grunts and the sickly wet squishing sound of your pussy

- todo was abusing your whole, having just made you squirt all over his cock had sent him into a frenzy, his pace picking up at a new speed

- until he took a step forward, his foot slipping out from under him, sending him falling back but he was quick enough to reach out to grip the dresser behind him

- but not quick enough to stop the stacks of manga from falling on top of you both

- one word to describe sex with this beefy man: passion

- everything he did in bed was always him trying to show just how much of a man he is and that only he could satisfy you

- whenever he was done with you, your limps were sore and achy

- it felt like you ran a marathon then swam six miles and back

- meanwhile he barely broke a sweat

- todo always made sure you were left spent and satisfied

- no matter when or where

- and he saw you bending over, getting a small peak of the underside of your perfect ass, he had to have you

- so that’s how you found yourself in a small closet, it could fit two people comfortably

- but todo made up at least three on his own so there was barely any room but that doesn’t stop him from fucking your ass

- you held your upper half up by gripping onto the shelve in front of you as his large hands grip and squeeze your plush ass

- “thats it babygirl, doing so good”

- it felt so good taking him like this, his heavy balls slapping against your soaked cunt while he pounds his throbbing length in and out your ass

- hands slapping each cheek before leaving you spread open to watch him fuck you

- “f-fuck so tight!” he thrust harder, pushing your body forward “you love when i fuck you with this big cock don’t you?”

- you move a hand back to try and slow his movement but he only grabs it and keeps his held to your back

- “too much d-daddy..s’ too big!”

- but he keeps going, grinning wildly when he heard that

- todo stretched you out good for him and it was still to much cock for you

- your cries and moans bounce off the walls, your grip on the shelf growing loose the faster he went

- he sends another hard spank against your ass before his fingers found your needy clit

- pinching and rubbing quick circles around the bud had you gushing

- “oh fuck yeah, you filthy girl cumming from getting your ass fucked? so dirty”

- your body shakes as you tongue rolls out your mouth, panting and whining like a bitch in heat

- “fucking needy, perfect girl just for me” he growls, his hips picking up speed as he chases his high

- “t-to..slow..down”

- you could barely get any words out, your brain slowly turning to mush as you become nothing but a toy for him to cum inside

- he was going feral, loving that he can turn you so dumb from just his cock alone

- the sound of wood cracking catches your attention before the shelf you’re gripping breaks, sending the front of your body forward down

- the scream you let out make todo halt all his movements, his big hands and large arms holds your middle to keep you up right as you start to sob

- “w-what’s wrong?”

- “can’t move…it hurts!!”

- white hot pain shoot through your back as you body goes stiff

- five hours later you’re being wheeled out the hospital with strict orders to not leave the bed

- you made todo swear not to tell anyone about this and swore on takada’s life that he wouldn’t tell

- but when yuuji comes to visit and ask what happened, here comes this big guy

- “it was my dick, my dick put her in a wheelchair brother!!”

- please slap him again sis

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jupitersreadings · 2 years

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that night.

summary; based off the song unsaid emily from julie and the phantoms because that song breaks my heart.

warnings; just sad calum.

length; 1.5k

pairing; calum hood x y/n

calums pov;

" cal.. calum, calum!" ashton shook me out of my daze, he was looking down at me along with michael and luke who have moved over to where i was sitting. " i've been calling your name for the past 3 minutes, it's your turn to record "

the past two months have been a complete blur smooshed together. i ran out on someone i shouldn't have, and now i don't even know if they ever want to speak to me. i haven't been able to focus on anything but her.

" calum " ashton snapped again now down at my eye level. he knew, they all knew. i haven't spoke of it since the night i left. i ended up at ashton's house, i remember explaining what happened and i was so angry. looking back i was nothing but selfish.

" yea. " i managed to get out, " i need to get it off my chest, i don't know what else to do. " i breathed out.

" yea, yea, well pause on recording, cmon " ashton nodded in agreement. he's been trying to get me to talk about it since everything, i haven't. luke ran off to talk to the producers and the writer we were writing with today. ashton helped me up and we made our way to another room.

everyone piled in, ashton bringing over what instruments we needed in. i finally realized what was going on when a notebook and a pen was placed in front of me. all eyes were focused on me and i sighed, closing my eyes. her face, her sad tearful face showed up. i promised to never leave, and i did, i ran out on her.

" take your time cal. " opening my eyes and seeing michael holding an acoustic guitar in his hands. i looked towards the paper and began to write down what happened.

first things first, we start the scene in reverse

all of the lines rehearsed, disappear from my mind

when things got loud, one of us running out

I should've turned around but i had too much pride.

it was all coming back in waves. the night i chose not to remember or think about. she was so happy, i hurt her. looking up at the guys, they could see it in my eyes. " here " i reached for the guitar in mikeys hands. " um.. how does this sound " sounding weak as i spoke. taking a deep breath i began to tell the story of that night. i got a smile from all three of the guys and encouragement from the writers in the room.

" do you mind if i chirp in? " ashton asked, he was the only one who saw me in the moment and heard the words coming out of my mouth. he's also the only one who's talked to her sense everything. i shook my head, moving over to make room for him.

no time for goodbyes

didn't get to apologize

pieces of a clock that lies broken

he sang looking over at me for approval and i nodded. " that's good " i managed to get out, " um and then i was thinking maybe something about wanting to do those things. like closure almost? "

" oh what about.. if I could take us back, if I could just do that " luke sang, " like the beginning of the chorus. i bite my lip and nodded writing down everything that sounded right.

as the session went on, tears fell from my eyes and i needed to leave about four different times to calm down. the chorus was the hardest part to write. verse two came so easy.

silent days, mysteries and mistakes

who'd be the first to break?

i guess we're alike that way

as sad as it sounds there were laughs when writing it, poking at both of our bad traits. we'd point them out to each other and laugh about it, together.

" calum " luke knocked me out of my head once again. i looked up to see his tall figure sitting down next to me. this song was being created by all of us, the writers haven't changed anything once. " do you still love her? " his words flooded my brain. all of our precious moments together and memories we've created over our two years relationship and life time of friendship.

" calum! " i heard y/n yell, i ran as fast as my 7 year old legs would carry me to my neighbors yard.

" i'm here ! " i exclaimed, out of breath, i saw she was ok and smiling. she sat on her deck stairs with two cups and a plate next to her.

" you told me to call for you when mommy made cookies! so i called for you. " she giggled, her dimples were exposed, i couldn't help but smile at my best friend. i walked over and sat next to her, she handed me the cup of milk and then a cookie.

" thank you peaches " she looked back over with a smile.

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" peaches don't cry " i pulled y/n into my chest holding her as close as i could. her first heartbreak broke her, she had so much hope in him, in people in general. " he doesn't deserve that satisfaction " i placed a kiss on top of her head.

" it hurts cal. " she whimpered out, my heart broke for her. i pulled her away wiping her tears, her glassy eyes looked up at me. she's too young to be hurting like this.

" y/n, there's so many more guys out there and they'll treat you like the princess you are. they'll never let you go, never leave, never hurt you, okay? " she hiccuped and nodded, " you're heart is too beautiful to be hurting peaches. i love you. "

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" i love you calum " my beautiful girlfriend spoke as her arms wrapped around my waist, hugging me from behind.

" i love you too peaches. " i turned wrapping my arms around her short figure as she looked up at me. she was glowing, looking so genuinely happy and beautiful. " you're so beautiful y/n, wow " my heart swelled up as i looked at her. she tucked her head away and blushed deeply causing me to laugh.

" ew make it stop " ashton whined from our dining room table. both y/n and i looked over at our single friend sitting at our dining room table eating a bowl of cereal.

" they're in love ash, it'll never stop " luke laughed, sitting right next to him, eating cereal as well. ashton let out an aggressive sigh and shook his head.

" you're literally in our house ash, eating our food " y/n pointed out causing everyone to laugh, including herself. i looked down at her, she seemed so happy.

—

i looked back up at luke who was sat next to me. my vision was blurry but i knew the answer to his question. " mhm, i don't think i'll ever not love her. " i nodded, he rubbed my back comforting me. i looked over at the paper and it all came to me.

and write in every empty space the words "I love you" in replace

then maybe time would not erase me

if you could only know I never let you go

and the words I most regret are the ones I never meant to leave

the words fell onto the paper so easily as i finally reminded myself of her beautiful smile. i finished writing the chorus, dropping my pencil looking at the paper.

" i miss her "

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here i was, outside of the place i left months ago. i looked down at the cd in my hands with the word peaches spread across it. i walked up her steps and just as i was about to place the cd next to her newspapers the door flung open.

" calum " she spoke, my head shot up seeing the girl i walked out on and left two months ago in front of me. that night came flooding back in all its glory.

" stop telling me what i can and can't do y/n! "

" i'm not telling you what you can and can't do i'm trying to help you. not from a girlfriend point of view but from your best friend sense kindergarten point of view! " she yelled back at me. we were both worked up, stressed, and overall we both just needed a hug.

" shut the fuck up! you don't know anything. " i stormed upstairs, and i didn't hear footsteps behind me. i began throwing stuff into my bag, i couldn't do it anymore. i didn't want to anymore. i got back downstairs and she saw my bag. i got a glance at her, her eyes were welled up as she wiped a fallen tear and bit her lip.

" cal.. where are you going " she sounded broken, just how she was years ago.

" i'm leaving. don't call, don't text, just leave me the hell alone. " i reached for the door knob and opened the door.

" what..? where does this, this leave us " i couldn't bare to turn around knowing tears were falling from her eyes. i didn't know how to answer her question because i genuinely had no clue. i just walked out and the door closed behind me.

" y/n " is all i managed to get out.

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maybe a part two...

#5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer imagine #5sos #5sos imagine #5sos x reader #calum hood #calum 5sos #calum imagine #calum hood imagine #calum hood one shot #calum hood x you #calum hood x reader #calum hood x y/n

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 3 years

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Words: 6,188 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: Alexandria, pre-Negan + flashbacks in other eras Warnings: language, fear and anxiety, mention of fear of heights Summary: Y/N and Daryl head out on the run for the requested medical supplies. Things are tense, but possibly about to get worse... This part is written in Daryl's POV!

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“I ain’t waitin’. I got a whiff of him and I gotta go before it disappears.”

“Daryl, are you sure about this?” Carol pressed him, creases from worry between her eyebrows. “Are you sure you’ve really thought this through?”

“What is there to think through? If he finds her again, he’ll kill her. And I ain’t waitin’ around for that to happen.” The archer was a blur of activity, gathering his gear and shoving it into his pack.

“I think you need to talk to her about this,” Carol insisted, relinquishing her hold on his poncho somewhat unwillingly as Daryl pulled it from her hands.

He shook his head. “Nah. Ya know she’ll want to be there and I can’t risk that…” he trailed off. “I can’t risk—can’t risk that.”

A thick silence stretched for a moment and Carol wrung her hands. “Well, what are you going to tell her?”

He paused, his hands on the clasp of his pack. “I ain’t tellin’ her anythin’. I’ll leave before its light tomorrow. By the time everyone is up, I’ll be gone.”

“What am I supposed to tell her then? When she inevitably asks?” Carol pressed him. “You want me to lie to her too?”

“I ain’t lyin’,” Daryl snapped. “‘M just not—not tellin’ her everythin’. ‘M ending this so she can move on.”

Carol’s jaw tensed. “It feels like a lie.”

“Just tell her I went north. To see what I could see. Lookin’ for supplies,” he drawled, setting his pack and crossbow on the ground beside his bed. “I don’t know.”

Carol sighed heavily and shook her head as he straightened up. “I don’t think this is—”

“Look, tell her whatever ya want. Just wait until ‘m gone. This is happenin’. It’ll be done. S’gonna be over with. For good.”

She shook her head and gave him a long look before crossing his cell and gently clasping his shoulder. “Be careful. I mean it,” she said, surrendering to the fact that there would be no changing his mind. He nodded, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth for a moment.

“I will.”

Carol gave him one last look full of anxiety and left him.

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I hardly slept. Maybe caught 20 minutes here and 15 minutes there. Anxiety about the run—that’s all it was. At least, that’s what I kept tellin’ myself. Wanderin’ into a hospital was about the dumbest shit we could do. They always promised to be loaded with unexpected bullshit and floods of undead assholes. But lyin’ flat on my back in the dark, I knew deep down it had a helluva lot more to do with her than it had to do with the run. I was tryin’ to remember the last time I’d spent more than ten minutes alone with her and it left me with a feelin’ like somebody had dropped a damn lead weight onto my chest. I turned over in bed in an attempt to throw it off, but it still sat there on my lungs. I knew exactly when we’d last been alone for longer than a few minutes. Of course I fuckin’ knew. It was burned into my goddamn memory.

But it wasn’t doin’ me a lick of good to think on it so I pushed it away and waited for the clock beside me to read 5:15 before I climbed out of bed. My gear was all waitin’ ready, except for pickin’ up a gun on the way out. I half-expected to run into her in the armory, but it was dark and empty when I grabbed a handgun and some ammo. It felt like a lonely walk to Aaron’s, up the empty street, dew heavy on the grass, and my bootsteps echoing loudly off the dark rows’a houses. I never feel right in here… with the square little lawns and lights on by the front doors. It just felt fake, like somebody had built paper houses and was plannin’ to light ‘em up to burn any minute. I couldn’t feel settled. I just felt… lost. Outta place. Like I didn’t belong.

I’d gotten rid of that feelin’ once… My mind drifted back to her like it always did. It was like I didn’t have no damn control over my own mind. She’d been the one who’d made me feel like I belonged. But now? Fuck. I’m doin’ it again. Focus, dumbass.

She wasn’t waitin’ by my bike either, so I rode up to the gate. As the lookout platform came into view, I caught sight of her climbing down, followed by Gabriel. Her pack was slung on her back, a shotgun hanging at her side and her favorite pistol in a holster on her thigh. I found myself chewing the inside of my cheek. Nerves. Anxiety. This was gonna be a long fuckin’ day.

“I’ve got the gate,” Gabriel said, heading for the latch. She wandered over and I felt a jolt when she met my eyes. I nudged my nose up in a nod, but she just looked back at me with that same stony expression. Unreadable. It always seemed like I never saw her smile anymore. Maybe she did, just not around me. I got that blank look or a glare that I probably deserved…

“Were ya on watch?” I asked, curious why she wouldn’ta gotten rid of her shift in favor of sleep, knowing we’d be heading out on a run early.

“No,” she said simply. No extra info. Typical. Why waste more on me when one word would do? She didn’t owe me nothin’. And she knew it. I swallowed my other questions and leaned forward on my bike so she could climb on. I felt her settle in behind me and glanced over my shoulder at her. She caught my eyes for a brief moment before looking away, down toward the ground. That was typical too. It was like she just couldn’t look at me. Felt like somebody twisted a blade in my chest every time she dodged me like that. And yet I couldn’t get enough of her, even if she was purposely a giant pain in the ass most of the damn time… I still felt like she was a mirage in a desert. A mouthful of cool water in a drought. Food for a starvin’ man.

Gabriel was waiting with the gate open, so I revved the bike to life again. Her arms wrapped around my waist to hold on and for a second I thought I felt her cheek press against the back of my shoulder, but I knew I must have imagined it. My heart was racing as we pulled out. I was more anxious than I had been all night. The thoughts rushing through my head moved so fast I couldn’t even focus on any of them.

Gabriel yelled at us to be safe as we moved through, kickin’ dust up that left a glowing red cloud behind from the reflection of the taillights. The ride to the city was smooth. We made good time, luckily only passing lone walkers or small herds that were easy to avoid. Around the curves, for a brief moment, she’d hold tighter to me and lean into the turns like I’d taught her in what felt like another fuckin’ lifetime. Each corner I could feel every individual fingertip pressing into my waist or stomach. It was always followed by a sudden wash of heat like somebody had shoved me in a shower with the temperature all the way up. I couldn’t control it. Didn’t matter how hard I tried to ignore the feelin’ of being so damn close against each other…

I slowed down as we neared the hospital. Cars sat rusting in gridlocked traffic, tires long gone, frozen in time—same place they were when everythin’ shut the fuck down. I slowed my bike to roll over some debris and hit a chunk of concrete a little harder than I meant to. Her arms tightened around me reflexively at the jolt before loosening again the next second. My heart jolted at the same time. That feeling… of her clinging onto me for safety—but fuck. Let’s not make it out to be more than it is, dumbass. I turned toward my left shoulder. “Sorry,” I murmured. She didn’t say anything back, just shifted in her place behind me, puttin’ an inch more space back between us. The hospital came into view ahead, tall over everything else on the block.

She tapped my arm and I turned so I could hear her over the engine. “We should park. Sound of the bike,” she said. I knew what she was thinkin’. Any walkers or people anywhere around would hear us. I turned down a side street and parked in a loading dock bay. She climbed off about as damn fast as she could. Kicking the kickstand out and swinging my leg over, she was already walking back toward the corner of the building to look down the street.

“Hold up,” I called after her. I still had to get my gear off the back. She either didn’t hear me or didn’t give a shit and I found myself gritting my teeth. But when I rushed around the corner, I nearly collided with her. She did wait. She was leaned up against the brick, her shotgun in her hands, staring ahead at the looming building.

She straightened up as I stopped beside her and we started windin’ our way down the last couple blocks, keepin’ to the shadows of the buildings, stayin’ in cover as best we could. Even so, I couldn’t help glancin’ up at the endless windows, too many high points. All it would take is one asshole with a rifle and a scope... My hands started to sweat as I gripped my crossbow. I glanced at her, but she was as stony-faced as ever. “C’mon,” I said, quickening my stride. “I wanna get the hell off this street.”

I heard her let out a small scoff behind me. “Yeah, you’re the only one worried about being out here,” she murmured. My teeth clenched again but I did my best to ignore it. There was no point gettin’ riled up this early in the day. We still had a lot of fuckin’ work to do. We reached a set of double doors on the side of the hospital, but one glance inside showed they were well barricaded. I stood there rubbing a hand over the stubble on my face. “S’try the south door,” I drawled. To my surprise, she didn’t argue. But that side was a fuckin’ bust too. “Shit,” I spat out. There was a tall cabinet blocking the entrance.

“Good call,” she said sarcastically.

I shot her a glare. And this time when I bit my cheek, I tasted blood. “Ya got a better fuckin’ idea? Huh?” I challenged her.

She rolled her eyes, studying the door for a moment. There was a large glass pane above it that was broken out and I saw her eyes lock in on it. “Boost me up there,” she said, inclining her chin to indicate the window.

Did she want to go in alone? Well, that sure as shit wasn’t fuckin’ happenin’. “Like hell,” I growled back. She rolled her eyes again.

“Just boost me through and I’ll get the door open. I’ll let you in.”

Now it was my turn to scoff. “Ya gonna move that cabinet? By yerself?” I asked skeptically. The muscle in her jaw tensed.

“I don’t have to move it far. Just enough to let you squeeze in. And you can help from the outside.”

I pulled my bottom lip in between my teeth. I didn’t like the idea. I paced a tight circle, thinkin’, as she shifted impatiently beside me. “What if ya get in there and there are walkers? Huh? We can’t see shit down the hall.”

“I’ll be quiet. Come on. We haven’t got all fucking day and we’re sitting ducks out here. Unless you’ve come up with something better—”

I didn’t like it, but she was right. Shit. “Fine,” I interrupted. She leaned her shotgun up against the wall as I set my back against the door, fingers locked together and hands low at my bent knee. “C’mon. Gimme yer foot.”

She seemed to hesitate and I wondered if she was having second thoughts, but the next moment she stepped close in front of me and her hands came to my shoulders. “Ready?” I asked. Her face was maybe six inches from mine, her hands light. I started to feel warm again, a flush of heat across the back of my neck that started spillin’ into my chest. I could see every fleck of color in her eyes, the upturned curve of her eyelashes, that little scar on her chin... Fuck. Focus.

“Ready.” She planted her boot in my hands and I boosted her up so she could grab the window edge. The tinkling of glass dropping in was all I could hear for a moment, and then her weight disappeared from my hands. Spinning around, I watched her pull herself through onto the top of the cabinet. She stayed perched there for a moment, glancin’ behind her, scoutin’ the hallway, before she dropped to her feet lightly. She made it look easy. Graceful.

I couldn’t stand still, constantly shifting my weight. I watched her face tighten as she wedged her shoulder into the cabinet, using all her weight, and it started to move at an angle away from the door. I pushed in with my shoulder from the outside and we finally had enough space for me to slip through. I passed her shotgun through first before turnin’ sideways and slidin’ in. It was dark and completely silent except for the sound of our own breathin’. It felt stuffy inside, and I could vaguely smell somethin’ sharp like animal piss and a sickeningly sweet smell. Death. Decay. I paused to draw the string on my crossbow back, cocking it ready to fire, a bolt nestled in the flight groove.

She pulled her flashlight out from the side pocket of her pack and clicked it on, shining it partially up the hallway ahead. “Jesus…” Her boots crunched over broken glass. She adjusted the shoulder strap of her shotgun, her eyes fixed down the hall, following the moving beam of her light. “This place is a fucking wreck,” she whispered. In her distraction, her tone lacked the usual hostility or sarcasm.

“Somethin’ went down since we were last here,” I agreed. There was a lot more debris and furniture toppled over and strewn about. A lot of obstacles to a clean getaway if we had to make one. “Let’s just get this done and get the hell out.”

“What a unique idea…” she remarked over her shoulder. There it was. Damn sarcasm was back.

I couldn’t help rolling my eyes and movin’ past her so I was in the lead. I knew it would annoy her, but I secretly wanted to be the one in the line of fire if somethin’ was crooked. I headed for the stairwell, pullin’ my own flashlight out and shinin’ it inside before I tried the door. It looked clear. “Upper floors are more likely to have shit left. Let’s go.”

We moved in silence. I could feel her ghosting behind me the whole way, almost mimicking my movements. This was the first time the two of us had been alone on a run since… since I dun even know when. But despite it being so goddamn long, we weren’t out of step. Once we started movin’ it was like no damn time had passed. We fell right back into our old rhythm. I knew her and she knew me. We worked well together when she put aside her need to argue with everythin’ I said. It still felt like we each knew what the other was thinkin’. Not that I expected this run would magically make working together bearable again for good, or solve anything, but at least we could if we had to. I also now was realizin’ this whole thing was probably orchestrated by Rick. Did Denise really need the supplies? Sure. But did it have to be Y/N and I gettin’ ‘em? Alone? Fuck no. I dunno exactly what he was hopin’ for but I’m pretty sure he’ll be disappointed…

Moving steadily upwards, we had most of the supplies on the list, plus plenty of extra finds, but I was growing more and more uneasy as we went on. We hadn’t run into a single fucking walker yet, and to me that meant they were probably herded up in a massive hoard somewhere. It felt like a matter of time before we found them or they found us. I could sense Y/N’s tension risin’ again too. She was more fidgety, more careful about each step she took. I found myself frequently sweeping my eyes back behind us to make sure nothin’ was lurking just outta the flashlight beams. There were the usual signs of walkers nearby; smears of blood on the floor and walls, that fuckin’ smell ya could never get outta yer nose, even chunks of flesh from the rottin’ fuckers. But we still hadn’t seen one, and I was fuckin’ worried.

“Almost got everything,” Y/N whispered to me, shoving a couple more bottles into her pack. “We just need to find the CPAP machine,” she murmured, staring down at the list. “I don’t have a fucking clue what the hell that looks like.” She glanced over at me, one of her eyebrows quirked in a question and I realized she was waitin’ for some kinda response.

“What? Yer lookin’ at me? I ain’t got a goddamn clue what the hell that even is,” I said gruffly. Shit. I saw it. Just for a second, but one corner of her lips twitched up in a smile and I swear there was a spark in her eyes—like the ones I used to see in her all the time. My heart jumped and I tried my best to ignore it. She seemed to turn away, hidin’ her face right as I was puzzlin’ over it.

“Right… well, let’s try down the hall. There’s probably another supply closet at the other end,” she said, nudging her head toward the darkness ahead.

We made our way cautiously. I pushed into the lead again and was surprised when she didn’t argue. I tried every door handle but most of ‘em just led to empty or trashed patient rooms. I caught her frozen in the doorway of one that had a massive bloodstain on the floor and spatter partially up the walls. Her eyes were wide and vacant, and I wondered what she was reliving. “Hey,” I said, just over her shoulder. She seemed to pull out of it abruptly and she turned away, moving on like nothin’ had happened. I let her go ahead, mainly so I could keep an eye on her for a minute and make sure she still had her head in the game, but I didn’t need to worry. Not about that anyway. She’d always been tough. She wasn’t shaken by shit easily. I knew that. And yet I still had this drive to want to protect her, even though she didn’t need it from me. And she definitely didn’t want it from me.

“Here,” she said suddenly, slinging her gun back on her shoulder and more fully opening the door to a small supply closet. There was hardly enough room for her to stand inside, so I posted up just behind her and strained my eyes and ears for anythin’. “It’s all electronic stuff,” she whispered, entirely focused at the task at hand. Her hands floated from one device to the next, illuminated by her flashlight. She was looking for some label or model number or somethin’ to tell her what they were. She bent down and grabbed some scattered papers from among the boxes on the floor. Swearing under her breath she held one up to the flashlight. “Of course the cover and all the useful shit in the front is torn off,” she muttered. She was bending down to grab another handful when there was some sudden, deep noise on the floor above us.

My heart seemed to stall out for a moment and she straightened up and froze, her eyes lifted toward the ceiling, lips partially parted. The sound seemed to reverberate through the building. I could feel it beneath my feet. It resonated through the walls. After a moment, I was looking at her and she glanced over and met my eyes, her eyebrows a little furrowed with worry.

“What the fuck was that?” she asked in a harsh whisper. I only shook my head. She gulped and refocused, shakin’ it off, focusing back on the papers. She was flipping page after page, scanning them as fast as she could.

I started to hear some more noises above us and then eventually spilling toward the other end of the hall. My grip on my crossbow tightened. “We need to move,” I said, keeping my voice low.

She was still intensely focused on the manual in her hands. “Just gimme a minute…” she said vaguely.

I shifted, turning more toward the far end of the hallway, straining my hearing. There was more clattering above us. “We might not have another damn minute.”

“Just—hold on—”

Fuck. I stood frozen for a moment as a herd of walkers started to spill out from the stairwell at the other end of the hallway and start toward us. “We ain’t got a minute, Y/N!” I urged in a harsh whisper. She didn’t seem to hear me.

There were more walkers than I could count. They hadn’t spotted us yet but I had to move fast, so I did the only damn thing I could think of and pushed her forward into the closet, pressing in after her and shutting the door as quietly as I could. I instinctively clicked my flashlight off and hurried to grab hers and do the same, plunging the two of us into darkness in that small space.

“Daryl, what the hell?!” she snapped at me. She’d been so focused she was completely oblivious to the mass of dead wandering our way. The goddamn closet was so small I had no choice but to be pressed into her… My heart started to pound and I think it had more to do with her against me than the undead assholes outside. I was sure she’d be able to feel it and prayed she’d just think it was adrenaline or somethin’. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

I shoved my hand over her mouth, all my patience gone. Did she really think I’d shoved her in a closet for the hell of it? “For once in yer goddamn life just shut up!” I growled in a low voice. She seemed to tense against me but in the quiet the sounds of the walkers outside the door were now easily heard above our ragged breathin’ and they were growing louder every second. I still had one hand over her mouth and the other clenching my crossbow at my side. She shifted against me and pulled my hand away. I could hear and feel her breathin’ pick up pace. I planted my palm on the wall behind her, next to her head, very aware of the growin’ heat pooling between the two of us where we were pressed together. The air felt suffocatin’. I started to worry the walkers outside the door would be able to hear my breathin’ I was so nervous. I wanted to shift, move away from her like I’m sure she wanted… I wanted to change positions and get my bow up, but it was impossible.

She didn’t seem to know where to put her arms within the tight, dark space. I couldn’t blame her. I was leaned in against her, sorta over her even. I felt her hand accidentally brush my arm and my body jolted a little at the contact, like some reflex I didn’t know I had. My teeth ground together. After that she seemed to settle away from me, into the wall behind her.

We had to just stay there, fuckin’ frozen, hardly room to breathe while the hoard passed by. Every once and a while, a body would thump hard against the door and I’d feel her flinch. I could feel sweat dripping down my neck and beading up on my face, my hair sticking to it. We were so close I could feel her breath against my skin when she faced toward me. I felt the rhythm of her breathin’. And I couldn’t ignore the fact that in that tiny ass closet, the only thing I could smell was the faint scent of her shampoo. I tried hard not to notice, but I’d be lyin’ if I said I didn’t try to put some name to the smell. Lavender? Not quite. Maybe more like rose? I dunno. And despite the possible death lurking just outside, I found it hard to focus on anythin' other than the feeling of her against me.

It felt like it took hours for the hoard to pass, but it was probably only ten minutes. But after the sounds drifted away we were still left with a big fuckin’ problem. They had to go somewhere, and my best guess was that they were travelin’ down.

It was so dark in there I couldn’t even tell if my fuckin’ eyes were open or closed, and it seemed to be makin’ it hard to think… Or maybe the angle of her one hip pressed into me was—fuck. Get it together, man… I fumbled for and clicked on my flashlight, findin' the two of us both wincin' at the sudden glare, noses almost touchin'. She was lookin’ up at me, her lips softly parted, her expression only full of concern for once, that little worry line she always gets near her eyebrow.

We both stayed like for a second. I guess just struck by actually seein’ how close we were in the sudden light, until finally she tore her eyes away and turned her head.

I tried to clear my throat, worried my voice was gonna come out soundin' strained or somethin’. “Uhh… sounded like they were goin’—”

“—down. Yeah,” she finished.

My eyes traced the angle of her jawline as she kept her face turned away from me. I heard the paper manual crinkle in her hand and groped for the doorknob behind me. “Yeah,” I agreed quietly. “So, we got a problem about gettin’ out.” My hand finally landed on the doorknob and I turned it and slowly opened the door on the hall, checking both directions carefully but also feelin’ like if I didn’t put some damn space between the two of us again I was about to explode. It looked clear and I stepped out. Glancin’ back, she still seemed frozen, up against the wall, her face turned away toward her shoulder so I couldn’t really get a read on her. “Hey. What is it?” I prompted her.

“Hmm?” She seemed to snap back to herself. “N—nothing…” She went back to searching the manual in her hand, like nothin’ had fuckin’ happened. Just one goddamn time I’d like to know what the fuck is goin’ on inside her head… But I ain’t got no right to that. She’s made that pretty fuckin’ clear.

It wasn’t the right manual or the right machine. But she went through two more until she found it. “Got it,” she announced, waving the paper at me before shoving it into her already full duffel bag. She seized a small machine from the shelf and started trying to rearrange items to make it fit in her pack.

“I got room,” I said, still nervously checkin’ over my shoulder. I thought I could hear the hoard moving below us, maybe two floors down.

“It’s fine. I can make it fit,” she said, jostling more stuff in her bag.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the damn thing from her, slinging my crossbow strap over my shoulder. “Ya’d really rather split yer pack at the seams than take any fuckin’ help from me,” I murmured. I didn’t wait for an answer. I didn’t need one…

She stepped out of the closet and I caught her wiping her forearm across her forehead. It left a smear of dirt near her hairline. I had to pull myself back to the present. “So, how are we getting out of here?” she asked, adjusting her pack and the duffel bag strap on her shoulder.

I glanced at her, knowing she wasn’t gonna like my idea.

She rolled her eyes. “Well, you’ve obviously got something. Just get on with it.”

“Fire escape,” I said.

I watched the muscle in her jaw twitch as he jaw clenched. “Fuckin’ great…”

“Unless ya got somethin’ else—”

“You know I don’t,” she snapped back at me. She wiped a hand across her forehead again, swiping away fresh drops of sweat. “It’s—” She cut herself off. “Let’s just go,” she sighed, defeated.

I looked at her for a second more, trying to gauge just how freaked out she was, but it didn’t seem to matter. We didn’t have any other options.

“Let’s go,” she snapped again. “Before I change my mind about being able to handle this.”

“It ain’t—”

She squeezed her eyes shut and I watched her body tense. “I swear to god, Dixon, if you say ‘It ain’t that bad’ or ‘It ain’t that high’ right now, I will lose my shit and attract every fucking walker in this goddamn building. I don’t even give a fuck.” Her jaw muscle twitched.

I couldn’t help letting out a sigh that was more of a growl than anything but then I turned and headed for the window a couple doors down that I’d noticed was busted out. Leaning through, I scanned the outside of the building for a fire escape. Nothing on that side.

“It’s probably around the other side. Let’s try the end of the hall,” she suggested. Her boots stayed rooted to the floor and I glanced at her again. She caught my eyes and must have read the concern on my face.

“I’m fine. You’re the last person I need worrying about me,” she growled.

Fuck. She could be infuriating… I found my hand clenching and unclenching a few times before I followed her back out of the room.

She was right. There was a fire escape down that side. I grabbed a piece of metal off the floor and straightened up. “Ya ready?” I asked one more time. “They might hear this glass break so we gotta fuckin’ move.” I thought her hands were a bit shaky.

“Just do it,” she said. And this time, I could hear the quiver in her voice.

I smashed the window and knocked out the glass before pullin' myself through. The metal grates rattled under my boots and she looked suddenly sick as she approached the window sill. I hesitated a second before reaching a hand out to help her through.

“I’m fine,” she said. She didn’t look fine, but she gripped the ledge and climbed out. “Oh, fuck. Fuck…” she muttered as her feet landed on the platform. She was keeping her eyes fixed straight out. Even just the metal grates at th prison used to freak her out, and that was one floor.

I wanted to comfort her but… I wasn’t dumb enough to think it’d help or that she wanted me to, so instead I just started down the stairs at a good pace. She followed stiffly behind me, gripping onto the railing with white knuckles and falling behind.

Every once and a while I’d glance back and she looked like she was about to be sick, but she was still following. We hit a snag as we reached the third-floor platform. A large part of it had rusted and fallen away, leaving a gaping hole we would have to edge around to reach the next set of stairs.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” I heard her behind me and when I looked back her eyes were wide and round and she was clutching onto the railing like it was a lifeline.

“S’fine. I’ll cross first. Just keep over—”

“Oh, really, Daryl? I should keep over to the side? You mean I should stay away from the huge fucking hole in the goddamn floor?” It kept drawing her eyes and I’d see her rip them back up and away, reeling.

I knew that was mostly coming from the fact that she was fuckin’ terrified, but every harsh word from her still stung. “Fine. Clearly, yer good,” I spat back. “Ya don’t need me and ya don’t give a shit and yer fine. I fuckin’ got it.” So much for trying to calm her down. I edged past the hole in the metal grating and went down the next set of stairs. Finally, I just had to push down the ladder, climb down, and we’d be on solid ground again. But when I looked back up, she was still frozen where she had been, on the far side of the platform. I watched her for another minute, waiting to see if she’d move. I knew she wasn’t gonna ask for help, not from me, but she obviously needed it and tough shit, I’m the only damn person here. I rubbed a hand across the back of my neck, anxious to even try again, and climbed back up. I edged past the rusted-out hole and stopped next to her. “Just gimme yer hand.” She didn’t loosen her grip on the railing, and her eyes landed on my face. “S’fine. Just for two seconds, lemme fuckin’ help ya.”

Her chest was heaving with fearful breaths and I guess the idea of tryin’ to cross along that edge alone was worse than puttin’ her hand in mine. Part of me still thought she’d take the heights over me, but she didn’t… She pried her hand off the railing and placed it into mine. I—I can’t say my heart didn’t jump when my fingers closed around it. The motorcycle. The fuckin’ closet. Now this. We’d hardly been within six feet of each other for years and now all this in one day… I felt dizzy. It ain’t like Rick could have predicted these things would happen. He sure as shit couldn’t command a hoard to force us into each other in a tiny closet… but he must have been hopin’ for somethin’ by sendin’ us out here. Was it gonna work on her? I fuckin’ doubt it.

As we stepped along the edge of the edge of the platform, she held her breath. She always seemed like nothing in this fucked up world scared her anymore, nothing phased her. Half the time it almost seemed like she didn’t give a shit if she died. But this? Heights? This still scared her on some level she couldn't reason away.

But we made it across just fine. She was gripping onto me so tightly I thought she might have bruised the bones in my damn hand. And as we climbed down the next set of stairs, long past the danger, she was still holding onto me. But just as quickly as I realized it, she slipped her hand out and stiffened next to me again, fixing her eyes away toward the railing, which she grabbed onto again desperately.

We made it down the ladder, dropping onto the concrete and making a run back to my bike, slippin' from cover to cover, packs heavy and weighing us down. I was thinking how batshit crazy it was that we’d just done a hospital run and hadn’t had to kill a single walker AND managed to get all the damn supplies... when we rounded the last corner and a string of curses left her mouth.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. What the fuck?!” She knelt down next to my bike and as I looked, my stomach dropped.

“Son of a fuckin' bitch.” Both tires on my motorcycle were slashed. Ruined. Fuck.

We were stranded in the city without a runnin’ vehicle and somebody knew we were here.

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Whole again

Pairing: Wanda x Fem Reader, Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, angst, fluff

Summary: Y/n never had an easy life in every aspect of life, finding love again but being betrayed is the worse feeling...

Word count: 4.7K

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Life couldn't be better at the moment, in your whole life you have always been pushed, not only by the Avengers but by your parents are well.

They always wanted the best for you and you did the best you could but it never was enough so you simply moved away from them when you turned 18, it was hard living alone, working somewhere that only paid for your rent and bills but never left you enough for food.

When you joined the Avengers, you instantly felt the difference here, food was always here and you never had to worry about not having enough. Everyone was accepting, especially Wanda.

The two of you got along quite quickly, she shared some interest you did and visa versa.

It was perfect, she always listened to you and reassured you that you always did your best, it was amazing being with Wanda. You felt safe around her and she always held you with so much love that it made you feel useful.

You loved her and each day spent with her, made you fall for the witch deeper, little did you know she did as well. She loved listening to you talk about your childhood, and how bravely you would overcome struggles.

She loved everything about you, from the way you would stick your tongue out when you couldn't get something right to little snorting that came out when you were very tired.

She adored you in secret and you did the same, you were always amazed by her powers, the way she would always find new ways to improve them or find out more about them. The way she would pay to every detail of every mission you told her.

The questioning that followed after, made your heart melt at how much she cared. She always wanted to be near you and hold you tight in her arms, this only worsen when the two of you have gotten together.

The dates would be amazing, she was really romantic and you would be hopelessly in love with everything she did for you. You would shower her with gifts and always be there for her whenever she had a rough night.

For some people being with one person for a long time is boring but for you it wasn't. You felt that you were always learning new things about Wanda, from the way she would tilt her head to the side slightly when you made a teasing comment.

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Sitting in a meeting full with your teammates and unable to contain your desires is the worse feeling. Your powers are similar to Wanda's but only with the telekinesis part, the rest you just have to reply on your fighting skills.

You looked over to Wanda who was opposite you, she was too focused on what the meeting was about, rather than looking at you. You looked down at the papers in front of you and smirked, as you gotten inside her head and spoke.

"Would you like to do this?" You asked as you showed her an image of Wanda being pressed against the wall and your face pressed against her core.

She looked at you as soon as that image disappeared with wide eyes "or this?" You showed her another image, a lot more filthier than the one before.

When she came out of it, you could sense the confusion and the lust coming off her "We are in the middle of a meeting!" Her voice found itself in your head.

You smirked slightly at her and spoke back "So?"

"So? How can you expect me to concentrate on what they are talking about"

The way your eyes darken as you looked at her lips "I don't, I want you to focus on me and the way you'll be a mess after"

Her head tilted to the side with a small smirk across her face as she looked away from you and at the person who was at the front. You looked around and no one even noticed that the two of you had a whole ass conversation in your head.

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To the way she would hide her face in the crook of your neck when she was embarrassed.

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It has been a month since Wanda went on a mission, she was suppose to come back today, they were on a stake out to watch a hydra base, it was a successful mission but the only drawback was the fact that she was away for so long.

You kept yourself occupied and that was mainly with missions that required a lot of brainstorming, so when you heard that Wanda was coming back, you decided to prepare something for her.

You prepared everything for a warm bath and even went out of the way to get her favourite chocolate that she always loves to eat, along with that, nice dinner so after she is done she can eat proper food.

You sent her a message saying to shower and meet you in the room the both of you accidently found, that practically no one visited, obviously there was a little note with your clothes that she always loved wearing.

She was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to fall asleep in your arms, but agreed to your message because it doesn't matter where she falls asleep as long as it is next to you she was more than happy.

When she walked in to all of the things you did for her, she was blooming with happiness, she held her hands close to her chest as a smile spread across her. She went through everything you listed in the note, and when she made it to the room, it was something she wouldn't expect.

You might not have been the best at showing your love but you learnt and tried your best, so you stood there with everything prepared for her and the way her heart would beat so fast just at the sight of you surrounded by the little lights.

She walked over to you as she took a proper look this time at the things inside, you smiled as you opened your arms for her and she took the hug without hesitation, she pulled away and without letting you say anything, she kissed you.

At the contact of your lips, a small moan escaped her mouth, causing you to raise your eyebrows at her and pulling away "Did you just... moan?"

Her cheeks turned a red colour so fast, she manged to giggle and hide her face in the crook of your neck "Shut up, it has been a month.."

You laughed and smiled as you tighten your embrace around her and allowed yourself to enjoy this.

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But that all changed.. The day Vision was introduced to the team, he was connected to her by the stone the way you would never be connected, the way she would always spend her time with him instead of you.

The way she would listen to his story and never ask about yours, always avoiding you and your way of showing her your love, she would scold you for touching her, even if that was simply walking past her and your shoulders would brush.

It was difficult keeping this from the team, they loved you, like literally adored you, you always were the one to check up on everyone who went out on a mission. If anyone was injured even a little scratch you would always offer to help them in any way they want.

Everyone appreciated you and when they found out you found someone who claimed to love you in a different way they did... They were excited and happy for you, which meant they would always be up your business and Wanda's.

They grown to love Wanda as well, she was harmless and shy but you wouldn't want to be on her bad side, though some don't really care whether she was powerful, they would easily knock her out.

Today was movie night, the whole team sat on the huge couch Natasha on your left whilst your right side was empty, that would be Wanda's side, she wasn't here which didn't really concern you.

She was always late or sometimes didn't come but she promised to be here with you today, yet she wasn't coming. There was a gut feeling that something wasn't right yet you couldn't just walk out as Tony wanted to show you some things during this time so you stayed.

You tried your best to pay attention but it failed so when the movie was over, you stood up quickly and made your way to find Wanda, you rounded the corner and when you gotten closer to your shared bedroom, the noises only gotten louder you gulped as you opened the door carefully.

It was like a horror movie, you opening the door as if there would be a monster behind it, but this was much worse than any monster. If heartbreak had a sound, you would be definitely heard. You stood there taking in what is in front of you, Wanda and Vision in the bed you shared with Wanda before.

He was on top of her and she was a mess riddled with pleasure, it doesn't take any idiot to understand what they were doing, with so much pain in your heart, you walked out of that room and walked back to your room.

The stiffness in your walking was obvious that you was hurt, that's how anyone who knew you for a long time would know you were hurt. You knew this was the end of your relationship with Wanda..

The worse part is that this has happened before, not with Wanda but with someone else you dated, Wanda promised you that she would never do anything like that when you opened up to her.

You yet again failed your own promise, the promise that you would never let anyone in but yet that witch did something to you and you fell for her.

And here you are, sitting against the door as you muffle your sobs with your hands, you were so glad to have picked a room far away from the others so no one could hear you.

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You seemed to create a schedule to be out of the way of everyone, making sure no one saw you or even tried to bother you but you did clash with someone eventually and the way you would pretend, made no one question if you were hurt or not.

No one would notice, they just thought it was you being you. Good that you had a habit of avoiding people from time to time when things were overwhelming so no one questioned it.

You thought no one noticed your strange behaviour but you were wrong, Natasha did. She was a spy after all so analysing people was like walking, easy and smooth and she gotten so used to it she forgets she even does it.

She caught on the times you went to the gym where you would spend all of your day, you would avoid everyone including Wanda. You didn't even know she was on a mission for 6 months so your avoiding was pointless, she wouldn't even notice your absence.

You was in the gym, assaulting the punching bag as if it took everything away from you. You punched it with so much energy, you were kind of surprised it didn't come off the ceiling.

Natasha stood there, staring at you as you threw such powerful punches. It was odd how you looked so emotionless when you would practically made the bag look so weak. She did what she thought would make you talk, she walked over as she made herself known with her clearing her throat.

Your looked over your shoulder and relaxed when you noticed it was Natasha "Sorry, did you book today? I thought it was clear for today"

She shook her head as she walked closer towards you "No I didn’t, usually it’s empty..- Actually do you want to spar with me?"

You faced her now as you took a sip of your water and nodded, usually you would just be here alone and no one bothered you but since she was already here, you might as well, the two of you made it inside the ring and took your poses, she was rested and less of a mess than you, you was exhausted from no sleep and constant nightmares so you were no match for her.

With one move, you was down as she pinned you down and hovered above you, you tried with every strength in your body to move from her grip but you had no chance.

"What happened Y/n?" She asked with seriousness in her tone.

You tried your luck again to free yourself "Nothing"

"I can get Wanda to do this for me" She bluntly spoke as she watched your reaction.

Your eyes widen at her words "No, I don't want her here"

Natasha let you go as she sat down next to you but you just laid there, you knew she will question to why suddenly you don't want to be around the witch.

"Why?" Was the only word that came out from the Russian.

You shook your head as you tried to erase the embedded scene "No"

Natasha narrowed her eyes at you "What do you mean no? Why can't Wanda be here Y/n?"

You covered your face with your hand as you took a deep breath, feeling the tears form in your eyes "She cheated"

Natasha's eyes widen at your words, the feeling of range building up, she knew Wanda was suppose to go on a mission today so she will be able to catch her "With who?"

"Vision" You managed to choke out as sobs were threatening to spill out of your mouth.

Natasha felt so angry, the fact that Wanda was capable of doing something so horrible to you and she was so close to getting up and making sure that Wanda gets knocked into the next universe for what she did but when a sob came out of your mouth, she was quick to forget what she would do but quickly pulled herself near you and held you as you cried in her shoulder.

Natasha was your true friend but for Natasha you was more than a friend for her. She was deeply in love with you and when she heard that you are dating Wanda, she was heart broken. She started to slowly distance herself and hoped you would notice but Wanda was occupying your head for you to even notice Natasha missing, well at least that what the redhead thought.

She loved everything about you, from the way your eyes would sparkle at the mention of a new movie that was coming out to how you would drink too much and sing bunch of songs that didn't even make sense.

She loved you but you never felt the same even if she could swear to herself that you did feel something for her but she convinced herself she was just seeing things, she wanted to believe that you would fall for her the way she fell for you but that didn't happen so she had to live with herself and these feelings.

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She took you to your room so you could rest and made her way towards Wanda, she was in your old bedroom acting as if nothing happened, she didn't even care that you wasn't here, actually she was happy you didn't bother her.

Natasha marched inside as she could feel her anger boiling over, and when her gaze met Wanda's she couldn't control herself "What the fuck is wrong with you!"

The way Wanda's eyebrows raised as if she didn't know what the Russian was talking about "Are you okay Natasha?"

"You try to seem so innocent and shy but you are a fucking liar and the worst person in the planet!" Natasha raised her voice as she pointed towards Wanda.

She stood up as she looked at the spy with shock "What the hell are talking about!"

Natasha scoffed "Please, keep pretending but I know what you did with Vision"

The Sokovian's face fell as she heard those words "What do you know?"

The Russian rolled her eyes at the witch "How much you fucked up the only good thing you had in your pathetic life"

"You can't tell Y/n.."

The redheads eye's narrowed "She already knows.."

The gasp wasn't a shocked one but more of a surprised one, why didn't you say anything? She had to find out, so she did what was on her mind but Natasha moved in her direction.

"You won't disturb her, you will go on your mission and leave Y/n alone"

Just as Wanda was going to protest, she was alerted that she had to go, she was the only way this mission would be successful. She barged past Natasha as she left for the mission, in hopes that when she comes back, she will finally talk to you about the subject she should've voiced way before.

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The past 2 months have been hard on you, you tried to not drag Natasha into this but she was there regardless of your attempts. You even somehow ended up sleeping in her room because your nightmares have gotten worse, she reassured you that you were safe.

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Natasha couldn't sleep, she decided to go through some work reports, hoping that will make her somehow sleepy and she would be able to finally get some rest.

Her eyes darted up at you and her expression softened at you and the way you was snoring, you passed out on the couch watching a movie so Natasha took you into her room and tucked you into her bed, she decided to grab bottle of water and some more files.

When she walked out, as if her present kept you at bay, your nightmares started to wake you up, the second they got heavy you jumped up so still as your eyes went wide, looking ahead of you slowly registering where you are.

Natasha walked through the door with everything but when she noticed the fear in your eyes, she rushed to you and at her touch you relaxed, the way her strong arms held you as you hugged into her, your breath steadied as Natasha rubbed your back in soothing motions.

Your head rested on her shoulder and wiped the fallen tear from your face, there was silence, for Natasha it was comfortable silence but for you it was embarrassing, she had to witness you in this state.

You unglued yourself from her as you covered your face "I'm sorry you had to witness that"

She shook her head as she gently grabbed your hands and pulled them away from your face "You have nothing to be sorry for, красивая (beautiful). This is a normal thing that people experience so don't be sorry"

You looked at her as tears filled your eyes and with a sad smile you spoke "Well then I'm glad it's you who is by my side through this"

Natasha smiled as she pulled you into a hug and the both of you decided to finally sleep, she was your safe haven from nightmares.

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When she had her nightmares, you were there even if you were suffering.

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Natasha went to bed earlier than usual and you not waking to disturb her as she slept so lightly, you decided to just go back to your room and try sleeping there.

Aside from your nightmares sometimes you was able to sleep through the night without constantly jumping, you tried to do something to occupy your mind, even ended up sitting by the window as you stared out in the stares just in hopes that it would make you sleepy.

You took a deep breath and walked towards the kitchen, you opened the fridge and took the cold water, taking a sip as shivers ran through your body, you turned around and started to walk towards your room again.

You stopped at Natasha's door, pressed your ear against it to listen. Maybe she was awake? but there was no movement so you sighed and slowly opened the door.

Making your way inside, as you see Natasha sitting in the middle of the bed, with her head resting on top her knees, she looked so small and fragile, you placed your water down and quickly made your way to her.

Your arms found themselves around her as she so easily fell into you, her face covered in trails of tears causing unsteady breathes to escape her mouth.

"It's okay Natty.. I'm here" You tried your best to reassure her as you whispered.

She loved your voice and each time it worked to calm her so she just nodded as she let her arms snake around you, gripping onto your shirt.

Your hand played with her hair as your free hand was placed firmly against her so you could tighten your embrace around her "I'm sorry"

You smiled sadly at her as she looked up at you when she spoke "There is nothing to apologise for, I am more than happy to be here for you"

She shook her head "This shouldn't be about me Y/n/n, you are the one with the most painful pain here"

You cupped her face as you stared into her eyes "You are just as important as my pain Natty.. Please don't say that"

A tear rolled down her face, you wiped it with your thumb and kissed her forehead and pulled her into you again "You are important Nat, don't tell yourself otherwise.."

No matter how much you wanted to break down from the pain in your heart, but you kept yourself together for her because in this moment she needs you and you were happy to do that...

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Natasha never wanted anything back for what she did for you, she did it because she still very much loved you, she would even jump in front of a speeding car if you told her to, because being away from you pained her more than watching you fall in love with someone else.

After those 2 months you finally gotten a grip on your life, you started to heal and having someone near you only helped you heal faster, Wanda wasn't around but her walking microwave was, he would observe you and what you did.

So far for the past 4 months, you did pretty good, you seem to smile more often than at the start, you started to feel normal again and that was all because of Natasha, she stuck beside you at your worst and you wouldn't want it any other way.

Right now it was one of Tony's parties, you weren't so much in the mood for one but Natasha being here was more than motivating, so you attended.

Wearing one of the dresses you never had the chance to use, with some minimal make up, finally feeling good about yourself, so you made your way towards where the party was held. The first person you searched for in the crowd was Natasha and with ease you located her near the bar.

You made your way towards her as she slid over a drink that she prepared, you eyed the drink "How did you know what I like"

She shrugged as she sipped hers "I'm very observant"

You smiled widely as you took the drink and sipped on it as well, she was watching you, turning her body towards you "How are you?"

The tone she used wasn't something she used with everyone, you knew the meaning behind it "Definitely better now.. What about you?"

She shrugged once again as she looked down "I'm not sure actually"

You placed the drink as you grabbed her hand "It's okay to not know. You know you can talk to me, right?"

She looked up as her eyes locked with yours and she nodded bringing a smile upon your lips "Great, now drink that and let's go dance, before you turn into a grandma"

She raised her eyebrow "Grandma? Are you trying-"

"Sorry! I can't hear you, the music is too loud!" You shouted over her as she shook her head with a playful smile as she drank the rest of her drink.

You was already done with yours so as soon as she placed the glass down, the hand you held from earlier, you pulled towards the dance floor, feeling the burning sensation in your throat as alcohol made it's way into your blood.

Both of you danced for so long until you started to feel sober again, Natasha never left your side since she knew how you were when you drank, a little of alcohol made you so brave that she feared you might accidently punch someone.

You went to the bar alone, Natasha had clear sight of you but she was distracted with dancing as she waited for you. You knew this night was too good to be true, especially when you forgot that Wanda would be back today.

You didn't even notice the witch until she aggressively tapped your shoulder, making your head whip towards her and your eyes widen at her angry face.

"What do you think you're doing?" She questioned you as if you were suppose to be scared.

You rolled your eyes and ignored her as you continued to wait for your drink but she grabbed your shoulder and span you to face her, angering her more.

"What do you want?" You asked so unbothered by her presence.

"When did you start acting like a slut, Y/n?"

You raised your eyebrows at her, the way those words easily slipped out of her mouth "I'm acting like a slut? I am waiting for my drink and you are disturbing me"

She rolled her eyes, she felt her powers pumping inside her veins "You are the only person here, all over all those women"

You looked around to see what women she was talking about "What women? I was just dancing with Nata-" You paused "I don't have to explain myself to you, now leave me alone"

"Yes you do! You definitely need to tell me why you are all over Natasha? Are you sleeping with her?"

It was started to irritate you, she didn't care about you so many months ago and suddenly when things get better, she takes an interest, it's like her life goal is to destroy your happiness.

"You have to be joking right now.." You scoffed as you stared at her with so much disbelief across your face.

"Yes we sleep together, in the same bed! As she fucking helps me through my nightmares you gave me!" You poked her chest as you raised your voice at her.

"You think I will believe you? I seen the way you look at her Y/n-!"

You grabbed her hand as you showed her what you dream off, each night. Jumping up in fear and sweat as tears roll down your face and how each time those nightmares get worse, seeing how Wanda betrayed you over and over again and you were forced to see it, enduring more pain than it is healthy.

You let go of her hand as she finally looked at you but with a different emotion; guilt.

You scoffed as you walked away that's when Natasha noticed you was gone for too long, her gaze caught you walking away towards the elevators away from Wanda, she felt the anger in her raise but you were more important than dealing with Wanda.

You made your way towards the kitchen, as you wiped the runny make up down your face, using the reflecting bit of the coffee maker to see where the make up was ruined.

Suddenly a voice spoke up from behind you "How did you think that would end?"

It wasn't the voice you would expect to hear, you straighten yourself as you swiftly turned towards Vision "Are you as stupid as Wanda, I left to be left alone so why are you here?"

Your tone didn't faze him "Wanda never really loved you Y/n"

You rolled your eyes "Look you walking fridge, I don't give two shits what Wanda felt or not, I care about you leaving me the fuck alone before you regret it"

He stood there completely still, no emotions displayed "Did you think Wanda would love someone so simple, she has a connection with me through the mind stone but with you? Nothing"

You wanted to be angry but you knew this is why she left you, she had that connection with him that you could never understand, he laughed at your reaction "See, pathetic little girl who can't even get over the fact that she left"

"You never was enough. I am so much more better than you-" His sudden stop to his words, made you look up.

"If you don't leave this room, I swear the only thing that will be left is that stupid gem from your stupid head"

He raised his arms up as the gun was pointed at his head, Natasha might've drank a little too much, then again she doesn't exactly gets drunk, she is Russian and Russians are really hard to get drunk.

"Now leave" It was a demand that fell from the redheads mouth, he nodded and stepped out of the kitchen and left. He knew better than to start a war with the former assassin.

She placed her gun down as she rushed towards you and without a word just hugged you, you took a deep breath "Thank you.."

She pulled away slightly as she looked worryingly into your eyes "Whatever he said, it's not true-"

"Natty, there is no need to sugar coat it anymore" The smile that was spread across your lips wasn't as sad as it was before "She left me because I just wasn't what she wanted in the end, she might've left me in a horrible way but it's okay"

The Russian shook her head as she cupped your face with both of her hands as tears of her own dropped "You are just perfect, she made a horrible mistake"

You bought your hand to wipe her tears "Maybe, but that's her problem now and I couldn't be happier with where I am and who I am surrounded by"

She smiled as she pulled you into her, letting out a breath she was holding back, you always seem to have that effect on her whenever your face would be too close to hers.

⸻⸻⋙☸⋘⸻⸻

Another 6 months went by so quickly, and you seem to be closer to Natasha than before. She trained you and you in return showed her what fun tricks you can do with your mind.

She was amused by you but also annoyed each time she would place something and it suddenly it was gone. The team soon started to snoop around your business as they noticed Wanda no longer being all over you.

You told the team and they were more than understanding, respecting your wishes or else they would know what Natasha's fist tastes like.

You noticed how much you grew fond of the feeling for Natasha, you seen her in a whole different light and if you were honest you actually really liked it.

You could've promised yourself that you would never want to be with someone again but you knew that this is a whole lie and the more you spend your time with Natasha the stronger you felt towards her.

You could pinpoint the exact moment you realised that what you felt wasn't friendly but more romantic

~~~~~

You always loved cooking as a way to relax and that's what you were doing today, Natasha was against cooking, she wanted to do her reports but you managed to convince her with your famous cookies.

The mission the both of you attended was tense but not as hard as others so a little cooking couldn't hurt anyone, you looked at Natasha who just sat there as she leaned on her hands.

"You could help me instead of being a weirdo and just staring" You spoke as you eyed her from what you were doing.

She chuckled as she protested "I was told to accompany you not be your elf"

You raised your brows at her "Elf? it's not Christmas season just yet darling"

If you were silent enough you could've heard Natasha's heart skip a beat at the nickname you used, she just stared at you with a smile so you continued not realising her obvious staring "Plus elf's are cute and very useful so more your ass and help me if you want some of these cookies"

She rolled her eyes playfully as she made her way towards you, you handed her some ingredients to mix together as you did your part as well.

She stood there, mixing it as her muscles flexed catching your eye once or twice... or all the time. You tried your best to keep your focus on what you were doing and finally when she was finished, she pushed the bowl towards you without saying anything.

You looked at her and the smile that was spread across her lips was the most innocent smile anyone could witness. Sometimes Natasha manages to act like a child just to impress you and it did work most of the time.

You smirked as you took your finger and dipped it into the melted chocolate and with one swift motion you rubbed it onto her face, her mouth fell open as you started to giggle at her.

She frown at you but failed to act upset as your giggles made her smile, so she did what she thought was payback and took some of the chocolate as she rubbed it on your cheek.

You looked at her when you suddenly stopped laughing "Okay, okay, I deserved that"

You tried to wiped the chocolate away but she stopped you and looked into your eyes, the sense of innocence was gone "Let me get it for you"

When her face moved closed to your cheek, you froze and then you felt her tongue on your cheek as she licked off the chocolate she just wiped on you, when she moved away and hummed at the deliciousness, your eyes were slightly wider as you stared at her.

This feeling wasn't friendly and definitely not innocent

~~~~~

You was sitting next to Natasha on the couch, with your head on her shoulder as she scrolled down her phone to bunch of 10 second videos of cats. You planned to ask Natasha out for a walk later in the day to finally talk to her but the thought of planning what you were going to say to her was interrupted.

"Sorry Y/n, can I quickly talk to you?" Wanda spoke up as she stood couple feet away from the couch.

You felt Natasha tense which made you look at her and nod slightly to let her know it's okay, she relaxed and smiled at you but her narrowed eyes came back as soon as it landed on Wanda.

"Sure" You spoke with just one word as the two of you made your way towards the kitchen, far enough from Natasha's hearing range.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, I just wanted to apologise.."

You took a deep breath, thinking it will be one of those scenes where the ex begs to get back but she held her hand up as she spoke before you could "I'm not here to 'beg' you to come back to me, I just wanted to say that I am really sorry how things turned out"

"I had a lot of time to think about what you showed me and I didn't realise the pain I had in flicked on you by doing what I did. It was a mistake with how I handled it and I am sorry"

You took a deep breath, this is all you wanted from her and in the end she finally understood her wrong "Like I said, I'm not here to beg you because I did fall out of love with you and nothing has changed since that time but I just wanted to say I'm sorry Y/n"

You would be lying if you said it didn't hurt, because you used to love her with your whole being but at the same time, you didn't love her like that anymore, someone else owned your heart and you were more than happy to gift it to them.

You nodded with a smile across your lips "I know Wanda, Thank you for this"

She nodded as she looked past you at Natasha "I'm just glad you were able to fall in love again.."

You looked where she was looking and smiled widely to yourself as you whispered "I know.."

⸻⸻⋙☸⋘⸻⸻

You dragged Natasha along with you by her hand, she wanted to stay inside as it was cold but of course to managed to convince her, she of course said she would blame you if she gotten sick and you promised to be there for her if she was.

You pulled her towards this tall bridge that had a little pond beneath it, it was covered in ice which was more beautiful, the way the lights would light up the darkness and that's exactly how you felt with Natasha.

You stood in the middle of the bridge, smiling widely as Natasha's cheeks were slightly pink "Why are you smiling so much?"

The smile across of your lips never left as you answered her "Because Tasha! Look around it's beautiful"

She kept her gaze on you as you looked around "I agree with you" she didn't care about anything else but you in this moment admiring the beautiful of the world whilst her world stood right in front of her.

"Well why are we here?" She asked curious to why you wanted to drag her out here.

You took a deep breath and finally looked into her emerald eyes, taking in her warm hand "I brought you here so I can tell you something important-"

She whined "You could've told me in the warmth of my bedroom"

You rolled your eyes "No, no I could not have"

"Fine, okay.. Tell me" She sighed with a small smile.

"Natasha, where do I start... You have changed so much in my life and I really hope this will change a lot of things for good"

She looked confused at you as her heart started to beat fast in her chest and you continued "I never thought I could get over what has happened but you made it so much more easier which is what made me fall in love with you"

"You have been nothing but amazing to me and I regret not seeing how strongly I feel about you. Because of you Tasha, I am whole again and-"

Before you could continue, Natasha pulled your face into hers as she smashed her lips against yours, the way her lips moved against yours made you feel so loved and happy.

She pulled away with the biggest smile as she pressed her forehead against yours "I had always loved you медовый (honey) and I would've done anything you told me even if that meant staying away"

You sighed at her words "I don't want you to stay away"

Natasha smiled with so much love "Good, I couldn't even if I wanted to"

You pulled her in for a kiss but before actually kissing her you whispered "I love you too Natty" and finally allowed yourself to kiss Natasha with the same love as she was giving you.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda angst #natasha fluff

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newkyus-void · 3 years

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Take it like a good girl.

◡̈ 선우 // 김 선우

⁂ smut

⁂ warnings: enemies with benefits, hate sex, unprotected sex, degradation mixed with dirty praise (use of slut & whore), cursing, slapping, fingering (brief), use of pet name kitten, finger sucking (brief), cumming inside, no aftercare

⁂ dom! Tennis Player! Sunwoo x sub! Tennis Player! Fem. Reader

⁂ wc.: 1.7k

A/N: v much wrote this just for @yeostars. 😌

You barely dodge the tennis ball that came hurling towards your face with a shriek, dropping to the floor in shock. "Kim Sunwoo, are you out of your fucking mind?!"

The man just sneers and narrows his eyes. "Move your ass," He gestures with his Tennis racket, "I wanna finish this match"

You stand back up with a scoff and throw the tennis ball in the general direction of his head. "Fuck you, I'm leaving!"

Sunwoo catches the ball and clicks his tongue, silently watching as you angrily stomp away. "Hey, that means I win!"

"I don't give a flying fuck!" You hiss and show him the middle finger before entering the hallway that leads to the changing rooms.

Everything is quiet since the two of you are the last ones in the gym and the janitor won't arrive until eight. But then there are quick steps behind you.

You whip around, alarmed, but don't get to do so much as open your mouth before Sunwoo clasps his hand over it. "Quiet"

You furrow your brows and move to step back, but he moves fast, turns you around and pins you against a wall, chest first. "Ow! What the hell is wrong with you?!" You hiss and wiggle to get him to loosen his grip on your wrists.

"Shut up" He spits back and turns you back around, one hand on the column of your throat. "You've been so fucking cranky today. What's gotten your panties in a twist, huh?"

Your hands clench and unclench at your sides helplessly and you swallow, feeling hot when his lips pull into a smirk.

"Not so feisty now? How bad…" Sunwoo muses and moves closer, broad chest pushing against yours, "you had such a loud mouth back in the pitch"

"Shut the f-"

"Ah-ah ah…" He interrupts you, index finger pushing against your lips. "God you're such a little bitch, you know that? It makes me wanna fuck the attitude out of you so bad"

Your bottom lip quivers and you feel a rush of arousal head straight to your core at his words. "Get your filthy hands off of me, Kim Sunwoo"

He chuckles lowly, the tone sending a shiver down your spine and his grip on your throat tightens suddenly. He thrives off of the way your breath hitches and your hands immediately grasp his wrist. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? You're just a needy little kitten who wants to get her cunt filled with a dick"

"S- Shut up" You whine, a weak attempt to conceal the desperate look on your face.

Because in fact, you just couldn't stop imagining Sunwoo fucking you senseless. All his grunts and groans during the match riled you up and made you lose your focus which ended you in this situation.

Sunwoo smirks with an evil glint in his eyes. "You didn't say no" He pokes his tongue against the inside of his cheek for a second. "I bet the match made you ruin your panties. You think I wouldn't notice the way you'd rub your thighs? Oh kitten, you're so clueless"

"If you came here just to make fun of me, then leave me alone" You hiss and dig your fingernails into his arm. "You succeeded"

"Oh no silly" he snickers, his free hand moving to push some hair out of your face, "you caused a problem and you're going to fix it"

Right after he finishes speaking, he presses his hips against yours, making you feel his raging boner through his pants.

A moan slips past your lips and you bite your lip in embarrassment. Now you gave him what he wanted.

"Aww kitten, are you suddenly getting shy?" He mocks you, thumb pulling your lip free from your teeth. "Too bad no one else gets to see you like this, so desperate to get your tight little pussy stuffed"

You whimper and move your hips to grind against his, eliciting a deep groan out of him.

Immediate regret fills you though, when his free hand lands a light slap against your face. "This was your warning kitten. I won't go easy on whores like you" the same hand that smacked you now holds your jaw. "Your safe word is berry. I won't stop until I hear it, understand?"

Your heartbeat quickens and you nod, desperately needing relief.

Another slap is delivered to your face, this time with more force, but not too harsh either. "Use your fucking words, slut"

An almost pained whimper escapes your mouth and you hurriedly reply, "I- I understand!"

Sunwoo doesn't waste another second and attaches his lips to your neck, sucking dark marks into the sensitive skin and basking in your whimpers.

Your fingers dig into his shoulders and press your crotch against his again. "Fuck- Sunwoo please just fuck me!"

He bites down on the junction of your shoulder and neck, eliciting a sharp gasp from you. "You're so impatient, kitten" He clicks his tongue, "but you're lucky I'm as well"

Within seconds you're stripped of your pants and underwear and Sunwoo's fingers are teasing you. "Shit kitten, you're so wet for me"

"Shut up!" You fight back, but regret it a second later when he delivers a smack to your cunt.

"Be quiet, slut" He hisses and moves so his mouth is level with your ear. "The only sounds you'll be making are your pretty moans when I fill up your greedy pussy"

You involuntarily comply and instead just whine pitifully, aching for some relief.

Sunwoo coos in fake sympathy and pushes two of his lengthy fingers into your soaked pussy. "Damn kitten you're dripping… were you that desperate for my cock?"

You don't reply and he doesn't comment further on it, instead teasing you further, digits moving fast in and out of your cunt until he feels you clench around his fingers. "You won't cum just yet, kitten" He says, voice low and threatening as he pulls out his fingers and wipes them off on his pants carelessly. "Because I want you to do it on my dick"

Your eyes roll back when he pulls down his pants and underwear to free his leaking cock. "Shit Sunwoo you're so big-"

"Hush" He quiets you down with a cocky smirk, "I'll make it fit"

Another rush of arousal washes over you at his words and you clench around emptiness. "Please!"

Sunwoo chuckles and rubs the head of his cock against your soaked cunt, catching onto your entrance briefly, but not pushing in and making you whine. "Aww poor kitten, just want to get fucked like the slut you are, don't you? Want me to fuck you stupid and use you as a little cocksleeve, hm?"

A sob tears through the otherwise silent hall and the man chuckled darkly, getting off of your suffering. "Y- Yes I do! Please just- just fuck me already!"

"Mhm sure thing" He smirks again, licking his luscious lips and pushing his cock into your dripping entrance, ripping moans from both your mouths.

The stretch stung at first due to the lack of prepping, but it made you feel all the more full when he bottomed out, pelvis flush against yours. "You like that, whore? Like it when your tight little pussy gets stretched out by a big dick without any prep?" Sunwoo taunts, his lips sucking another mark into the skin of your throat and pulling back with a smack. "You love being used as a cum dump, don't you? Dirty little kitten"

You mewl in embarrassment, flustered with how easy he could read you. "F- fuck Sunwoo-"

"Mhm, did I allow you to speak? Be a good little kitten and take my cock like the slut you are" He hisses back, pushing two fingers into your mouth to shut you up briefly as he pulls his hips back, only to slam them against yours.

A high-pitched moan rips through your throat and you bite down slightly on his digits.

"Yeah that's right kitten, that's how you take it" He says with a smug undertone as he pulls out his fingers again, instead placing both hands on your waist. "Hold on tight kitten, this is gonna be a rough ride~"

Without question, your eyes widen and you quickly wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Not wasting another second, Sunwoo starts pounding into you roughly, pulling you up and down by your waist in sync with his thrusts. The slapping of his skin connecting with yours reverberates through the unoccupied hallway of the gym.

Sunwoo's grunts and raspy moans are right by your ear as he works you both towards your orgasm, his fingers all but digging into the flesh of your waist and surely leaving marks.

"A-Ah! Sunwoo, r- right there!" You cry out when he brushes against your g-spot, your body trembling at the overwhelming pleasure.

"Mh… Kitten are you gonna cum? Is my cock making you feel so good?"

"Y- Yes! Yes, your cock is so good!" is your almost immediate reply, fingernails digging into his back and surely leaving red scratch marks on his unblemished skin.

"Shit- I'm gonna cum, kitten" Sunwoo groans, hips stuttering slightly and pace faltering, "and you're gonna take all of it like the good whore you are"

You only manage to nod against his shoulder and breathe heavily when you feel yourself near the edge, the coil in your stomach snapping soon.

"Ughhh, fuck!" Sunwoo growls, bottoms out and grinds against you as his cum fills you up, sending you over the edge as well. You sob into his shoulder, the pleasure almost too much, but then he stops and you lean back against the wall.

Sunwoo sets you back down on your feet and clicks his tongue. "Look at you kitten, all fucked out and cunt messed up with my cum"

You whimper and slide down to the floor, too spent to shoot back a remark.

"It was fun while it lasted" He says and pulls his underwear and pants back up and in place. "I'll see you next week"

And then he turns around to enter the men's changing rooms and you're left in the hallway, pussy leaking of his cum and feeling tired.

"Fucking asshole…" You mumble under your breath as you gather your clothes to shower and leave, humiliation seeping into your bones.

You just fucked your greatest enemy and you enjoyed it.

#https://newkyus-void%yukis-thots #tbz smut #the boyz smut #sunwoo smut #tbz imagines #the boyz imagines #tbz scenarios #the boyz scenarios #https://newkyus-void%losing-my-marbles #https://newkyus-void%end-post.exe

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atticuswritesstuff · 3 years

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Sharing is Caring Katsuki Bakugo x Eijirou Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary: Bakugo decides to share his girlfriend with his best friend for a night

Warnings: NSFW, threesome, sneaky sex, overstimulation, degradation, praising, oral (male receiving), graphic sex, swearing, (dubcon?)

Word Count: 3k

Movie night was always looked forward to, especially when everyone had suffered through a long week of pro-hero training. You, however, were dreading this night, knowing what your boyfriend had planned. Before you left your dorm room, you sent Bakugo a picture of the dress he asked you to wear, a message alongside it.

"You sure about this?"

His response was instant.

"Yes, you look beautiful."

You sighed, unsure if you really wanted to go through with it. While your mind was unsure, your body was telling you otherwise with a familiar pang in your lower abdomen along with a growing wet spot in your panties.

I almost forgot!

You slipped your panties off, discarding them in your dirty clothes hamper before grabbing your blanket and heading off to Bakugo's room.

Your heart was pounding as you walked to Bakugo's room. You felt so exposed with no panties on, especially given you were wearing a dress that just barely reached mid-thigh. Thankfully, it was common to bring your own blanket at movie night, so no one would question it.

Approaching Bakugo's door, you happily let yourself in before closing the door behind you. Only Bakugo and Kirishima so far, sitting on his bed against the adjacent wall, but you had already guessed Kirishima was there given they were besties.

"Hi guys," You chirped, taking your shoes off at the door.

"Hey kid," Kirishima greeted, "We can't decide, scary movie or rom-com?"

"Scary," you replied, crawling onto the bed in between him and Kirishima, "I don't really like rom-com movies."

"Alright," Kirishima replied, leaving the bed so he could set up the DVD player.

As soon as Kirishima's head was turned, Bakugo pulled you onto his lap, your back against the headboard as you sat adjacent to his body. You unfolded the thin blanket, draping over you both yours and Bakugo's legs. His hand immediately found its way to your inner thigh, pushing up your dress, resting his hand at mid-thigh level.

And so it begins.

Kirishima popped the CD into the DVD player, rejoining you on the bed, "Thanks for bringing a blanket, I didn't get a chance to go to my dorm and grab mine!"

You mentally cursed him as he moved to sit next to you two, lifting up your legs and putting them on his lap so he could sit right next to Bakugo.

Suddenly, the door opened and Mina and Sero came in simultaneously. You exchanged greetings before watching as they sat on the floor in front of Bakugo's bed.

Thank God.

Denki and Jiro arrived shortly thereafter, cutting the lights as the movie started. Snacks were passed around, blankets and spots were fought over. Ultimately, everyone else sat on the floor, leaving the three of you on the bed. Meanwhile, Bakugo's thumb rubbing up and down over your slit was driving you insane.

Everyone quieted down rather quickly as the movie started, thankfully, you'd chosen horror knowing people would be too enveloped in the screams and jumpscares in case you happened to make any noise.

Your focus, however, was entirely on Bakugo. Where his hands were, his erection poking your leg through his pants, even his heartrate. When the movie started to get a bit louder, Bakugo slid his hand up further, now pressing directly against your sex.

You rested your head against his shoulder, turning your attention towards the movie, you knew you would have to have an easy way to hide your face if he made you too flustered.

Quickly thinking, Bakugo brought his arm around you and pulled you closer, making it look like you were simply being held in his lap. He decided to begin his plan as the first jumpscare blared through the speakers.

Pushing your thighs open slightly, Bakugo started swirling his middle and ring finger around your clit, barely adding any pressure in order to tease you.

You bit your lip, trying to subtly spread your legs further. You were frustrated with Kirishima for putting your legs on his lap and practically sitting on Bakugo with you, but there was nothing you could do about it now.

As Bakugo added pressure to your clit, he watched from his peripherals as your eyes fluttered shut, your face nestling into his neck. After surveying his friends, he subtly tapped Kirishima with his elbow, letting him know it was clear to move.

Bakugo brought two damp fingers to your lips, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him while you cleaned them with your mouth.

Instead, your attention was brought to Kirishima side-eyeing you, only then did you realize you felt another hand creeping up your thigh. There was no way this one was Bakugo's, you could feel both of his hands in relation to each other, this was definitely Kirishima.

This wasn't part of the plan.

You held eye contact with Kirishima as he started rubbing his fingers in a circular motion around your clit. Kirishima found it wildly amusing that you looked at him with desperation as soon as he touched you as if you'd already accepted the pleasure he was giving you. Not that he could really tell with Bakugo's fingers down your throat.

In your mind, Kirishima touching you while Bakugo just watched was frustratingly hot. However, both of them stopping simultaneously as Jiro got up to use the bathroom, annoying the hell out of all three of you.

Kirishima took this as an opportunity to move spots from against the wall with Bakugo, sitting against the headboard next to you, getting under the blanket and draping his legs over Bakugo's in the same fashion.

"Yo anyone got a spare blanket they're not using?" Kiri asked the group, “Bakugo is hogging all the blanket up here.”

"Here, you can have mine," Sero laughed, happily handing over his blanket and re-covering himself with part of Mina's blanket.

"Thanks, bro," He replied.

Sero's blanket was thick and fluffy, meaning Kirishima could cover you three a bit better. He was able to cover his legs as well as build a wall of blanket that hid his hand making its way under your dress again.

Bakugo caught on to what Kiri was doing, pulling your dress up and exposing your pussy to the both of them as they pried your thighs open under the blanket.

You felt a heavy blush setting in all over your neck and chest as Kirishima started nonchalantly fingering you, his head turned towards the screen. Bakugo rubbed his hand up and down your inner thigh soothingly, enjoying watching his best friend finger fucking his girlfriend. The sight alone made his cock twitch.

You could feel yourself creating a wet spot on Bakugo's sweats as Kirishima's fingers scissored inside you. You had to tuck your head into Bakugo's neck, letting out your quiet moans and whimpers directly into his ear so he could hear how good Kirishima was making you feel.

Hearing Jiro come back, Kirishima covered his hand and your exposed pussy with Sero's blanket, waiting for her to settle in before uncovering you again. Bakugo took this bit of privacy as an opportunity to subtly pull his sweats down, guiding your hand to his hard cock.

You looked around at the group before wrapping your hand around it, slowly jerking him off as Kiri pumped his fingers into you at a sickeningly fast pace. Your other hand rested on Kirishima's wrist, squeezing to let him know how good he was making you feel. You were just surprised no one could hear the squelching sounds of your pussy over the movie.

As you started to pump Bakugo's cock, Kirishima's ministrations quickened, this time curling his fingers inside you. As you moaned softly into Bakugo's ear, your legs started to tremble. Your grip on Kiri's wrist tightened, signaling you were close.

Bakugo joined in on pleasing you, rubbing your clit as Kiri fingered you. Within seconds, you were biting down on Bakugo's neck as you came, your pussy gushing all over their hands and Bakugo's sweats as your legs shook uncontrollably. Your pelvis rutted against their hands as you rode out your high, finally going limp against Bakugo when it was over.

"Shit," You heard Bakugo's voice barely even coming out as a whisper for fear of being caught, "I need to be inside you."

Hooking his arm under your thighs, he lifted you up just enough for Kirishima to help guide his cock into you.

It took everything in you to not moan out loud, you were shaking harder from the overstimulation. Bakugo's cock stretching you and filling you up was enough to cause tears to stream down your cheeks, you were whimpering in his ear a bit louder now.

Kirishima pulled your thighs open once more, watching as Bakugo's cock twitched inside you. His own erection was straining against his boxers, thankful he had two blankets to hide it, he started rubbing your clit once more. This time, a lot more slowly than previously, matching the motion as he palmed himself under the blanket.

Bakugo wanted so badly to fuck your warm little cunt, Kirishima wasn't helping either. Rubbing your clit was causing your walls to flutter around his cock, soft moans and whimpers escaping your lips just for him to hear.

Tapping Kirishima's arm briefly, grabbing his attention, Bakugo mouthed something wicked to him:

"Make her cum again."

Kirishima grinned wildly, understanding immediately increasing the pressure and speed that he rubbed your clit.

You started shaking almost immediately, you tried to ignore Bakugo's cock throbbing inside you as Kiri abused your sopping cunt. You were sobbing silently at the overstimulation, shaking and sniffling into Bakugo as they continued to please you.

Bakugo pulled the thin blanket up around the two of you, tucking it around you so he could pull the front of your dress down. His hand snaked into your bra, roughly groping your breasts, alternating between the two of them respectively.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum!" You whispered harshly in Bakugo's ear.

His hand flew to your mouth as your walls tightened around him, you were fighting your own hips as they bucked against Kirishima's fingers, trying to get away from the deadly assault on your clit.

To no avail, you took every ounce of pleasure Kiri gave you, cumming around Bakugo's cock, your cunt throbbing around his cock as your entire body tensed up.

"Good job, princess," Kirishima praised in your ear, licking your mess off his fingers, "I wonder how many times you can cum before the movie is over."

Bakugo grabbed your jaw, forcing you into a searing kiss, "Let's find out, shall we?"

In the span of an hour, Kirishima and Bakugo made you cum six times.

The first three were from Kirishima rubbing your clit, Bakugo's cock throbbing and twitching inside you while you suffered at the mercy of Kirishima's fingers.

The next two were from Bakugo playing with your clit as Kirishima groped your breasts roughly, and the final one from Bakugo guiding your hips to roll against his cock, grinding while he was deep inside you, Kirishima returning to rubbing your clit as you helped overstimulate yourself.

To say you were sobbing was an understatement. You were an absolute wreck. Each orgasm made it harder and harder to keep quiet, you wondered how the hell no one noticed.

As the screen slowly started to fade to black, Bakugo pulled the blanket up around the both of you again, resting his head on yours to pretend he'd fallen asleep. Your face was tucked into his neck, not even visible to the others. However, that didn't stop him from slowly rubbing your cunt under the blanket.

"That movie was really scary, "Denki complained loudly.

"Shh," Kirishima hushed, pointing at the two of you, "You don't wanna wake them."

You heard a few giggles and whispers as your friends cleaned up their blankets. Kirishima handed Sero his blanket back, telling the group he was gonna stay and hang out with the two of you, it didn't quite make sense to them, but they didn't protest.

You started to shake against Bakugo again, enjoying his warmth as you felt the exhaustion from your orgasms hit you like a train.

Kirishima shooed the group out of the room, quietly closing the door behind them, "They're gone."

Bakugo wasted no time pulling the blanket off of both of you, lifting you off his cock, and setting you in the middle of the bed.

"Fuck!" You groaned at the loss of his cock. You weren't able to hold yourself up well, "I literally hate you both."

They just chuckled at you, pulling their own clothes off, "And since when did Kirishima become a part of this?"

"Bakugo asked me to help relieve some of your stress," Kiri said cockily, "How could I say no?"

You scoffed, pulling your dress off to join the two naked men. Kirishima sat in front of you, beckoning you to come to suck his cock, "You gonna fuck her first?"

"Of course I am," Bakugo scowled, waiting for you to start sucking Kirishima's cock, "I've been waiting for an hour and a half."

As soon as you were on your knees, bent over with his cock in your mouth, Bakugo bottomed out, setting a rough pace.

"Fuck, I've been waiting all night for this," He groaned, "Waiting for the moment I can finally pound your wet little cunt."

His thrusts rocked you so hard you didn't have to put any effort into sucking Kiri's cock, not that it mattered, your head was being bobbed up and down his cock for you.

"God I love making her into a cock drunk little slut," Bakugo groaned, his hands bruising your hips, "Taking two cocks like such a good girl, aren't you baby?"

You weakly moaned around Kirishima's cock, only hearing half of what he said.

"You're doing so well," Kirishima moaned, placing one hand on top of your head, the other cupping your chin so he could fuck your mouth, "Fuck Y/n, I love this mouth of yours."

You went limp, letting them chase their highs as they used you. You didn't even try to stop your coming orgasms as Bakugo's cock brushed over your g-spot. You came twice in the span of a few minutes as Bakugo fucked you.

"Can I fuck her?" Kirishima asked shyly.

"Hmm," Bakugo pretended to think about it, "What do you think baby, do you want Kirishima to pound your little cunt?"

You nodded and moaned Kiri's cock still deep in your mouth. He pulled you off with a pop, pulling your face to his so he could kiss you passionately.

Bakugo pulled out of you to switch with Kirishima, missing the warmth of your pussy. You were guided to the end of Bakugo's bed so he could stand and fuck your mouth.

Kirishima slowly entered your pussy, wanted to enjoy every inch filling you up. Bakugo, however, pulled you down onto his cock instantly, hitting the back of your throat as you gagged. You could taste your cum on his cock as he came, hardly lasting as your tongue swirled around his tip, massaging his balls. He caressed your cheek as you swallowed his cum, holding his gaze. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying, but he adored you all the same.

Kirishima started pounding into you at an ungodly pace, you went limp, laying your chest on the bed so he could finish. You let him use you like a toy, thoroughly pounding you. Bakugo came up beside him, his hand trailing underneath you to rub your clit. Between Kirishima's cock, Bakugo's hand, and the fact that you'd cum more than just a few times, you were practically screaming into the sheets.

"One more time baby, cum for us one more time," Bakugo purred.

His words pushed you farther, you fell over the edge seconds later, clenching around Kirishima's cock as you squirted all over him and Bakugo's bed. Even with you being face down, they could hear your screams and cries as you shook. Kirishima finally reached his high from your pussy spasming around his dick, pulling out and cumming on your back as your orgasm ended.

Bakugo scooped up his discarded shirt, quickly cleaning up and scooping you up bridal style. He sat on the end of the bed and held you in his lap, petting your hair and soothing your cries and hiccups. He knew they thoroughly overstimulated you, and you enjoyed every second of it.

"Hey Kiri, mind getting dressed and finding us some water?" Bakugo asked quietly.

"Yeah, no problem bro just give me a sec." He was panting but quickly pulled on his clothes so he could venture out to find some water.

Bakugo held you tighter, rocking back and forth to soothe your aching body, "You did so good princess, so good."

You hummed weakly, "This was fun."

"It really was, shitty hair seemed to have fun, too," he confirmed, glancing at Kiri as he grinned stupidly, "You better thank her, we put her through heaven and hell all in one night."

Before leaving, Kiri left a kiss on your forehead, "Thank you for an amazing night, Y/n."

"No problem Kiri." You said quietly, feeling hazy in Bakugo's arms.

When Kirishima left, Bakugo carried you into the bed. Pulling the comforter back, he laid on his back as you laid on his chest, already passed out.

Kirishima came back with cold bottles of water minutes later, seeing how you already fell asleep, he left them on the desk, "I'll get out of your hair."

"No, stay," Bakugo demanded, pointed at your sleeping form, "You can be the big spoon."

Kirishima chuckled, turning off the lights and making his way to the bed. He snuggled up to you, wrapping his arm around your sleeping form to spoon you.

"Goodnight, shitty hair." Bakugo hummed.

"And goodnight to you too, Bakugo." He replied.

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*sing* it's been ~a while~

and i have been watching vm vs the nein a lot so let's talk about it. as always with me, this is a very long word vomit.

i said over on my mechanics post that the vm playbook requires urgency while the nein's playbook requires setup. here's what i mean. if the nein can make it to round 3-4 intact, that is if all of them are up, they are going to win. period. the nein simply have too many ways to steal turns from their enemies or to maximize their own effectiveness for things to go any other way.

if you want to see this in action even with a reduced roster, go watch the fire elemental fight in episode 129 and count the rounds. between caduceus' mass cure wounds and spirit guardians, caleb's slow, veth's sneak attacks, and jester's guiding bolts, the nein were able to scrape out a win thanks more to their bag of tricks than the damage output. veth only got sneak attack because of guiding bolt's secondary effects, slow kept veth safe from an opportunity attack and jester from a multi-attack, mass cure wounds gave caleb that round to cast slow, and the spirit guardians passively whittled down the enemies into KO range. the accumulated secondary effects were too much for the enemies to withstand and they fell hard. notice how everything built on one another here. that's what cockroach parties learn to do well. it was sloppier than a normal nein fight but they did it with a reduced roster AND with nearly all of their high level spell slots spent before the fight. yeah, they're fucking scary.

vm, however, is a whole different kind of scary. this team can put you down before you even know what's happening. it's harder to target the group's biggest damage dealers because you have a hulking barbarian and often an elemental up front locking down combatants. the dagger rogue can teleport and fly. oh, and give himself an extra action each round. the ranger and the gunslinger can stand back and just go to town. the freaking bear can maul you. the bard can make your life a living joke in your final moments. the cleric is a wildcard because the group is built to fight without her; if she's around, good luck because that's another round of attacks you have to take and an extra round vm can take. their DCs are ridiculous, as are their overall ACs.

but the thing to know about vm is that they have to put you down fast. they don't have the hit points for longer fights and they definitely don't have the utility for longer fights. their druid is offensively oriented, their cleric is often absent, and their bard is mostly support. he's often the only one running that bag of tricks. he can and will fuck up an opposing team given the chance and bolster his own, the problem is that he has almost no backup here. it's a giant hole that is begging to be exploited. it's an even bigger hole when that bard can only cast one spell per round.

so, going into the battle royale, the vm side had to down one member of the nein as fast as possible preferably in two rounds or fewer. it almost doesn't matter who, because if you down beau or fjord, that forces jester or fjord to spend their action or spell getting the downed member back up. if jester goes down, fjord has to do something about it. well, i say it almost doesn't matter but beau's deflect missiles makes her the worst target of the trio and yes, i'm including fjord's half-orc bounce back in that calculation. that gives you one round where the person healing isn't fucking up your team. vm's secondary objective was to monitor and control beau. her movement is nothing to compared to a hasted vax but her stunning strike is the most lethal weapon the nein brought into this fight. vm overall is not a melee group to begin with and their con saves are all garbage. vm has to find a way to keep her off their tails if they want a chance. we also know that vm's plan was to try to take out jester first so throw that objective into the mix as well.

all the nein have to do is survive the first couple rounds, monitor scanlan and pike, and get into position. that's basically it. the nein can absolutely withstand vax and percy's damage output for the first two rounds. pike and scanlan's damage output can be scary but pike in particular has to decide whether she wants to hold high level slots for healing. and she would need those higher level slots to get close to percy and vax's damage output. the nein know from experience that the support caster is where the real trouble will begin.

but before we kick things off, remember that matt specifically designed this battlefield to take turns away from the teams. the chests are an action to search and are located far out of the way in the field. the gem requires an action to activate, which basically means sacrificing your action for someone else's, and shifts between six designated points on the field. matt, who has a deep understanding of how both teams operate, decided to play on the nein's insecurities that they were at a severe item disadvantage and see if he could get them to bite. high risk, high reward. granted, this is me speculating but it does look like matt saw the fight very differently from the players and readjusted the field accordingly.

so we kick off and immediately scanlan proves why he is the top priority on the nein's list. he gets the gem, gets fjord prone on the ground, and comes within a hair's breadth of turning the fight into a five on two potential slaughter. travis brilliantly responds to these circumstances in the best of ways. see, fjord isn't the nein's utility magician for this fight; fjord's the bait. travis makes a very big spectacle of himself and fjord's predicament. and vm buys it hook, line, and sinker. ashley tries to continue with the original plan of gunning for jester only to discover that jester is who knows where.

vax, percy and scanlan? immediately take their shots at fjord. but fjord's on the ground which puts percy's awful misfire mechanic into reasonable play. so fjord gets lucky and doesn't take anywhere near the amount of damage he could have from percy. scanlan, after percy is removed from the field, decides he's better off trying to finish fjord but only hits a 3rd level thunder wave instead of a higher level one, which sam was probably saving for some counterspells or such. i don't think a higher level would have made that much of a difference but it is important to note.

more importantly, vax gets greedy. he got two good hits on fjord with his two actions, he could have left and hidden for the next turn. yes, vm has to down fjord as fast as possible. however that haste is going to be more effective over the long term if vax can keep it. but fjord's easy prey and he thinks vm can down him before jester can get over there to do anything about it. so he goes for the bonus action attack. pike eventually joins this mad dash scramble and like scanlan, she absolutely needed to throw something huge at fjord to get past his half-orc racial trait to have a prayer at downing him. but she did not because ashley seems to have been saving all her high levels for healing so fjord survives the round in honestly a very good position. vax can't target him from range with the cloud up, scanlan now has bigger problems than fjord with molly right up on him, and pike ran, taking damage and healing fjord in the process.

meanwhile, the nein's ladies are free to run and play the field as they see fit. jester has a big opening round flame strike. beau decides she can hold off on her round 2 blitz run to vm in favor of bringing molly onto the field. remember kids, never let a monk with 55ft of movement have the run of the place, it's bad for business. jester then makes a great play with her dispel magic at vax's haste. hashtag thanks, fjord. remember, kids, cockroach parties excel at taking turns and actions away from their opponents. in round 2 alone, the nein successfully remove percy from the field and remove vax's extra attack. that's both big damage dealers hobbled in one round. they also gave themselves an extra turn, adding molly onto the field. and oh boy, molly.

here we see the utility martial fighter molly could have been. sam's confused by the low damage that molly's doing his first round but the damage isn't really the point of the attacks. that brand of tethering is far more important, as are taliesin keeping an eye on which reactions will support the nein and molly's second attack wasting scanlan's reaction. counterspell is off the table for the back half of round 2-beginning of round 3, which is important if fjord wants to get the heck out of dodge.

in case it wasn't obvious earlier in the match that the nein are absolutely gunning for scanlan, round 3 begins with beau's blitz against scanlan. fjord's luck against the dominate person balances out with scanlan's save against the stun and beau missing one attack. here, vm starts to get distracted. they chose their focus fire target, fjord, but now do not, arguably cannot, follow through on it. we'll never know what could have happened had vm said to hell with beau and molly in our faces, we have to finish fjord.

vax tries to retaliate against beau but here's where the cockroach starts to come into play. molly blood curses vax, which saves beau a full sneak attack+ worth of damage. it also utterly wastes vax's turn. fjord manages to escape (and damage pike while he's at it) and regroup where it's safe. scanlan tries to dimension door but fails due to the brand. literally any other move scanlan could try on the pair of them had a better chance of success. instead, another vm turn is lost. taliesin recognizes the importance of getting beau advantage and supports her at the cost of two of his attacks missing, but not before scanlan is forced to cutting words one of them. another potential counterspell and cutting words lost. neither jester or pike contribute significantly to this round; the nein have done so much damage to pike in three rounds that she is forced to heal herself while jester chooses to dimension door herself to the gem and only a low damage roll lets it evade her.

beau takes molly's setup and gets the critical scanlan stun. he loses his full round. fjord takes the opportunity molly provided him to polymorph into a t-rex, bringing him fully back into the fight. vm is really going to have a time and a half trying to finish him now unless they can put up a big single damage attack. jester builds on beau's setup by casting flame strike, whose dex save scanlan automatically fails. he goes down. if you're the nein, this is exactly where you want pike focused, on her team and not on yours. she has access to most of the same spells that jester has and the more you pressure her to focus on her team, the better. it's not wasting her turn, precisely, but it is controlling what she can reasonably do with it.

now we come to percy versus beau. i don't want to diminish the insane good luck beau had to take only 26 points of damage from six shots because what matters here is that percy absolutely could not down beau. period. her hit points were too high and after she took almost nothing from the first two shots, it should have been clear that she was going to get her turn and she would absolutely attempt to stun and down pike and scanlan. i'm not going to monday morning quarterback this fight but i will point out that the more rolls travis has to make to maintain concentration, the greater the chance he fails and you get to hit fjord's actual hit point pool and trade fjord for scanlan. and if you can get him before he can get back into the fray, even better.

beau stuns the gnomes and drops scanlan again. her inner cockroach rears its head once more as she negates more than half the damage on vax's critical hit sneak attack. fjord-rex downs scanlan and grapples pike. the stun on pike here really helps negate that high AC of hers. after scanlan's death, it's a long slow death spiral. vax abandons the fight in the next critical round in favor of keeping the gem instead of targeting fjord. percy attacks beau once more instead of fjord due to fjord dangling pike over lava. he starts to focus on fjord only to get distracted by jester. pike goes down but vax gets caught by beau before he can get her back up. and so it goes with vm losing turn after turn after turn until finally the nein poof percy out of existence and bring molly back. a fitting end for the team who started their final boss fight with eight and came out nine.

bottom line here, the vm team played like they had way more time than they actually did. they had to commit to a target and see it dead as fast as possible. they had to control the battlefield quickly and keep it. they didn't so they couldn't. aside from building on damage dealt, they couldn't create advantages or opportunities for each other nearly as effectively as nein did. all of these factors meant that the nein did what they always do: grind their enemies under heel.

#critical role #cr meta #critical role spoilers #vm vs m9 #vox machina vs mighty nein #d&d mechanics #vox machina #mighty nein #the mighty nein #cr spoilers #my meta #long post #don't let your opponents run circles around you kids #control the battlefield or the enemy will control you #teamwork makes the dream work

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