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munsonslove · 2 years

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Making Deals

(18+ only)

(part 2) • (part 3)

summary: Your friendship with Eddie has always been give and take. He drives you somewhere so you make out with him, he pays for lunch so you let him give you a hickey. It had always been over the clothes, until one day he decided to up the ante.

wordcount: 3.4k

tags/warnings: fem!sub!reader, softdom!perv!eddie, friends to lovers, smut, praise kink (good girl), degradation (use of slut & whore), use of pet names (princess, baby, sweetheart), thigh riding, no use of y/n

a/n: this might be a little rushed cause i really wanted to get this out tonight, specifically so that i could say that it’s my BIRTHDAY which means you legally have to say nice things to me. anyway i’m gonna go get drunk with friends now, enjoy!

Most of your friends assume you two are fucking. It’s understandable, given how Eddie speaks to you. Every conversation is an opportunity for innuendo. The two of you live inside your own little world, and what the people outside of that bubble don’t know is that it’s all a game. Every sly comment, wink, brush of the hand, and “trade off” is him daring you to give in. And although he definitely already knows the effect he has on you, if you were to admit how much you want him it would be forfeiting. So your friendship became a game of cat and mouse, always one-upping each other, always teetering on the edge of something more but never really crossing that line.

No one would believe that you and Eddie were just friends if they knew about what went on behind closed doors. Your friendship had accidentally become a series of give and take. Every time you want something from him- be it free drugs, borrowing something, a ride, a favor, etc.- he would request something in return. That ‘something’ is more often than not perverted. In the beginning, he would ask for innocent things, like kisses on cheeks or hugs, but since growing older (and hornier) his requests became much more debauched. Chaste pecks turned into timed make out sessions, or giving you a hickey, or starting a collection of your bras. One time he even wanted to spit in your mouth, and the memory of feeling his saliva violently hit the back of your throat as he stood towering over you still haunts you in the middle of the night when your hand is between your thighs. You started asking for things from Eddie that you didn’t even really want, all for the sole purpose of having an excuse to do something lewd with him.

That’s how you found yourself here, in the living room of Eddie’s trailer, holding up some random tape you took from his bedroom that you didn’t even read the name of, bargaining about what you’ll have to do to borrow it for the weekend. You expected the basic ‘make out with me for twenty minutes’ or ‘let me feel you up over your shirt’, but to your surprise, he took it a step further this time.

“You want me to do what?” you exclaimed, not believing what you heard.

“Show me your tits,” he says with a wave of his hand, like this was a completely normal request, as if he did nothing more than ask you to pass him a plate during dinner.

Sure, you had done a lot of sexual things with him in the past, but it all included having your clothes still on. Just the thought of disrobing yourself in front of Eddie had your mouth watering.

“Are you serious?” you ask, trying as best as you can to keep your face neutral and not betray how turned on the mere suggestion had you.

“As a heart attack,” he answered.

“That’s pretty expensive, just for a little tape,” you counter. “That’s like… ‘I want to borrow the van’ prices.”

He shrugs. “Well, the market’s changing sweetheart. Costs are going up.”

Feigning boldness, you drop the tape onto the couch and cross your arms in front of your torso before untucking your oversized t-shirt from your skirt and lifting it over your head, tossing onto him. It lands covering his head, and he quickly scrambles to remove the garment, not wanting to miss a second of the show. Underneath was a light blue cotton sports bra. It wasn’t the sexiest, but that didn’t stop the boy in front of you from wolf-whistling, bringing a light blush to your cheeks. Taking one final deep breath for confidence, you pull the remaining fabric off of you.

Holding the bra in one hand, now bare from the waist up, you bend over to pick back up the tape and smirk when you notice Eddie’s awestruck gaze locked onto your naked chest. Slipping the cassette into your bag hanging from the door handle, you move to redress yourself, but are abruptly stopped.

“Wait!” Eddie calls out frantically.

“A deals a deal,” you complain while rolling your eyes. “You had your show, feel lucky I actually took my top off instead of doing a quick little flash.”

“What do you want for me to touch them?” he asks, completely ignoring your previous statement.

This takes you completely by surprise. “Wh- what?” you stutter out.

He’d never initiated before, it was always you asking for a favor and him telling you what he wanted. On top of that, he always had a nonchalant air about him when he made these deals, like he couldn’t care less whether or not you let him bruise up your neck with his teeth. This eagerness wasn’t just rare, it was unheard of. And you feel a sense of pride when you wonder if this meant you had finally had the upper hand, at least for tonight.

“You heard me,” he responds, his eyes never leaving your body. He sticks out his tongue to wet his lips, and the action has you suddenly forgetting all about your want to be in control. “Whatever it is, name your price.”

“Um…” you start, thinking through all the possibilities. Truthfully, there wasn’t much more you wanted from your friend other than for him to mercilessly ravish you, but you couldn’t very well tell him that while remaining indifferent. So instead, you rake your brain trying to come up with anything that would seem like a semi-fair trade. “You have to be available to give me rides at any time for the rest of the week. And,” you interject, pointing your finger in his face directly between his eyes, “You have to let me play my music. Whatever I want, no complaining.”

“Mhm, for sure,” he mumbles, still distracted by your partial nudity. The fact he didn’t raise his brows and make a comment about how he’ll ‘give you a ride anytime you want, princess’ lets you know just how in deep he truly is. You suspect he would have agreed to anything.

“Ten minutes,” you add, as this was usually the point in which you two would work out the specifics of the deal. How long, what was off limits, that kind of thing.

“Thirty minutes,” he negotiates.

You’d let him feel you up for hours, if you were being honest with yourself. Imagining his calloused fingertips gliding against the soft supple flesh of your chest makes your thighs involuntarily squeeze together, but you refuse to let how desperate you are for him show. “Twenty,” you supply, and he seems pleased enough with this compromise.

He forgoes answering you aloud, and instead nods his head rapidly while raising his hands into the air and making grabby motions like a child. Stifling your laugh, you glance behind you to the wall clock and take note of the time.

“Okay, it’s 6:15 now,” you begin, “So when the big hand’s on the seven, your time is up.”

“Yup, uh huh, got it,” he says.

You hesitate for a moment until he gestures you over to himself, and you square your shoulders before taking a seat on his lap. Your skirt flares out as you perch yourself on top of him, and your legs are puzzle-pieced together with one of his thighs in between the both of yours. His hands tickle your side as they slowly trail up your waist, before settling just under the fat of your breasts. Holding your breath, you brace yourself for him to make his next move, and swallow a moan when his nails scratch up your skin, his fingers moving on either side of your nipples.

He massages your chest slowly, taking his time to savor the moment. After a while, his palms catch on your erect nipples, causing you to gasp, and his hands briefly lose contact so he can take them between his fingertips. He rubs the nubs between his thumb and index finger until you can no longer hold in any sounds and are a moaning mess.

“You like that, huh? You like me touching you like this?” he asks, though you can tell from his tone he doesn’t expect an answer. “God, you look good like this, tits out and sat on my lap. I can feel how warm you’re getting on my thigh, are you turned on baby?”

You ignore him. He already knows how wet he’s making you, so there’s no use in admitting it and making his head any bigger.

“Hey,” he whispers with a smirk, “For all the rules we like to come up with during our private time, we never actually said I could only touch you with my hands.”

Your eyes open and nearly bulge out of your head. “W- we didn’t?” The implications of his statement has your mind racing as your breathing stops in anticipation of his next moves.

“We didn’t,” he confirms, “and kissing is really just touching with your lips, wouldn’t you say?”

Taking your bottom lip between your teeth, you try your best to fake like you aren’t as affected as you are and feel his hands slip away from you as you shrug your shoulders stiffly. “I guess it is,” you mumble after swallowing down the saliva pooling in your mouth.

The gasp that escapes you when his pillowy lips first make contact with your perky nipple is impossible to resist. His masterful fingers stay massaging your left breast, while his mouth gives its full attention to your right. The gentle kitten licks he gives you just barely graze over the erect nub and you bite back a pathetic whine.

“E- Eds,” you breathe out with as much dignity as you can muster, “Don’t tease.”

“Aw, but you like it when I tease you,” he accuses, and you hate how much he’s right. “I can see it all over your face, I can see you squeezing your thighs together. Such a needy whore for me.”

You make a futile attempt to hide your embarrassment by covering your face, but Eddie is fast to pin your hands together behind your back, as if he knew what you were going to do before you did.

“Don’t hide yourself from me,” he orders, his voice full of dominance. “You look so beautiful right now, eyes all big, lips bitten. And fuck, such pretty tits,” he practically growls this last compliment. “I’m gonna mark ‘em up. You gonna let me, baby?”

His touch traveled back to your front after he pinned your hands behind your back, but you remained frozen. Your fingers found their way around your forearm and your nails dig into your skin as you gravelly moan out, “Yes.”

You yelp out as his teeth sink into your flesh. It wasn’t hard enough to break skin, but when he pulls off to give the same treatment on the opposite side you look down to see defined teeth marks on the top part of your breast, exactly where your cleavage would show in a low-cut shirt. You have a sneaking suspicion he did that on purpose. He bites you again, leaving a symmetrical mark, this time sucking the fat of your chest into his mouth a soothing over the sting with a lap of his tongue. Any pain you might have felt is overcome by pure lust, and although you know the bruises will be sore later you find yourself excited to feel that dull ache as a reminder.

“Fuck, princess, are you gonna cum?” he asks, his voice smug, “Go ahead, rub yourself on me, use me for what you need.”

Only when he says this do you realize you’re grinding on his thigh. Surprised by your own actions, you flinch back, and after looking down are humiliated to find that his pants have a dark patch of wetness where you sat. As you’re pushing away, scrambling to get off of him and apologize, he roughly grabs you by the waist and pulls you back to him, using his hold on you to rock you back and forth.

“And just where do you think you’re going? I didn’t say you could stop,” he laughs, “Times not up yet, babe.”

Glancing back up to the clock, you find the big hand hasn’t even reached the five, and you still have just over ten minutes to go.

“What’s wrong, afraid you won’t be able to hold it off? Afraid you’re gonna cum while riding my thigh like the good little slut you are?” he asks after you show your frustration by groaning. “Come on, I know you want it. Just let yourself have it.”

The worst part is that he’s right. But as much as you want nothing more than you finish while fucking yourself against thigh, you know he’ll be insufferable if you give in.

He starts to kiss up your collarbone. “Th- that’s not my chest! This definitely wasn’t a part of the deal!” you stutter out in protest, but he doesn’t let up even slightly.

You feel his lips stretch against the delicate skin of your neck as he smiles into you. “Funny,” whispers near your ear, “I don’t see you pulling away. You don’t want me to stop, do you princess?”

“No,” you answer truthfully without thinking, “But this wasn’t in the agreement!”

“Fuck the deal, fuck the agreement,” he curses out harshly, “You wanna cum, I know you do. You want to be my little slut. Let yourself feel good, princess.”

Any qualms you previously had about trying to hold onto any power had vanished without a trace. The only thing you could think of was how good it felt to grind your clit on his denim. Finally, you gave in and started humping his leg without restraint. You feel your climax rising in your belly, that tight coil ready to snap, when Eddie interrupts with a question you never expected to hear.

“What do you want for the panties you’re wearing?”

Your brain short circuits. “... Excuse me?”

“The underwear. That you have on right now,” he continues, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “What do you want for them?”

Your hips pause in your confusion, but his grip on your waist forces you to keep moving against him, your clit rubbing on the rough fabric of his jeans so sinfully. “I- you- you want… what?” you stutter, trying to decipher if this moment is even really happening or is just a wet dream.

“I know you heard me, princess. I’m getting impatient,” he growls into the dip between your breasts before kissing back up your chest. “I’m going to make you cum, and I’m going to keep these panties. So what do you want for them?”

“Uh, I uh… um,” you search your brain but come up empty. “Fuck, Eds. Just make me cum and they’re yours.”

He chuckles softly into the crook of your neck and says, “My pleasure.”

He starts rocking with you, and you throw your head back as you feel his hard cock rutting against your own thigh. This only gives him better access to your throat, which he happily abused with his teeth and tongue.

“There you go, princess,” he murmurs to you. “So fucking pretty, getting yourself off on me. Sound so good. Show me how good girls cum.” As he’s talking, you get the sense that he’s speaking without really thinking, like this is just a stream of consciousness.

“Come on, baby” he pleads, “I need to see how pretty you are cumming on top of me. Don’t you wanna be good for me?”

“I do!” you call out, your movements growing frantic.

“I know you do. Keep rubbing that perfect little cunt on my leg. Get those panties nice and dirty for me. You wanna know what I’m gonna do with them?”

You’d like to tell him that you don’t want to know. That he can keep his twisted perversions to himself. But deep down, you want to know more than anything. “Wh- what are you going to do?”

“I’m gonna stuff them in my mouth while I jerk off,” he answers shamelessly. “Then, when I’m close, I’m gonna rub them on my dick til I cum right in the crotch. Then I’m gonna make you wear them when we’re around our friends, so you can feel the dry crust whenever you walk or shift, and you’ll know that you have a little bit of me right between your legs. Just like I know you so desperately crave.”

The picture he’s painting has you shuddering, and you feel your orgasm rushing toward you full speed. But, you still feel the need to act defiant. “And what if I don’t have any more ‘trade-off’s that I want to do? How are you gonna get me to wear them after you defile them?”

“Oh, you’re gonna do it,” he laughs again, this time more heartily, “Because you’re a fucking slut, and you want to be defiled by me.”

With this, he bites down where your neck meets your clavicle hard enough to bruise, and sucks sharply, clearly trying to leave a sizable and very much hard to conceal hickey. As you feel his wet, hot tongue flatten against your skin, you cry out in pleasure and spasm against him. Your orgasm is more intense than you would have guessed, given that he never actually made direct contact with your pussy. The waves of electricity rocket through you

With shaky legs, you brace yourself on his shoulders and stand up, your knees almost giving out when you try to put your full weight on them. He quickly reaches out for your waist to steady you and lend support, and you show your gratitude with a squeeze of your hand.

“You good?” he asks, and any trace of smugness you expected to hear in his voice is absent, substituted by pure adoration and care.

“Mhm,” you confirm with a hum, untrusting of your own voice to not break.

“You did so good. So good for me,” he says, so low you barely heard it. “You were so perfect. You are so perfect.”

And despite the fact that you didn’t think it’d be possible for more blood to flow to your face, you feel your cheeks warm with his compliments. With your hands still using his shoulders for balance, his hold on you loosens as they trail down past the hem of your skirt before traveling back up, lifting the garment until his fingertips meet the cotton of your panties.

“A deal’s a deal, right princess?” he asks, his voice unsure.

You nod and let go of him to take the bottom of your skirt, holding it up by your belly button. He hooks his fingers into the elastic of your underwear and starts to pull them down, but your arousal has the crotch clinging to your lips, and you turn your head in humiliation as you feel how he has to literally peel the fabric off of you. When you finally feel the cool air of the room on your hot center, you hear how Eddie breath gets stuck in his throat. He offers you support once more as you bend your knees and raise your leg, allowing him to slip his prize off of your body.

Now that they’re in his hands and you can see them fully, you realize just how much of a mess you made on him. The panties were completely soaked through, and the section of his pants around his thigh is stained darker with your wetness. However, his sizable hard-on making a tent in his jeans and straining against the zipper is enough to calm your worries.

He stands up next to you, and you side step to give him space. Your stomach flutters as you watch him lift the dirty panties to his face before inhaling deeply, and although this act is incredibly vulgar, you can't help the intense wave of arousal it brings to your already dripping cunt. You want nothing more than to just drop this game and be able to have him whenever you want, and even though you know he feels the same, your stubbornness is too severe. He tucks the dirty underwear into his back pocket and winks at you.

“Well,” he laughs, “I’m for sure looking forward to the next time you wanna borrow something, baby.”

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krahk · 19 days

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Blood for Ruin

Part 1 : Part 2 : Part 3

Alastor x OFC/Reader (no use of Y/N)

Part Four

(Or, Alastor Learns Hell Hath No Fury…you know the rest)

18+ Minors DNE, Smuttempt below.

Alastor and you had come to a respectable agreement in a considerably quick amount of time given the fact that the two of you were hesitant to even speak to one another. He still had free reign, his excuse being that he had already navigated Hell for nearly a century virtually unscathed and was immensely powerful. He also brought up that it was just unsafe for any women to be wandering around Hell in general. All the unscrupulous, unsavoury, and demented sinners loved to continue their victim count in the underworld. You were a target simply because of your gender. And gentlemen did not let women they knew walk straight into danger. He mentioned that was partially the reason Nifty stuck around him so long. He provided a safe area for her to be herself without being exploited due to her very strange mind. His concern for the little woman was touching, since you had assumed he had no good bone in his body.

You, however, would stick around the hotel mostly, but you were not limited to just your room as Alastor had first suggested. You would also be able to leave, but Alastor would be your chaperone. Having him around almost guaranteed distance from other sinners due to their fear of the Radio Demon. You could also leave with Husk, but only locally, and he would call for Alastor immediately if you would try anything funny. Alastor had told Husk about your attack and used your trauma as a reason for your constant babysitting. He wasn’t pleased about his new duties, but he certainly couldn’t refuse the Overlord.

And for a couple of weeks, this arrangement worked just fine for you. You didn’t suddenly need to leave the hotel a bunch, you preferred staying in anyway. Part of it was still just that you were still freshly dead, didn’t have to work, and there were enough things around this old building that needed attention. You started reorganising the library as a job, remembering that the state of it was less than desirable. It was still a mess, and currently it felt as if you were trying to polish a turd making it look presentable. Charlie’s father was arriving soon, called as a last resort to help her with the hotel. Pressure was on this morning, since the woman was clearly trying to work through some emotional baggage waiting regarding her father. Taking a step back and realising there really was no chance, you just wrote ‘Women’s bathroom’ on a piece of paper and fingers crossed the Devil was a gentleman. As you were sticking the paper on one of the double doors into the room, Angel walked by and barked out a laugh.

”You really think that’s gonna keep the man out, toots? Props for trying I guess.” Ending with a wink. You chuckled back in return, explaining your reason. ”I mean, he doesn’t really need to check every room out, but what if he’s a total perv? I know lots of powerful men that are totally into that shit! Overlords, even. Right Smiles?” Angel had directly that last statement to Alastor, who had come up from behind him and was now looking at your sign, perplexed. He waved his fingers and your sign turned into a shiny gold placard, and raised an eyebrow looking to your face for a reaction. You smiled at the sign, and nodded your head in his direction.

“Quite right to keep him out of as many rooms as possible, my dear. Fabulous idea indeed.” Oh yes, let us let him think you did this for an actual reason, and not because you get distracted trying to fix whatever Dewey Decimal system they were using in Hell. The three of you heard Charlie call for everyone to come into the foyer to wait, and you and Angel walked side by side talking about what you thought Lucifer might be like.

“Well, he’s supposed to be God’s favourite, and beautiful - like the Morningstar, so he has to be hot as fuck!”

”Mama warned me that Satan would be attractive, but since he’s not Satan and life doesn’t make any sense anymore, I figure she meant the Devil. Charlie’s gorgeous so I wouldn’t be surprised.” You stated. Angel was nodding while pursing his lips.

“Charlie’s mother is some kinda bombshell though, a total dime. I’ve never seen her but I do believe you gotta be to keep the Devil occupied.” He winked at you again, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive manner. “Don’t be a pig, Angel, try to keep that under control for the time being.”

”Hey, Fat Nuggets and I have more in common than you know, girl.” Both of you laughed at his remark, and suddenly, Charlie interrupted your little chat-

“Okay Everyone! It’s Showtime!” Opening the door to Lucifer Morningstar. The Devil.

You blasted off your confetti cannon at the same time as Husk, welcoming him to the foyer. Alastor stood alongside Charlie and it was clear from his facial expressions he was unimpressed. Like, so obvious. Eventually Charlie introduced him to everyone in the group, ending on you, where Lucifer had grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth to politely put a kiss to the back of it, much to your surprise. You smiled in return, while he made a remark about how cute some sinners could be. Eyes darting to Alastor, it was evident that he was seething about the special attention. Putting your hand back to your side, you thanked him for the compliment and allowed Charlie to attempt to continue her tour.

However a chandelier disaster had surprised you all, and it broke Lucifer out into song. You could see where Charlie got it from.

See this part of hell you would never understand. Occasionally, people would just break out into song, like a musical. It was generally entertaining, but as a spectator sometimes you were unsure what to do. You could all hear the music, so this was something that happened with intention. Still did not make sense overall. Alastor had taken over Lucifer’s song and as it spiralled out of control swapping between the two men, you hunkered over to the wall to enjoy the show. Before long, an interloper broke in and took charge over the song. It was a female sinner, and it was clear that she and Alastor had history together.

Always one to keep to a strict schedule, Alastor reminded Charlie of the tour as he redirected the new addition. The two of them, along with Vaggie and Lucifer went their own way. You joined Angel at the bar with Alastors friend, Mimzy, and were swept up in her storytelling of Alastors history before and beginning in hell. You could tell that Husk and Mimzy had some of their own history, and it was not good. Suddenly, the main doors were busting against the frame, with yelling for the new demon coming from outside, and they had the entire building shaking. Very quickly, things went very downhill, but you were quickly pulled aside with a shadowy tendril and placed at the very back of the room, the tendril blocking you in with whatever furniture had become askew.

Of course. You were a liability. But he couldn’t very well instruct you out loud to stay safe, things were still on the down low. Like buried 20 feet deep down low. You peeked over the edge of a table that had been placed in front of you to watch the fight go down. Alastor had become…evil, to put it simply. Charlie was holding rage in at her fathers words, Vaggie was checking on staff. Pentious was running for his own eggboys to find cover. Truly never a dull moment here. You sat down and pushed yourself to the wall, hitting it with your back and pulling your knees up to your chest, holding them to you with your arms.

Almost as quick as it came, the noise was silenced. Clearly Alastor had promptly dealt with the threat, coming out a winner, and was correct about his capabilities regarding avoiding injuries. You stood up, and made eye contact with the Radio Demon, the slightest nod in approval coming from him. You climbed over the makeshift blockade, and headed towards the front door to join Angel and Husk outside. Charlie and her father had walked past you, Charlie clearly upset with him. You could tell another song was coming out, very personal this time, so you were eager to get a good distance away from it.

As you approached him, Angel had a sly smirk and a raised brow at you. “What's that look for?” You inquired, on the defence to his judgement.

”Well don’t you look fresh and clean as ever - don’t think I didn’t catch Smiles over there keeping you sa~fe.”

You scoffed in return. “Alastor is just a gentleman, he knows I’m an absolute klutz, remember how I busted myself up looking for you that one night? And then again when I missed the last step of the stairs and ate shit on my chin?” You were gesturing like a mad woman, hoping your quick and reasonable response would be believed. You only received a sceptical look in return. “Yea, I dunno if he’s that kind of a gentleman, doll. He generally doesn’t give a shit if any of us hurt ourselves. Look at Nif!” You didn’t have to look at the demon to know she was probably up to something no good.

“Nifty likes getting into trouble, and especially loves pain-“, “I love pain!” She interjected with a menacing laugh afterwards. “See! She’s a big fan. He’s simply a gentleman.” But Husk gave you a very sceptical look. He was suspicious.

“Keeping the fairer sex safe has always been a gentleman’s priority, Angel Dust. And this one in particular does like to get herself into trouble. I could not possibly allow any of our staff to be exposed to danger unwillingly.” He said, agreeing with your statement.

“You didn’t seem to give a shit about Mimzy, though.” Husk said, giving the taller demon a look with attitude.

Alastor hummed briefly, “Mimzy is more than capable of handling herself, Husker - I know her to be very capable of keeping herself safe. Why, it was why she came here! I am well known to take care of those who need help.” The look he gave the bartender was one of contention. The tension between the two was strong, and you and Angel were simply unwilling spectators in this battle. “Yea, but not without an exchange - you don’t do shit for free, everyone knows that too.” Alastors eyes thinned at him, and Husk shut his mouth after that, but it was clear he thought he had made a point before Alastor had turned on his chipper Radio persona to reply.

“I enjoy keeping people on their toes! It is a good way to keep the boredom at bay. Hah-hah!”

You breathed a small sigh of relief, avoiding eye contact from any of the men around you entirely. You watched as Lucifer gave Charlie a firm hug and left. The girl looked pleased as she informed Vaggie that they would be meeting in Heaven for a meeting. Hopefully things would continue to go her way.

Angel would simply not drop it though, just as you thought you and Alastor had made it out of the woods, he just started all over. “You got a thing for her, Smiles? You stare at her a lot too, don’t think I don’t catch ya all the time. Ya gotta crush?” Oh, Angel was just a couple drinks in already. Damn his weak constitution for strong liquor. The room became chilly, and Alastor went on a polite-ish tirade- “How dare you insult me with the notion of ever feeling anything for this pathetic creature other than pity. She is incapable of keeping herself out of trouble, but since Charlie seems quite fond of her it would do me no good to have her worry over this little doe. She is exactly as she appears - weak, scared, and lacking any form of self preservation. It is clear why she came to hell as a doe, because she is no better than basic prey. Think before you decide to insult me again.” Mmmkay. Not polite-ish at all.

“Ex-cuse me?!” You exclaimed, defensive. “You’re also a deer!” Ah yes great, what a good comeback. He sneered at you - “My appearance is laced with irony, my dear. You fulfilled your position on earth for what you are. I was simply cursed with my appearance as punishment. This is, after all, hell.” You made a few noises as interjection, but your face was beginning to burn with embarrassment. Alastor quickly turned away, obviously to avoid anyone getting a good look at his face flushing, announcing he needed to get up to his radio tower to be on time for his evening broadcast. “Such good news to be announced! I simply cannot leave anyone waiting for me!” And he swiftly disappeared into his shadows, leaving the 3 of you sitting at the bar amidst the mess. You jumped to your feet off the stool and did a little stomp and noise of frustration.

“How fucking dare him I- I swear, I’m gonna…UGH.” You grabbed your hair on either side of your head before running your hands down your face.

“What toots, what could you even do to him? He’s like, super spooky. And strong, you heard that broad earlier. He basically eats overlords for breakfast. Guess it’s easy bein’ a dick down here if you got no weaknesses.” Angel said, putting his glass on the counter and getting up himself to head upstairs.

Then it clicked. Oh-ho-ho. But he did have a weakness. A great big weakness. What a shame if someone were to abuse their power while said dick was perhaps engaged in something important…like being on the air. You laughed darkly, smiling wide. Pathetic, eh? Well, you could get him to your level. And it would be so easy, too. You turned on your heel and ran past Angel to the stairs, shouting goodnight to the lingering bodies in the foyer. You had a date with a broadcast.

Once upstairs you locked the door, and triple checked it was shut. You turned out most of the lights and turned on the warmest lamp for ambiance. Angel was always getting free PR from all sorts of businesses, most of them involved in the sex trade. And many of the free items were designed for people with a different set of sex organs than him. For some reason, about half of Hell thought Angel Dust was a girl, confused about the chest fluff. So not long ago Angel had ‘gifted’, i.e ‘ dumped’ a load of different vibrators and dildos your way.’No point lettin’em go to waste doll face!’ He had said, laughing at your red face once you had realised what he had given you. You had promptly thrown the box of intimidating items under your bed while he was trying to convince you rubbing one out was good for the soul. Something about ‘loving yourself’ being a very important step in redemption. Most nights, he was like a very annoying older brother who only made inappropriate jokes at your expense.

But tonight, oh-hoh, that box was coming out of the dark. You rifled through the objects, startled by some of the more…complicated items. Some had 2 wands, or curvy bits, some had 3 - all very intimidating. Your hand had landed on a smaller box, one with an easy to grab handle and a white rubber circle on one side at the end. You put the batteries in it, turning it on. Confused, since all your vibrators were pretty plain in the overworld, you put your hand to the white rubber. Oh! Ooohh~~.

Suction. Good god, hell thought of everything filthy, now hadn’t it? But already, just the thought of using it made you squish your legs together. You put it down on the bed. Everything needed to be perfect. You turned the radio in your room on, Alastors broadcast filling the silence. It was a musical interlude at this moment, which was perfect because you could assume he was just ignoring the little moment of arousal that passed through you just then. Putting the box and all of the more advanced items back under the bed, you stripped down and threw yourself under the covers.

Usually a date with yourself was a little more spontaneous. And not for such a vengeful reason, either. But the thought of getting him back like this, him knowing how you felt and what you were probably doing, the effect it would have on him was invigorating. And there was nothing he could do about it, either, he was not one to skip a broadcast. His ego simply wouldn’t allow it. You didn’t focus on the many ways that this could (would) blow up in your face. You were a little too excited in more ways than one now.

You started with feather touches on your clavicle, using the allusion of a faint hand being someone else’s to spark the match. You grazed over your breasts, lightly pulling on a nipple and bringing it to a peak. You put your fingers in your mouth, and pinched your nipple again, blowing cold air on it, resulting in a full body of goosebumps. By this time, Alastor was back on the air.

”Well was that not a swell piece of music? From a better time, I say! Now, focusing more on today’s great news of a meeting with the higher ups in heaven-“

Your fingers had drifted down your stomach to below your waistline and further. Small circles were being drawn on your upper thigh, heading in a spiral down to your core. You could feel how puffy you were getting, radiating heat under the blankets, and a finger rubbing over your slit bringing wetness up to your clit was clear that you were more turned on than usual. It had been a while, after all.

“-Morningstar is a…determined young lady-“ You inserted a finger, “*cough* how can we not follow in her stead? Give redemption a chance and-“ a second, only to come out and rub around your clit in a slow and steady circle. You had turned the little vibrator on at this point, bringing it down to your throbbing heat. “Come down to the …t-to the Hazbin Hotel! We’ve - hng -“

He lost his words just as soon as you had placed the little rubber ring around your clit, the strong sucking sensation making your hips jerk up from the over-stimulation immediately. You were certainly more sensitive in your new form over all, but sweet baby Jesus the sensations you were feeling were so strong you lost your breath.

As did Alastor. He coughed again, the noise coming out strong on the radio. “Apologies, listeners! It appears as if …as if our broadcast is having a diff-‘“ he took a haggard breath as you could feel the pressure building rapidly. This was accelerating far quicker than you had imagined. The toy was so strong that you didn’t even remember what the goal was anymore, it didn’t matter. Your arousal was hot and burning and it took over your mind entirely. You were matching Alastor's ragged breaths, his static taking over his voice in an attempt to cover his strange broadcast.

You were building up, up, up, until finally the dam from your little toy broke your walls down into a strong, powerful orgasm. Strongest one you have ever had. Your cunt was clenching, clit protesting at the continued abuse it was taking from the little rubber circle. You rode it out, lowering the speed as your jerking began to subside. You turned off the machine and just laid in the bed with arms at either side of your body. you could feel your wetness trailing down, surely leaving a patch of shame on your sheets.

Moments after your release, the static faded from the radio, with Alastor announcing “It appears as if we’ve had some interruption with our signal, save your ears for other nights, listeners!” Before ending the show abruptly with an upbeat jazzy instrumental. It wasn’t long before you heard a loud slam of something from the room right across the hall before you chuckled at your payback, dozing off to sleep. Best part, you thought as you were fading into slumber, was that he most certainly kept his smile through that entire ordeal. Payback can be a bitch.

And she was coming for you soon.

You wanted to play dirty? He could play dirty. You would need to be reminded not to mess with the Radio Demon…

Alastor was furious. Livid, he had thrown a few pieces of furniture into the swampy marsh within his room. How dare you compromise his show that way. To do something that…lewd as he was on the air? How very dare her. If you weren’t so intrinsically linked to his livelihood, he would skin you alive. He generally kept his mind off of such carnal pleasures, considering them a waste of time and energy - what was the point, anyway? One could not procreate in Hell as a sinner, so there was no reason why one should engage in sexual activities. That was what he thought for himself, anyway. And it had worked for him for nearly a century. Decades over the amount that you had been alive overworld! Seething, he shredded one of his sitting chairs, the stuffing shooting out of the claw marks. His antlers were proudly massive, body big, but his pants still had evidence of younterference with his night.

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Already Gone || MV1 {3}

Pairing: Max Verstappen x spy!fem!reader Summary: Max learns more truths about you and he is faced with a tough decision Warnings: criminal activities, angst, panic attack WC: 2.2k

F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four

The handcuffs had been traded for cable ties that were far more irritating on your wrists, and far harder to escape from. The hours had passed by painfully slowly from where you lay on the cold concrete floor of the empty room you had been shoved into.

Every once in a while you would hear Max’s voice raise in anger before a door slammed and he would disappear once again.

It was the waiting that was the worst. Perhaps it would have been easier if they had just handed you over to the police, at least then you knew what to expect. But this waiting for the unknown to occur left you exhausted.

You didn’t even have the energy to sit up when the door creaked open, though you should have tried if you were to come up with an escape plan. Not even the narrow window, that was out of your reach, let in enough light to see where they were keeping you. The only way out was the door.

“You must be freezing,” Max said quietly as he unzipped his jacket and shrugged it off to drape it over your body.

It smelled like his cologne and held his warmth. “Why are you being nice to me?”

“Because I’m a fucking idiot apparently.”

You chuckled at his misplaced humour and sat up, hugging your knees to your chest for warmth as you pulled his jacket around you the best you could. “Y/N,” you murmured as you rested your chin on your knees and watched him lean against the doorway. “That’s my name.”

His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Is that meant to make everything better?”

“No,” you sighed and closed your eyes. “I just don’t want there to be any more lies between us.”

“Not us, you,” he corrected. “I never lied to you.” He looked out the door before stepping inside and closing it behind him, his finger flipping the light switch on the wall. You knew just how thin the door was but it gave him the semblance of privacy as he slid down the wall and mirrored your position. “Why did you do this? Why me?”

You couldn’t look at him as his broken voice became a weapon that cleaved deep into your chest. But you owed him the truth, it was the least you could do.

“Because I was paid to. It was just a job. It was meant to be just a job.” You fell silent as he absorbed the truth. “I fucked it up when I, when I fell for you.”

He swallowed deeply at the admission and it only seemed to hurt him more as his eyes turned down to his fidgeting hands. “Who hired you?”

“Does it matter?” You shrugged and tested the strength of the cable ties again, the plastic cutting into your wrists enough to almost draw blood before you gave up. “What’s done is done.”

“Of course it matters.”

You looked up from the thin crease dented on your wrists and pinned him with a stare he held. “Even if sharing that information could get me killed?”

A flash of concern caught you by surprise before he shut down and laughed instead. “That’s a bit dramatic.”

“Is it?” You challenged him with an arched eyebrow. “Why does your boss have his own little black site? Why not hand me over to the police and let them investigate it? I’ll tell you, Max. Because this is a billion dollar business we are talking about and every team that wants to win has played dirty to get there.”

“Bullshit.”

It was your turn to laugh at his nativity but it turned to a wince as the bitter smile split your swollen lip. “My employer would kill me to protect their investment without losing a wink of sleep. They’ve already threatened me for taking too long to finish things.”

You tenderly wiped the blood away with the back of your but more quickly welled at the cut as Max pushed himself up and left the room.

“Here, let me,” he said softly as he returned and knelt in front of you with a damp cloth. “Just don’t break my nose.”

A snort escaped before you could stop it and his lips twitched as he fought back a smile. The moment didn’t last as you pushed his hand away and took the cloth yourself.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Max.”

He sat back on his heels and his shoulders slumped. “I think we are past that.”

You nodded because there wasn’t anything you could say to that. You had done more than hurt him, you had broken his trust and that would take longer to fix than a simple broken heart.

“I know I have no right to ask for a favour,” you started and flinched when he pinned you with a stare that agreed wholeheartedly. “Can you take Achilles when I’m gone?”

He crossed his arms as he looked down his nose at you. “Where do you think you are going?”

You pushed off the ground and paced the room as the walls suddenly felt narrower with your impending fate. “People like me don’t go to jail, Max. We disappear by choice or…not by choice. Either way, I don’t want him being abandoned again. Just please say you’ll take him. Please, Max?”

Your chest was aching and you rubbed furiously at the sensation you hadn’t felt since you were a child. Your breaths were rapid and shallow, your vision dimming as you slid down the wall furthest from him as he took a step closer. “Please…”

Max took another step, his hand reaching for you as you looked up with tears in your eyes. He stopped himself before he could touch you, his hand falling limp at his side and he nodded before backing away to the door. “I’ll take care of him.”

The snap of the bolt locking the door behind him snapped you from the panic that had gripped your lungs and it took a moment to remember you weren’t young and defenceless anymore. You had survived greater odds before and you would do it again.

Ten Minutes Earlier “What happens now?” Max asked Christian who was sitting with Brett and two other men he didn’t recognise, one nursing a bloody broken nose beneath an ice pack.

“We find out who she really is and who employed her,” Brett answered as he typed on your laptop, lines of code filling the screen as he tried to access the hard drive.

Max looked at Christian, ignoring the man who was clearly employed to be more than just a chauffeur. “You knew and you didn’t tell me.”

“Look, Max, it’s not that simple,” Christian said as he stood and guided Max away from the others. “We started to suspect someone was stealing information at the start of the season but we didn’t know who.”

“What made you think it was her?” he asked, mentally running through every moment of your relationship as he tried to see the signs. All he saw were the memories of a happy couple in love.

“She never wanted the publicity, she had access to our building-”

“I invited her, she never asked,” Max interjected.

“She played you. She’s still playing you. I’m sorry but it’s not the first time this has happened. We run serious background checks on every employee for this very reason.” Christian ran a hand down his tired face and mumbled, “Now we need to add significant others to the list too.”

“Fuck,” Brett growled as failed yet again to break through the firewall. “This is taking too long.”

“We don’t have time, videos of what happened at the train station are already going viral,” Christian stated coldly. “We need to know who she is. Max, go and talk to her, see what you can get her to disclose.”

“What the fuck? I’m not James Bond. Just call the police, isn’t that their job?”

Christian scratched his beard nervously. “Strictly speaking, it’s best for everyone if they aren’t involved. I’m sure you can understand how bad that would be for the sport.”

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Brett broke the silence as Max sat alone with his head in his hands. He had relayed every piece of information he knew about you and it had been enough to identify you.“Parents unknown, bounced around a dozen foster homes before ageing out of the system and then nothing. No social media presence, no bank accounts, nada. She’s a ghost.”

Max’s head had snapped up as he remembered the tears in your eyes when you begged him to take Achilles. “She’s an orphan.”

He had witnessed your panic attack at the thought of the kitten being abandoned. He may not have known what was real and what wasn’t in your relationship but his gut told him the fear for the kitten’s safety certainly was. Or, maybe it was what the kitten represented - another little creature left to fend for itself.

The rage he had been holding within receded at what he realised and he regretted leaving you in that state. His father had instilled into his very core that Verstappen’s do not give up. But that was what he had done when he left the room you were all but caged in.

“Makes sense, no one would care if her work finally caught up with her,” Brett shrugged callously and Max’s hands turned to fists.

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked as he stood to his full height and Christian stood up too.

“Nothing, he didn’t mean anything,” the principal said calmly after sending a glare Brett’s way. “Why don’t you take a walk and get some air?”

Max narrowed his eyes at Brett’s back before heading to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge on his way outside where the chilly night air cooled his burning cheeks. The moonless night meant the stars were all that illuminated the sky and not even the glow of the city on the horizon could dim their lights twinkling above.

These were the nights you would beg him to go for a ride on your Harley, holding him tightly as he took the mountain roads to the peaks. When he parked at the top you would throw your arms up in the air as if you could pluck one right out of the sky and make a wish. He had never seen anything more beautiful than the smile that came with those midnight rides.

“What the fuck are am I doing?” he asked himself as he slipped back inside.

“What are you doing?” Christian asked as Max sauntered through the living room and towards the door with the large deadbolt attached.

“Pretty sure even prisoners get food and water,” Max snapped as he continued on his way. You were still where he had left you, only now the tears had dried on your cheeks. “I thought you might be hungry.”

He took a seat in front of you and placed the plate of food on the floor before reaching under his shirt. “Don't make a sound,” he warned as pulled out a steak knife that had been tucked into his belt. You held back a hiss of pain as the cable ties bit into your wrists but the pressure released when they snapped apart with one last cut.

Max stared at the angry lines on your skin but this time he couldn’t stop himself from taking hold of your hand and brushing his thumb over the marks. “You have to go, Y/N,” he said as he stood up and reached the window to open it as wide as it could go.

You couldn’t breathe for a moment as you heard your real name on his lips, the sound so sweet you wished you could hear it again. “Why?” you asked when you recovered and rubbed at your wrists before pulling his jacket on properly.

“Because I have to believe it wasn’t all a lie, liefje.” He cupped your face in his hand and stared into your soul as he searched your eyes for the truth. “But maybe I’m just making another mistake.”

You caught his hand before he could pull it back and you tipped your cheek into the warmth, savouring the roughness of the calluses on his palm. “This would be easier if it was all a lie, but it wasn’t. I didn’t know love until I knew you.”

You sighed and dropped his hand before the threat of tears stole your vision. His hands gripped your waist and he lifted you up to the window sill, helping keep you steady as you took a seat on it.

“You need to hit me,” he said with a thick lilt in his accent. “Make it believable.”

“Never change,” you whispered as you leaned down and indulged in his kiss one last time. Salt invaded your taste as the tears broke free and his eyes closed as he deepened the kiss and waited for the pain to come.

You couldn’t hurt him, not after all you had done already.

He didn’t notice your fingers tightening from where they had clung to his collar. He didn’t fight your hands climbing the thick column of his throat or feel his consciousness fading as you blocked the blood flowing to his head and he slipped down the wall to sleep for a few minutes while you disappeared into the night.

“I love you, Max.”

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mvrtaiswriting · 2 years

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Hello, I really like your work and this event seems promising so can i request the prompt 11 with Ace please?

Ace x prompt 11: their entire body freezing for a second when their love kisses them.

hi, I'm so glad you enjoy my work and I hope you'll like this piece too! <3 i love my firey boy, he deserves all the love, all the happiness, ALL THE BEST *sobs*.

gender neutral! spoiler free although marine ford is mentioned. ace is loved and a clumsy mess.

feel free to reblog, like, and leave a comment. i would very much appreciate it. if you enjoy my works, click here to read more or buy me a coffee.- from this event.

After confessing your love for each other during the Marineford battle, things between you and Ace changed. He knew he loved you the very first time the two of you met - and seeing you join Pop's crew felt like a dream come true. He watched you grow into the furious, brave pirate you were now, ready to die for him. But everything that happened after that did not leave enough room for you to talk it out.

Although he hoped his crew would come to the rescue, a part of Ace wished you'd just let him go, accept his destiny and move on with your life. He spent all his imprisonment days relieving the best memories he had with the crew, with Pops - and with you; he missed your laugh, he even missed the way you would annoy him all the time. You managed to surprise him every day; you were his little miracle, the best thing that ever happened to him. The thought of not being able to stay by your side anymore was what scared him the most - not death, not the long agony he was experiencing. No pain could have compared to losing you.

So when he saw you there, in the middle of the battlefield right next to his brother, drenched in sweat and blood, his heart was about to betray him - skipping a beat just right were he needed it the most. Your vision was just angelic, despite all the injuries and dirt your body was covered with.

"Please don't die." you screamed, rivers of tears streaming down your face; you were ready to flip the world upside down for him, nothing would have stopped you.

Running towards him, you threw your body against his, wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tight, hiding your head in his chest. One of your hands wondered towards his hair as you burst into tears, feeling his skin on yours once again. "Damn it, I love you." you sobbed, holding him closer. He kissed your head in response, holding you tight in his embrace before jumping and avoiding the enemy's attack, moving both of you to a safest place.

"Let's get out of here." he winked at you, before joining the rest of his friends in the battle, finally able to fight.

When the two of you returned to your ship, everything was different. What happened has shaken everyone's soul more than anything else - you caused an historical event just to save Ace, becoming one of the most wanted pirates. The ship had to be updated, the crews needed to be rearranged, and most importantly all of you needed to rest, to recover. And this took a while, months - for some, even years. The battle revealed traitors and showed who the weakest ring of the chain were; both of these things needed to be addressed. Some chose to stay, others chose to go train on a certain island, others more just left. There was no time to discuss feelings. You were just grateful Ace made it out alive.

Until one night, months after the Marineford battle, Ace joined you on the crow's nest. Knowing it was your favourite spot, he silently sat next to you.

"Mh?" you asked, welcoming him with a timid smile. He shrugged in response, resting his head on your shoulder. Lightly stretching your arm, you gently placed your hand on his cheek, your thumb delicately caressing his warm skin.

"Thank you for saving me." he mumbled, leaving a kiss on the palm of your hand. "And.." he tried to continue, taking a deep breath as it could help him find the right words.

"I love you too." he finally admitted, almost whispering. "I kn- I know I should have said it before - actually months ago, but -" he said anxiously, speaking faster than usual.

Hearing this words paralysed you. You were starting to accept that he just didn't reciprocate, and although it hurt there was too much going on around you to grieve a love that never existed in the first place. You could still hear Ace mumbling some excuses, but you weren't listening - you were stil overwhelmed by his confession, his voice felt so distant, almost muffled.

When you finally snapped to your senses again, you simply changed position so that you could now face him. Taking a minute to appreciate just how beautiful - and logorrheic - he looked under the moonlight, you leaned towards him to press a soft kiss on his lips, finally shushing him and his no-sense.

For a brief moment, Ace did not reciprocate. He swore he could feel his brain completely melting causing his body to freeze and not respond to any command. It wasn't until a little flame escaped his fingertips that he realised what was happening. A little, guilty laugh escaped his lips before he pulled you closer to him, his hands drifting to your hips as he helped you sitting on his lap. His lips met yours again in an hungry, hasty kiss.

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aralezinspace · 11 months

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Masquerade II

~Part 1~

A/N: requested by several folks, behold the result of teasing Dream at a masquerade ball- 5K of banter and filth! 🤩Hope y'all enjoy, comments feed my soul <3 tagging @fangirlmary

Warnings: smut (they get kinda rough wink)

~~Masterlist~~ ~~Current WIPs~~~

Morpheus carried us back to the Dreaming in a whirlwind of sand. The minute our feet hit the floor of the throne room, I was the one pressed against a cool pillar of stone, with Dream so close he filled nearly my entire field of vision. One of his hands remained latched onto my waist while the other scrabbled at my wrists, holding them in an iron grip and pinning them to the pillar above my head. My breath caught in my throat and a rush of heat swept through me to settle in my throbbing core. I could see every sparkle in the corners of his eyes.

Morpheus slid his nose behind my ear, inhaling deeply while his teeth scraped at my jawbone. I shivered at his closeness; there was no way he didn’t feel the goosebumps pebble my flesh beneath his fingers. He was one or two teasing moments away from completely losing control, and then there would be no stopping him from having me however he wanted- which just so happened to be what I wanted. Once that steel grip on his composure shattered, there was no going back until he was sated. One had to either buckle down and weather the storm, or hang on and go for the ride.

His mouth attacked my neck with abandon, kissing and sucking and biting around the silver chain of my necklace. His tongue laved over the indents left by his teeth; I knew my neck would be a watercolor painting of reds and purples by the time he was done. I gasped and tilted my head back, felt Dream’s smug chuckle against my skin. I cried out and my knees buckled at a particularly hard bite, his hand around my wrists holding up most of my weight.

“Exhausted already darling?” he taunted with more than a hint of arrogance. His grip around my wrists became even tighter- I knew there’d be a bruise. “Well we can’t have that. Perhaps you should take a seat.”

Another stream of sand swirled around us, and we were up on the dais of his throne. Dream lowered me into the seat with an easy, graceful strength that was beyond arousing, my wrists still firmly held in his hand and pressed almost uncomfortably into my abdomen. His cloak trailed down the stairs behind him. The soft glow from the flames at the edge made him look like the first sliver of night creeping out of the sunset. Once I was fully seated, my skirts fanning out to the floor in a waterfall of shimmering blue and silver, his hand slid up from my waist to the curve of my breast. His touch left fire in its wake as he traced where it swelled over the neckline of my gown. My chest heaved with every breath, pressing my breast even more firmly into his hand.

“Such exquisite beauty,” he murmured, his voice scratchy with lust. I swallowed hard and leaned forward, pushing back against his hold so that my fingers could brush over the bulge in the void of his trousers and give the tiniest squeeze. Pinpricks of silver burned in the center of his eyes and a soft snarl of warning ripped out of his throat. He may have been closer to the point of no return than I thought. The corner of my lips lifted up in a tiny smirk.

I decided to press my luck. I flowed to my feet and used his hold on me against him- I turned the two of us and used my momentum and body weight to push him down onto his throne. He huffed on impact, a sound that I eagerly swallowed in a demanding kiss. He freed my wrists and his hands sank into my hips like claws. He yanked, and I stumbled closer to the throne, my hands bracing on the back of it, caging his head between my arms. At the same time, Dream had slid himself forward to the edge of the seat, slotting one of my legs perfectly between his.

With an almost feral groan, he jerked his hips towards me, trying to get whatever friction he could against my leg. His eyes fluttered shut, and his pink lips gaped just slightly as he ground into my thigh. The layers of mist-like skirt bunched up more and more with each thrust. His breath came in harsh gasps, catching in his throat when he felt my hands in his hair, alternating between smoothing strokes and insistent tugs. Dream nipped at my chin in retaliation, so I just tugged a little harder. Two could play at that game.

I splayed my hands across his chest, the material of his shirt smooth and warm beneath my palms. He leaned back at my gentle insistence, letting his head tilt back to reveal his neck. I licked my lips without really thinking about it- I wanted to bite and mark that flawless marble skin, tease him with lips and tongue and teeth until the proud king begged for mercy… but there would be time for that later. I nudged his legs apart with mine and stepped closer.

“You seem terribly tense, my lord,” I cooed with a teasing smile, my hands braced on his thighs as I slowly sank down to my knees before him. My dress flowed behind me like a snowdrift flecked with silver and gold, shimmering in the moonlight of the throne room. My knees complained at the contact with the stone floor, even through layers of my skirt. I saw Dream’s eyes go even wider, grow even darker, saw his long fingers tense and clench around the armrests. The red and silver pigments in the corners of his eyes shimmered and added even more depth to the black hole of his gaze. Oh yes, he was definitely into this.

“Please,” I dangled the word temptingly in front of him. It was an insistent plea, almost an order thinly veiled with politeness, as my hands slid up his legs to the waistband of his trousers. “Allow me.” I held his gaze as my fingers slipped under the waistband and unfastened it. The slide of the void silk against the stone sent a shiver down my spine, and Dream’s ferally wrecked expression made my cunt positively ache.

Still holding his gaze with mine, I reached into his pants and gently took his cock in my hand, not moving, just letting it rest in my grasp and soak in the warmth of my skin. The tiniest choked moan slipped out of his mouth; I could tell he was trying to hold back, trying to appear aloof, trying to convince the both of us that he was unaffected by my teasing. “No need to be quiet,” I purred, “Let me hear how good it feels.”

I let go and slowly brought my fingers up to my mouth. I gave him a smoldering look through my eyelashes as I made a show of putting each one in my mouth and wrapping my tongue around them to spread the wetness. He barely breathed the whole time, but a strained groan slipped past his control. I raised an eyebrow and continued to suck on my fingers. He frowned and groaned again, louder and more gravelly. I smiled at him in praise and released my fingers.

I gave his cock a few slow, even strokes. I can only imagine how the contrast of my warm and wet fingers, and the cold metal of my rings felt on his skin. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, the muscles and tendons in his neck standing out above the high collar of his shirt.

His ragged breathing and clenched hands moved me to take some pity on my poor husband. I quirked a brow at him with a teasing smile and lowered my head, taking just the tip of him into my mouth.

Morpheus growled out a single word in a language I couldn’t understand, but the vehemence behind it told me it was probably something profane. It echoed and rumbled through the whole room like thunder. I chuckled low in my throat- I had earned my moment of pride, and I was just getting started. I wanted him to lose every last shred of control he had, to see the high and mighty façade he had to maintain in the presence of other rulers come crashing down.

I took a bit more of him into my mouth and picked up a gentle, sensual pace, alternating between sucking and swirling my tongue around flesh that felt like steel covered in the finest silk. My teeth lightly scraped over the shaft and I felt a hand snake into my hair and grip tightly, completely ruining the intricate style it had been pinned into. Between his ragged gasps I heard the small, staccato clatter of bobby pins falling to the floor.

His grip in my hair was punishing, and my scalp burned with a sharp pain that had me breathing as deep as I could around his cock in my mouth. When I couldn’t stand the burn in my lungs, I pulled off to nuzzle and kiss the patch of exposed inner thigh. I breathed deeply through my nose, inhaling his scent of musk and stardust, leaving traces of my shimmering makeup on his skin.

I gave the base of his cock little kitten licks while I recovered my breath. A small, impatient noise came from above me, and the grip on my hair once again turned insistent and demanding. I giggled at how needy he was. I’d never hear the Dream Lord beg with words, but he always made his wishes known in other ways, and made it clear he would not be denied.

He gave my hair another tug, harsher this time, a snarl working its way out of him. I looked up and laughed again, an indulgent, purring sound. His eyes were positively blazing, caught between arousal, adoration, and anger at being denied. So, besotted and frustrated. Perfect.

I took him in my mouth again, and there was no teasing this time. I knew exactly what he liked, how to bring him to the peak and make him fall over- or pull him away from the ledge. I took as much of him as I could, gagging slightly as I swallowed around the thick shaft. His wanton groan barely registered; I was too busy concentrating on his other tells- the tiniest hints his body gave that he was close. The slight twitches of his thighs, the erratic pulsing of his cock, the words that forced themselves out from behind his teeth, the clenching of his hand in my hair.

“That’s it darling,” he rasped imperiously, a king finally getting what he wanted after indulging his subject’s impishness. Just a little bit more…

I slowed my pace, letting him slide slow and slick out of my mouth. Morpheus almost choked on his groan of arousal and aggravation. I swirled my tongue around the head once more and left a feather light kiss on the slit for good measure before letting his cock slip completely from my mouth, red and dripping. He shivered at the sudden cold air on his heated flesh, and his cock twitched, as if begging me to come back. I gave him a smug, daring smile.

Morpheus surged to his feet, faster than a striking viper. In the same moment, he practically hauled me to my feet by my hair, the even sharper pain wrenching a cry from my lips. His other hand immediately had my neck in its grasp, squeezing threateningly. I choked on my next breath, a startled gasp slipping past my lips. Hiss-like breaths came in and out of his nose at a frighteningly even pace. Thunder rumbled ominously, somehow confined to the throne room. The shadows crept in, surrounded him, the flames at the base of his cloak glowing even brighter. He was the burning center of a black hole.

Oh fuck he was angry. Oh fuck I was in trouble. Oh fuck it was HOT.

His eyes bored into mine as he drew close enough for me to feel his cock pressing into my abdomen, impossibly hot and hard. “Is teasing what you wish for, my star?” I didn’t hear his strained and rumbling growl so much as felt it land on my lips, felt it resonate inside me. Ancient and eldritch with all the gravity of a collapsing star.

I squeaked in surprise as he shoved me almost contemptuously onto the throne. My head was spinning from the mix of fear and arousal- I knew Morpheus wouldn’t hurt me, I knew I was safe with him, but every time we played rough, I was reminded of just who he was, what he was, the power he had at his command.

And every time I had that realization, it shook me to the core. Now I knew how early humans felt in the presence of forces they couldn’t control, or even begin to understand. Incredibly small, vulnerable, adrift.

With a wave of his hand, my wrists were bound to the armrests with lengths of black silk, the ends fused with the stone rather than tied off. I struggled and strained against them, tiny whimpers bubbling out of my lips. There was no way I was getting out of them, and there would definitely be a mark.

Morpheus stalked toward me, his form barely distinguishable from the shadows that darkened the room. Wind gusted around us, the light from the flames of his cloak casting the angles of his face into flickering darkness. This was the Nightmare King, the most inhumanly terrifying and awe-inspiring creature any mind could comprehend.

And I held his full attention, I was the focal point of all his rage.

I barely breathed as he towered over me. With an imperious flick of his hand, the skirts of my gown vanished into mist and stardust and flecks of ice along with my cape, leaving me with just the bodice and my jewelry. A tiny noise slipped out as my burning and aching core made contact with the cold stone beneath me. He braced his hands on my thighs, nails too sharp to be human leaving indents. Shit he wasn’t playing.

“Then… you shall have it, in abundance.”

In one fluid motion, a tidal wave of darkness, my hips were yanked up and forward, straining my bound arms, and Morpheus dropped to his knees to bury his mouth between my legs.

I shrieked from the ferocity with which he attacked my core. His tongue moved sinuously inside me, his teeth scraped at my clit, I could feel his deep, heavy grunts against my flesh. It felt so good it hurt. It hurt so much it felt delicious.

I caught the smug glow of his silver and black eyes as my head fell back, thumping against the back of the throne. My desperate moans and cries bounced and echoed around the room, the vaulted ceiling above me somewhat hazy like a mirage. Lightning was coursing through my entire body. My fingers gripped the armrests tight enough to crack my nails against the stone even as my arms strained against the silk that held them captive. At the rate he was going, I was going to come almost embarrassingly fast.

Just when that bliss was two or three quick flicks of his tongue away, Morpheus stopped, just breathing against my core for a few painful seconds that seemed to last forever. His breaths bathed my clit in ghostly heat, and a shiver wracked my body from my head to my toes. I panted for breath and swallowed hard around a frustrated groan. “Fuck-” I choked.

Morpheus chuckled- deep in his chest, just a little sadistic. “Something wrong?” he taunted in a low purr. His eyes left my face in favor of staring at my core, watching another pearl of wetness slip out and stain the seat of his throne. The man knew just what his voice did to me, and I could practically see the gears turning in his mind.

“Dream-” Whatever words I was planning on attempting to get out morphed into another groan of rapturous agony. His mouth was back on me, licking and sucking and nibbling and mumbling words into my core in a language I couldn’t understand. His words vibrated with power, his voice rippled through me and my legs started to tremble. My cries became watery and almost desperate, I was so close-

When he pulled away again I screamed, an almost primal sound of frustration. “Fuck!” My arms were shaking, my lips dry and chapped from trying to suck as much air into my lungs as I could. He had promised me teasing in abundance, but this was starting to edge towards cruelty.

Dream’s eyes flitted back to my face. He gave me a positively shit-eating grin while biting into my thigh, worrying the flesh between his teeth. It was feral, almost monstrous, the red and silver around his eyes were blood and moonlight. I wanted to bite and kiss that stupid grin off his stupid face. I wanted to prostrate myself at his feet.

“Yes, my love?” He released the bit of my thigh he had been sucking on to watch the skin turn red, a low rumble of desire shivering through the base of the throne. I panted to catch my breath and swallowed hard, using those few seconds to try coming up with something witty to say, but my mind was in a haze of darkness and lust and silver mist. I could only glare half-heartedly at him.

Dream laughed again, full throated and somewhat mocking, which only made me glare harder and struggle more against the restraints. I felt the burn of tears behind my eyes, felt my glare lose its strength as my lips wobbled. Slowly, carefully, he stood and gently caressed my cheek, a sharp contrast to only moments ago. I let out a shaky sigh and leaned into his touch. “Shall I take pity on my dear wife?”

I willed myself to meet his gaze- his eyes were still bottomless pits, but there was a warmth and a softness to them that hadn’t been there a moment ago. He was checking in, making sure I was okay. I chuckled, the sound carrying just a hint of contempt. I had almost reached my limit, but was in no way ready to concede.

I swallowed hard and gave him a playful grin, baring my teeth with a little nod. “I thought you were just getting started.” Dream’s eyes lost all their warmth and once again hardened into unfeeling obsidian at my answer. The hand at my cheek wound into my hair and became demanding as he bent over to kiss me. I sat up as far as I could, as far as the restraints would allow without me hurting my arms or shoulders. He devoured my mouth with his, I could taste myself on his tongue as it claimed every crevice.

His other hand slipped between my legs, and I whimpered when two fingers lightly brushed over my entrance. “You’re positively dripping, my dear,” he crooned into my mouth. I moaned again, breathy and pleading. One of those fingers drifted upward to tap on my clit, the touch soft as a falling feather. I squeaked and jerked into his hand, drawing another self-satisfied chuckle out of him.

“Now now, my love,” he chided darkly, letting his fingers slip back to my entrance. His voice lowered even more as he murmured in my ear, “It is time for you to reap what you have sown.”

His fingers slammed deep inside me without any warning. I writhed and jerked away with a sharp cry. I sucked a breath in through my teeth only for it to come right back out as another shout when those glorious fingers stroked that one spot deep inside me that set my entire body alight.

His strokes were fast and hard, quickly fanning the flames of my lust back to a raging inferno. The underside of my skin positively burned; I was surprised there wasn’t smoke leaking out of my pores. My hips jerked and twitched to meet his movements, I could feel his bottomless eyes piercing all the way to the center of my being.

He quickly worked me back to that peak. My breaths were shallow and fast, most punctuated with a pathetic cry. I felt a tear leak out of my eye. Dream’s hand was still tangled in my hair, and his thumb immediately wiped away the little drop. “That’s it,” he rasped, “Just take it. You are so beautiful like this…”

I screamed as his fingers once again found the spot that had me seeing stars. “Dear Go- fuck!”

“Try again.” It was a command, a warning. Dream’s fingers immediately stopped, plunging into me one last time and spreading my walls. He held completely still, waiting for me to comply. I could feel my inner walls fluttering, trying to clamp together, but Dream’s incredibly strong fingers firmly held back the tide.

I breathed as deeply as I could, swallowing a few times as I prayed for my voice not to crack pathetically. I willed my tears back, tried to still my limbs that shook with pleasure and frustration. Did I concede, or test the waters one more time…

I moved my hips in a single, tentative thrust against his fingers. With a scoff, Dream yanked his hand away from my core. I wailed in despair.

Morpheus quirked a brow at me as he licked my essence from his fingers, still waiting for me to comply with his order. I moaned, my pelvis jerking towards him as if he were the pied piper and I was under his spell. “Do not keep your king waiting.” His words were taunting, but I could feel the edge of anger and threat under them against my skin.

A tiny noise of surrender slipped out before I could stop it. “Morpheus,” I whimpered, “Please…”

“Please what?” he goaded knowingly. His eyes lost some of their coldness; he apparently had had enough of the teasing and tormenting as well.

I gulped. My voice was trembling and watery. “Please let me come…”

A satisfied smile spread across his face, except this one was devoid of his previous arrogance and coldness. He pressed his lips to mine in a languid, sensual kiss. “Of course, my dear,” he purred slowly.

Another whirlwind of sand, gentler this time, and we were in our bedroom. Our clothes had vanished in transit; all that remained was the color around Dream’s eyes, and my opal and moonstone necklace. The night sky of our room made the jewels gleam, the stars reflected in Morpheus’ eyes.

I was surprised to find Dream laid out beneath me, his hands gently massaging the swells of flesh at my hips. A hint of that kingly arrogance was dancing around his face again, at the corner of his lips that were twitched up in a devious smirk. “I said you could come,” he goaded, “I never said I would be the one to make it so.”

Strong hands guided me up onto my knees then lowered me onto his cock. My face scrunched up as a cry wrenched itself out of me and mingled with Dream’s raspy groan. “Now then…” he bucked his hips into me and commanded in a low breath, “Make yourself come on my cock.”

“Fuck-” the one word was a breathy gasp as I started to move. My cunt was almost numb from the pleasure, but still ached for release. Dream still had a death grip on my hips; I could already see bruises forming from earlier. My fingers clenched in the sheets, drawing my eye to the red and purple marks on my wrists from his hands and the silk restraints. I shuddered, Dream moaned loudly as I clenched around him. My necklace moved and writhed with me, the opal catching the light and reflecting it back in small, pale rainbows.

I moved my hips faster, ground down harder. I could feel sweat beading on my forehead and pooling in my cleavage. I panted out one breathy gasp after another, my eyes began to flutter shut. Dream reached one hand up to drag his nails down my back while the other tightly held my chin between thumb and forefinger. He growled, “Look at me my love.”

My eyes shot open, and I almost came then and there.

Dream was staring at me as if he had never seen something so wondrous in all his eons of existence. He looked absolutely wrecked, eyes blown wide, hair even more mussed than usual, the shimmer around his eyes just starting to smudge. His kiss-reddened lips were parted just slightly in awe. The tendons in his neck stood out sharp and tense, while the muscles of his abdomen rippled as he continued to lightly thrust into me.

And holy hell, his eyes. Deeper than the furthest reaches of the universe, black not as in void of all color, but rather containing every color of the world mixed together. I couldn’t look away, even when he started to take some control back and urge me to move faster.

I choked, “God- Dream!” and bit my lip to keep back the sounds I didn’t have breath for. Even still, a few squeaks slipped out as I got closer and closer to the bliss that I had been so cruelly denied for most of the evening.

When that nova of ecstasy finally exploded and shattered, I screamed so loudly I was sure I wouldn’t have a voice the next day. Dream kept thrusting up into me throughout the most intense orgasm I can recall having, so strong that my limbs shook uncontrollably and I let out garbled wails as the pleasure began to ebb, leaving caramel-like warmth in its place.

I collapsed on top of him, my arms and legs too numb to hold me up. Dream pressed kisses to every inch of my face he could reach, whispering praises in my ear. His knowing hands gently kneaded into my ass for a moment before tensing into claws, holding me in an unshakeable grip. I felt him throb deep inside me, he groaned as my walls fluttered weakly around him.

Using that inhuman strength and grace of his, along with some of the residual roughness from before, he flipped us and hovered over me. My boneless body sank into the mattress, and my eyes started to flutter shut again. My mind was fuzzy, floating far above the Dreaming on the softest of clouds. “Just a little more, my love,” he murmured in my ear as he wrapped my arms around his neck.

He started to move again. I screamed, high and watery, a few tears squeezing themselves out of my tightly shut eyes. Dream pressed himself impossibly close; I couldn’t tell where he began and I ended. He grunted in my ear, the sound slightly muffled by the sheets. I wanted to thrash and writhe into and away from the sensations that were well past the line of too much, but my still-fuzzy mind rendered my body capable of only small jerks and twitches.

I whimpered pathetically, his every thrust burning and tingling and numbing. He pounded into me with bruising force- I was in the heart of the storm, only capable of holding on for the ride. My arms trembled and shook as I dug my nails into his back, holding on for dear life. Dream let out a ragged gasp as my nails began to slide down his sweat-slicked skin, biting and sucking yet another mark into my already mottled neck.

Morpheus screamed as he came, and the entire palace shuddered from the strength of his release. I weakly writhed and thrashed when I felt the flood of heat inside me. Dream sank down atop me for a moment before he slipped out and rolled over to his side. I turned my head to stare at him, and even that small motion took most of the strength I had left. As I stared at him, a giggle bubbled past my lips: he looked thoroughly satiated, almost glowing, and would have been staring at me with complete adoration and wonder were it not for the tiny, arrogant smirk pulling at the corner of his swollen lips. The red pigment on the outer corners of his eyes had smudged, leaving faint streaks across his temples.

I quickly licked my thumb and wiped the streaks away, and somehow there was still some color trapped in the creases near his eyes. He let out a soft hum at my touch and let his eyes flutter shut for just a moment. Before I could let my hand flop back onto the mattress, Dream took its weight in his fingers and brushed his lips over my knuckles. I shivered as a thrill of heat flashed through me; those courtly romantic gestures always got me.

We laid there for a long while, just breathing in time with each other and ghosting our fingers across each other’s skin. Dream briefly touched the opal and moonstone necklace I still wore and murmured, “This suits you, my love.”

I replied with a chuckle, “I should hope so, you’re the one who made it.” As my mind drifted off, I giggled again and murmured, “Cluracan should host masquerade balls more often.” I bit my bottom lip, trying to stem the exhausted, somewhat delirious laughter bubbling inside me, but it was no use.

Dream thought for a moment about my words before sighing in exasperation, but not without a smile. He gave me a look, which only made me giggle harder. Rolling his eyes, he gathered me into his arms and let me adjust our limbs until I was comfortable. I felt the gentle caress of fine sand grains on my temple, and as my heavy eyes closed, I heard Dream murmur, “Sleep well, my star. You win this time.”

#The Sandman #The Sandman fanfic #Morpheus x reader #Dream of the endless x reader #Morpheus fanfic

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jamespotterthefirst · 10 months

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Wonderstruck (1/3)

Book: Open Heart (AU)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey and MC (Lilac Allende)

Word Count: 1.7K

Rating/Warning: T/ Some Language

Summary: As a hopeful med student, she sneaks into a masquerade-themed gala hoping to meet one of the greatest minds of her time, Dr. Naveen Banerji. However, fate has different plans.

Note: Inspired by Enchanted (Taylor's Version) 💜

“Act normal… Don't make eye contact… Pretend like you belong…”

Lilac whispered the words in a rhythm meant to ease her accelerated pulse. She was certain the words were above a whisper but the echo of conversation and the music echoing through the massive hall drowned them out. Still, she shuffled on her feet, sweaty palms running down the front of her gown.

“Dr. Anker?”

Lilac didn’t react for a long beat, forgetting that was supposed to be her tonight.

“Dr. Anker? Are you—”

“Yes,” Lilac returned, her voice sounding almost like a squeak. She paused to collect herself. “Yes. That's me. Do you need to see my invitation?”

The invitation weighed like a stone in her clutch. It was written in golden script and addressed to the distinguished Dr. Maria Anker. Lilac was neither distinguished nor Maria Anker. She was not even a doctor yet and wouldn't be for another three years— given that she didn’t burn out before then.

The real Dr. Anker had shown no interest in attending the event when she received the invitation, even scoffing when her sharp blue eyes landed on the theme that year: masquerade. After sharply critiquing the frivolity of the affair, Dr. Anker pushed the elegant envelope to her research assistant. She eagerly accepted it, having every intention of attending the event… only to discover it was on the same night as the house party she had been looking forward to all semester.

So the research assistant passed the invite off to her roommate, Lilac.

“No way! With my luck, I'll get caught,” Lilac had said resolutely.

“You won't! And even if they do bust you, what are they going to do? Crashing a party isn’t illegal last time I checked.” Her roommate and friend Anna was not one to be dissuaded easily.

“They could expel me.”

“Then don't get caught.”

“Easy for you to say. You'll be partying it up with Aaron.”

“We'll be doing more than that if things go my way,” her roommate returned with a wink. “I can't force you but my vote is that you should go. One of the greatest medical minds will be there. You practically worship Dr. Banerji.”

This gave Lilac pause.

“Come on, Lil! Doctor Naveen Banerji is coming to UCLA! How often does that happen? He's no Dr. Ramsey, but it'd still be amazing to meet him, don't you think?”

Back in the present, the attendant shook his head. “That won't be necessary, doctor. Follow me.”

They entered the gilded ballroom, its opulence hitting Lilac with so much force that she couldn't help but feel awestruck. Everywhere she looked, her sight caught on something that sparkled: gowns made of the finest fabrics, jewelry encrusted masks, perfect smiles. Lilac was thankful for the ridiculous theme and the mask covering her own face as a result. She was convinced that without it, her expression would have been a dead giveaway.

“Your seat, Doctor,” the attendant said, pulling out a chair at a magnificently ornate table.

Lilac halted, blinking stupidly at the chair. For some reason, she thought she'd be led into the multitude of respected guests, free to get lost in their midst. Assigned seating at a table full of Dr. Anker's colleagues— colleagues who would definitely know she was not Maria Anker— was the last thing from her mind when she concocted her stupid plan.

“Dr. Anker?” the attendant prompted, growing more concerned by the second.

“I…”

Lilac swayed on her heeled feet, eyes fixated on the cushioned chair as though it were an animal ready to attack her. A few guests already sat at the table… including a pair of doctors chatting and laughing quietly. One of them playfully swatted the other’s arm.

“You are terrible, Naveen,” she admonished, though her laugh ruined the effect.

“You know I always was one for hospital gossip, Linda.”

Naveen.

That had to be the world famous Dr. Naveen Banerji. Now that Lilac took a closer look, she could see the resemblance to the numerous pictures she’d seen in her textbooks. Though tonight he wore a silver mask for the occasion, a kind gaze still glittered from its depths. Lilac was downright staring, but luckily for her, the famous physician paid her no attention.

“Are you alright, Doctor?” the poor attendant tried again.

This time, Lilac's response died at her throat.

Someone else at that table watched her intently, gaze sinking into her with slight interest and something else... Mortified as she was, rendered imobile like a deer in headlights, Lilac was unable to tell what that something else was. A white mask covered most of his face but his eyes still pierced her like steel.

“I need the—,” she began, neck hot, but her plea for the bathroom was cut short as a clatter of plates crashed against the floor.

Several things happened all at once like an explosion. More plates crashed against the marble tiles, followed by something heavier. Guests gasped and cried out in surprise. Someone pushed past Lilac to get a closer look. And someone else shouted—

“Give her space!”

Instinct kicked in and before Lilac knew it, she was on her knees beside a woman not much older than she was. The jewel encrusted mask the woman wore clattered to the floor, clashing against the shards or broken ceramic and remnants of lobster. In her desperate struggle to breathe, she clutched Lilac's skirt.

“It's okay,” Lilac reassured her as pandemonium broke out around them. The woman clasped Lilac's hand tightly. “I'm here to help you.”

Another figure knelt beside them—stronger, wider, and much more imposing. Large hands moved with an authority that almost made Lilac shrivel into herself. Nevertheless, she remained still, clasping the gasping woman's hand.

“... Accelerated heartbeat, difficulty breathing… ” he was saying. It was the same white-masked man who was studying her only seconds before. His voice was a low baritone, like the rattle of thunder. Piercing blue eyes—bluer than any Lilac had seen before— assessed the woman in precious nanoseconds. Abruptly, he turned over his shoulder to bark at the onlookers. “Goddammit! A room full of doctors and no one thinks to call 911? You—” he pointed at a stunned man nearby. “Do it. Now!”

The man scrambled to obey, fishing his cell phone out of his pocket.

“And you—” he said, turning his attention forward. With a stab of pure shock, Lilac realized he was talking to her. “Either help or move out of the way.”

“I am helping,” she returned angrily, surprising even herself.

The man's eyes moved down to where Lilac still held the patient's hand steadily. Her eyes followed his, feeling a wave of shame settle at the pit of her stomach. This domineering and steely man didn't need to say anything for Lilac to read his disapproval and disdain.

Whoever this asshole was, he thought Lilac was ridiculous for holding a suffering woman's hand. That much was clear in that sharp gaze glinting from behind the mask. It made her blood sizzle with anger. Before she could give him a piece of her mind, however, Lilac noticed the angry, red splotches spreading over the woman's arms.

“Hives,” she whispered.

Then her eyes fell on the ruins of the dinner plates. Lobster—or a form of shellfish— littered the floor. The woman had to have been allergic.

“Anaphylactic shock,” Lilac said at the same time as the asshole in the white mask.

The woman's breaths became shorter.

Someone handed White Mask a purse. Without a moment to waste, he dumped its contents on the floor.

“Dammit! It's not here. Where is her—”

At the same time, Lilac reached into her own purse. Anna's bee allergy and Lilac's paranoid and over-preparedness had prompted her to always carry an—

“Epipen! I have one!” Lilac shouted, already removing the cap. “Hold still, miss—”

Before she could say another word or make another movement, White-Masked Asshole snatched the epipen from her hands and swiftly injected it. There was no more opportunity to see what happened next or to unleash her indignation at the man because someone moved Lilac out of the way.

It was an EMT, working diligently to reach the patient. The white-masked man spoke to the paramedic as they loaded the woman onto a gurney. As Lilac's heartbeat clamored against her ribcage, she backed away, the severity of the situation settling in.

Her plan had been to sneak into a luxurious party full of the greatest medical minds and… Do what, exactly? Fangirl over Naveen Banerji from afar like a creep? And now, things had taken a sharp turn into fucked up.

The best course of action was to abort the mission altogether.

It was just her luck that she bumped into someone as she tried to inconspicuously back away.

“Oh! Sorry, it was my—”

“It's quite alright,” a kind voice responded. “You'll have to forgive me. I get clumsier with age.”

Shocked, Lilac realized it was Dr. Banerji. His brown eyes glittered with recognition, too.

“You did well, Doctor,” he said in a kind voice.

Lilac did not reply, stunned into silence.

Dr. Banerji nodded toward the woman the paramedics now wheeled away. “Your bedside manner tells me your patients are lucky to have you.”

And with that, he continued on to join the white-masked man.

Lilac blinked out of her daze, more determined than ever to get the hell out of there. At least now, she could die happy because one of the greatest doctors in the world complimented her. Granted, he erroneously believed she was a doctor… But she'd still count this as a victory.

Feet protesting in her heels, she hurried through a pair of French doors…

Only to find herself on a balcony overlooking the gardens. Beautiful as the view was, it was decidedly not an exit.

“Mierda,” she cursed. “¿Por qué? ¿Por qué todo me pasa a mi?”

She'd have to rush back inside and make a beeline for any other door—

Except when she whirled around, a tall, broad-shouldered figure blocked her path.

“Who are you?”

It was the white-masked man, standing at the threshold with his arms crossed. Though he was shrouded in shadows, she could feel the weight of his scrutinizing gaze on her. He waited quiten impatiently for her to reply.

“I—”

He shook his head.

“And you can stop pretending to be Dr. Maria Anker. I know her personally and you are not her. So tell me—”

He moved a step closer.

“Who the hell are you?”

Note: That's your future wife!

Hope you enjoyed this! Part 2 will be up soon, I hope!

Thank you so much for reading!

#ethan ramsey #open heart #ethan x mc #playchoices

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forgwater · 2 years

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The NRC students should be bringing you offerings for your service in keeping Rook away from them

(I need a shorter title) part 3 part 2 part 1 part 4 part 5 Valentine's Day (but it's August) Valentine’s Day (and it is Valentine’s Day!)

gender neutral reader

warnings: this is not that serious, crack

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romantic

The wind is blowing softly against your skin. The sky is clear, as are your intentions of coaxing your dear, sweet boyfriend out of his hiding.

And as you press the record button on your phone, you begin:

"Day 3 of convincing my boyfriend to come out of the foliage." a small smile graces your features as you fidget slightly with your bracelet.

What ever shall you do today, that will make your plan succeed?

A sigh leaves your lips as you lower your head slightly-

WHOOSH

An arrow flies past you, entering the trunk of the tree next to you. A piece of paper attached to it.

You take hold of the fragile piece and begin reading it. 'What is it that saddens you so, mon ange?' Awww, how considerate! You only looked half sad for a slip second and he's already noticed! What a doting boyfriend!

You smile softly and address the underbrush:

"I don't really know what to do today to grab your attention away from... your extracurricular activities." you admit.

And just as you finish your sentence, your dear hunter is next to you, bringing you into a hug, then speaking:

"You don't have to do anything, mon amour." he winks. "I already have my eyes on you at all times."

Don't you have the best boyfriend in the world? It would seem you have succeeded in your plans, even though you didn't really plan anything.

platonic (great arch-nemesis)

The phone from Crowley is long gone. Yuu has finally thrown it away... into a crowd of students... while screaming 'YEET!'. Nevertheless the NRC students were very confused... especially the one that got hit with the phone... he had to go to the nurse's office. Somehow Yuu didn't get sued.

Now the prefect has a new second-hand phone, curtesy of Leona for keeping Rook as far away from him as possible. A good deal on both sides.

After setting their new phone in a safe place for recording, the prefect begins their speech:

"Day 3 of trying to hunt the school hunter." the prefect pauses for a moment. "They really just let anybody into this school, huh?"

Silent footsteps approach, but Yuu is fast enough, as they turn around to see their mortal enemy: Rook Hunt.

The man in question jerks back for a moment, eyes slightly wide, before his usual expression returns and he grins... as he brings his bow and arrow ready to fire.

'Point-blanc range, huh.' the prefect thinks. They quickly bring one of their knifes out and aim it at the hunters head.

With eyes narrowed, both of them get ready to launch their attacks when-

"Can you do this somewhere else?!" comes and annoyed growl from NRC's own lion-man.

"Oh?" Rook muses, before putting all of his attention on him. "Roi de lion! What a nice surprise!" and with that the hunter starts heading towards him, the prefect long forgotten.

"Fuck." is all Leona can say as he makes a quick beeline for wherever the hell he can. All the while Rook is following his every step.

"Hey!" the prefect protests as they, too start following the two. "We aren't finished here, Hunt!" but the hunter only glances at them, before returning his sights on a nice would-be coat.

But not before sending Yuu a triumphant smirk.

And the prefect stops dead in their tracks: "I'm coming for you! You blond bastard!" a faint "Hurry up!" could be heard from the distance, no doubt the elusive would-be coat... maybe Rook should consider a rug. No! A bed throw!

And as the prefect turns to leave they mutter in the hunters direction one last time: "I'll put your hat on a spike, I swear I will!"

bonus

Yuu and you are sitting outside of the Ramshackle. The two of you decided to have a nice, relaxing few hours drinking tea and eating some appetizers at the iron table with matching chairs in the yard.

The rust covering them has been cleaned off... for the most part.

As you glance around all you can think of is that Crowley really should've let Yuu buy those goats. They would've eaten all the overgrown grass in no time! What a cheapskate of a crow, that headmage is!

As you glance at the prefect you both nod in agreement. You should unite forces and hunt down the headmage. He deserves it.

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panda-writes-kpop · 1 year

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Egyptologist! JiU - Oh. My. Ra!

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! Hope you're well. 💖 I'd like to dedicate this to the talented and lovely @dark-night-insomniac 🫶 Thank you for being so supportive of me. I love all of your comments and reblogs! Your writing is stellar as well, and I'm always looking forward to what you write next. 🥹

TW: Mention of dead bodies (brief), JiU is as cheesy as ever <3, supernatural themes, mummies, an animated corpse, slight horror themes(?), loosely based on Moonknight in the Marvel Universe

Summary: Being on a digsite in Egypt with your lover has its ups and downs. The 'up' is that you're near JiU, and the 'down' is that you find out a very unique quirk that JiU has via an attack on your digsite.

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"Can you hand me the shovel?"

"Why, you got a body to bury?" You joke before gently handing JiU the shovel.

"No, my love, but we may have a body to uncover here."

"JiU-ah, do you have to call me that in front of our co-workers?" You mutter as you become visibly embarrassed.

"Oh, so you don't want me to call you sweet names?" She looks up from the dig site for a moment as you shake your head.

"That's not what I meant-"

"Good, dearest, because I want to call you every name under the moon and stars as long as you're mine." JiU winks, and you fail to hold back a squeal.

"Ah, you're so embarrassing to be around, JiU!" You huff as she chuckles before turning back to the dig site.

"I could use a hand, Y/N, if you're not too busy being flustered."

"I'm on it!" You call out before grabbing the last shovel and joining JiU in digging.

Although Egypt wasn't your dream destination for a getaway with your lover, you had to make do with what your job required of you. Besides, that's how you and JiU met in the first place.

"Hey, fresh meat, get over here!" Your new boss hollers at you and a much younger, much more idealistic version of yourself run towards them.

"Yes?"

"You're gonna be with her until I figure out what to do with you." The boss points at a woman in the distance before slapping you on the back.

"Are you going to introduce me to-" You look back to see that your boss is already gone. "Okay, I guess I'm on my own for this one."

You take a deep breath, but your nerves fail to settle as you try to navigate toward the woman that was pointed out to you. A million possibilities go through your head, and almost all of them end with her hating your guts until the end of time.

As you carefully approach the dig site, you do your best not to scare the woman as you wave to get her attention. Her pink hair makes her stick out in the best way possible, and the smile she sends your way scares off the nerves and anxieties floating around you.

"Are you the recruit?" She gently asks.

"Yeah, I am."

"I figured. You look like a lost puppy out here."

You look away in shame, which causes JiU to immediately backtrack.

"It's not a bad thing, though! I got lost on my first day. It happens to the best of us, I promise."

Her warm smile returns, and you do your best to muster up one to give back to her.

"Is there anything that I can help with?" You cautiously ask, and JiU pauses for a moment.

"Hmm… Well, for today, you can just stand there and observe what I do throughout the day. Tomorrow, I'll show you the ropes. Does that sound good?"

"I like that plan."

"Y/N, honey, are you going to dig at the same spot all day, or do you want to take a break?"

"Ack, sorry!" You drop the shovel as you realize that you've been daydreaming again.

It's hard not to daydream when your reality seems so unreal.

JiU offers you her hand, and you take it as she leads you away from the dig site.

"Thanks for that, JiU. I spaced out again." You say as she shakes her head.

"You're adorable, you know?"

"Thanks, babe." You mumble as she pulls you into a tent.

You didn't realize that you were sweating until a bead of sweat fell down your face.

I wouldn't expect anything less from this weather or the climate we're in.

You quickly wipe it up before grabbing two water bottles from a nearby cooler. You toss one to JiU, and she blows you a quick kiss before digging in a large bag.

"What did you pack for lunch?" You ask before taking a seat on a lawn chair.

"That's for me to know, and for you to find out!" She teases, and you sigh before relaxing into the chair.

"As long as it isn't burnt, I'm fine."

"You think my cooking is that bad?" JiU looks at you with puppy dog eyes, and you feel like you've kicked a puppy when you look into her eyes.

"Of course not, sweetheart. I'm really hungry, and I'm sure that whatever you make is very good and very edible."

JiU smiles before handing you a sandwich.

"You added everything I like… you really are the best, JiU!" You exclaim before taking a big bite of your sandwich.

She giggles before nibbling on her own sandwich.

"What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn't make you what you like?"

"Still mine, either way." You say between bites.

"And I thought that I was the cheesy one, Y/N." JiU smiles as you shake your head.

"I think your dad jokes and corny pick-up lines rubbed off on me."

"My pick-up lines are not corny!" JiU defends herself, and you laugh in response.

"You're not going to defend your dad jokes?"

"Because they are an excellent form of comedy!"

"Keep telling yourself that, JiU. I'm sure it'll come true one day." You smirk before finishing your sandwich.

"Hmph!" She turns her nose away from you, and you sigh before standing up.

"I love you, JiU-ah, with all of my heart. I would never do something that would hurt you." You endearingly say before pulling JiU into your arms.

It's her turn to be flustered as you gently tilt her face toward yours with one of your hands.

"See? Isn't that better, darling?" You sweetly laugh as JiU holds onto you for dear life.

"I love you too." She gives you a warm hug, and you melt into her arms.

If only we could stay like this for the rest of time…

You're interrupted by the sound of footsteps, and you hear JiU sigh as you step away from her.

One of your newest recruits ran into the tent with no hesitation at all.

"JiU! Y/N! You have to see this!" They say before waving you towards the exit of the tent.

You eye JiU as she nods at them.

"We should see what's up." JiU turns towards the young recruit. "Lead the way."

Ah, the joys of running a dig site with the woman you love most in the world…

"Come on! It's just this way!" They shout, and you and JiU follow in close pursuit.

"What do you think it is? Did someone get hurt?" You ask with concern, and JiU shudders.

"I hope not. Let's just hope that they found something exciting… you always remember your first dig, right?" She looks at you for affirmation, and you nod.

"Yeah, but you were the one who made that so memorable." You shyly admit as the three of you come to a stop.

"Y/N, you're too sweet for your own good." JiU says before the young digger points at one of the dig sites.

"We found a sarcophagus… but it was open when we fully dug it up!"

"Really? Let me and Y/N take a closer look." JiU says, and you offer them a warm smile.

"Take an early lunch, okay? You've earned it." You watch them run off, and you turn and walk with JiU towards the ancient coffin.

"How old do you think it is?" You ask as you cautiously approach the sarcophagus.

"From a first glance, it has to date back to at least the 3rd dynasty of Egypt."

"That doesn't tell me much." You mutter as JiU pulls on a pair of gloves.

"You want to take a closer look?"

"Not really. These things always gave me the creeps." You shudder as you look up at the sky. "Is it me, or did the sky get darker?"

"It's definitely you." JiU says without skipping a beat.

"Thank you, dear, I really appreciate the comfort and support." You sigh as you rub your arms.

It definitely wasn't this cold before… We were sweating a few moments ago. What is going on?

"I'm going to take a look inside," JiU announces, and you shake your head.

"I don't think that's a good idea. Look how dark it is!" You yell while pointing at the pitch-black sky.

What. The. Fuck.

"Y/N, I think you're-" JiU pauses as she looks up. "Oh my, it really is dark!"

"Thank you for coming back to reality, JiU! It was midday a few minutes ago, and now it's completely dark." You huff as JiU brushes some sand off of her.

"Maybe it's just a bad storm or something-"

"-in Egypt? Are you being serious right now?" You exclaim as her head snaps to you.

"Y/N-"

"No, I'm not losing it."

"Don't turn around." JiU says with a grim look on her face.

You immediately snap your head in that direction, and you scream as JiU shoves you behind her.

The mummy that should be very dead is very not dead and is standing about six feet from where JiU is. It points at the sarcophagus before growling in a low tone at JiU.

"Honey, what is that thing?" You softly mutter.

"Close your eyes." She mumbles.

"What? Why would I-"

"I don't want to blind you with my brightness." Her warm smile is truthful, and in this moment, you have no choice but to trust her.

"I'm trusting you, JiU." You close your eyes, and for good measure, you place a hand over your eyes.

"You're adorable, my love." She says before pressing a kiss to your temple.

You sigh as you hear JiU walk away from you. The mummy growls again, and you heat JiU sigh softly.

"Your master never learns, does he?" JiU scolds the creatures, and you hear its footsteps shuffle towards her.

Master? What is she talking about?

A body drops to the ground, and you cringe at the sound.

"You didn't think I was that weak, did you, sweetheart?"

You immediately uncover your eyes when you hear JiU's sweet voice. You gasp as you absorb her new clothing and hairstyle.

"JiU-ah, your clothes and hair… you look like a goddess!" You exclaim as she shyly chuckles.

"Well, that's kind of the point." She shrugs as you raise an eyebrow at her.

"I think you have some explaining to do."

"How does dinner sound?" JiU suggests.

"Like a plan, darling."

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claire-starsword · 5 months

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Watched a full playthrough of Sonic Dream Team, some spoilery thoughts under the cut:

Sonic last line being "glad to have you back" to Cream feels very much like a wink to the 4th wall lmao. While I still suspect her being added late to the game given the intro, the plot was very clearly written with love for her. I adore that every Cream plot is essentially "Cream gets to make a new friend who is something quite buckwild for a little girl to befriend". Otherworldly fire princesses, murder robots, and so on. I would if Gemerl and Ariem showed up together in IDW at some point.

Really wish the cutscenes weren't a bunch of panels flying around too, either do animated cutscenes or lean into the fact you're using still pictures and try to frame it like a comic, making a bunch of awkward slide transition just feels like the worst of both worlds here.

Back to the topic that matters (Cream), I love that "Cheese, get 'em" seems to be a catchphrase of hers now, but it rings very hollow in a game where, to my understanding, Cheese never attacks. To be fair the game seems designed in a way where no attacks other than homing attacks would matter, but it's still a bit sad that her return after pretty much two decades doesn't include her main concept, Cheese feels like just a decoration through the whole game. They could have done something in cutscenes at least, as opposed to making her a damsel in the final battle when the plot already is about rescuing her once. I feel it's a waste to not give her the occasional badass moment when she's a regular character in gameplay, and overpowered in certain games.

I do appreciate that Knuckles is the one to rescue her though, they don't interact much. And him lifting her up in the ending is super cute, though her bland expression in that kinda kills the mood, not the renders' best moment. We also don't get to see a hug between her and Ariem in the end which is evil. The whole thing has so many parallels with Advance 3's extra ending that I expected it to be just as cute. Missed opportunity.

Another thought on the ending is that, Tails is the only character to not have a moment in the final boss battle??? There's kinda of a plot reason for it but it's still quite sad. I do wonder if it's another hint of Cream being added late, if the battle was meant for five characters and they just gave her Tails' section and made up some plot to justify it, but that is pushing the conspiration theory a bit. Her role ended up pretty okay so I don't mind it was a late addition or what, it's just funny to wonder what happened.

#*slaps roof of me* this baby can fit so many thoughts about a rabbit on it #sonic series #sonic dream team #sonic dream team spoilers #cream the rabbit #anyway. i really hope this is a real actual comeback as a frequent playable character #as opposed to just bringing the girl out for a spin

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okay but I'm just kind of obsessed with the Cayuga Gorn fight. Because the Gorn tail-swipes the phaser away from Spock and is probably gonna kill him in an ensuing one-on-one fight, but then Christine comes in (unarmed!), distracts them both momentarily enough for the Gorn to fling Spock away, and Christine just puts on her determinator face and goes right up to the Gorn to distract it from Spock. And remember, she's TERRIFIED of the Gorn. Just the idea of walking out in the open with one in the hallway before had her paralyzed and in tears of fright. But she was able to make it past into the frozen Jeffries tube and up to the Bridge. And then with a Gorn attacking Spock up there, unarmed Christine is ready to throw down. The fight becomes the pair of them basically throwing themselves at the Gorn to get it away from each other until Christine is able to grab the phaser. I LOVE IT. Also, I'm obsessed with the way Henry is red sting of fating them. He bookends the season with it. In 2x01, Spock is paralyzed in horror at the idea that he needs to order the destruction of the false flag ship he knows Christine is on and he waits WAY too long, but unknowingly waits just long enough for Christine and M'Benga to launch themselves out of the airlock. They'd have died if he shot any earlier than he did. And now in 2x10, you have them saving each other on the Cayuga and Christine is in space again, but this time they're together. And just the imagery is so beautiful and UGH, god. This is not the kind of narrative that feels fated to meet it's end in unrequited pining and indifference.

OMG! You described the Gorn fight scene so beautifully. I love how Henry chose the good ole "saving each other" trope for Spock and Chapel in season 2.

He wrote episode 1, 5 and 10. All 3 episodes were about Spock and Chapel taking risks to save one another.

Episode 1, 5 and 10 also have such visually stunning & romantic Spapel moments that make you think "The love story between Spock & Chapel is the central component of the show". *winks at Akiva Goldsman*

This is not the kind of narrative that feels fated to meet its end in unrequited pining and indifference.

Feels that way, doesn't it?

With how successful SNW is doing, it's safe to say that we have seasons ahead of us. So we'll see where they will take Spock&Chapel's story next. It will come to an end eventually, but how they will get there is still unknown.

SNW has been bending canon since day 1. They can easily change the timeline of Chapel's engagement with Korby. And something tells me that they will. Bcoz Jess Bush is a star! And Chapel is one of the main characters of this show. I doubt she'll leave SNW anytime soon to go get engaged with Korby and won't return to The Enterprise until TOS. Just doesn't make sense when they invested so much time and effort into the character and the relationship between Spock&Chapel.

Besides every TOS interaction between Spock&Chapel changed forever now. We know Chapel's love wasn't unrequited in the past and now we can say that Spock wasn't indifferent. He's a man who loved a woman, lost her love and turned to his Vulcan ways to suppress his feelings to protect his heart. And 2x10 made it clear that Chapel wasn't leaving Spock bcoz she fell out of love, her feelings are still there. I think we are heading to a rather tragic end for them. My guess is, when it's all said and done, neither character will look bad. If anything, we will feel so sad for them.

#i'm an optimist sue me #spapel #spock and chapel #spock x chapel #christine chapel #spock #i will go down with this ship

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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ANOTHER IMPORTANT THING FOR A NEW SERIES PLS RESPOND!!!

i really appreciate any feedback on these yall 🥺🤍

but as i finish up girls just wanna have fun, i need to plan the next series! i have some new ideas, and i’ve scrapped a few others. like i said, pls feel free to tell me ur thoughts! <3

option one: like the dawn

ship: stucky x winged! reader

genre: angst to fluff

summary: you, steve rogers, and james “bucky” barnes have been best friends since kindergarten. when they go off to war and you pave your own path into the army, you never expected to lose them both. when you go missing on a search for their bodies and get taken by HYDRA, you become their latest experiment. the angel of death and the winter soldier are an assassin duo that haunt seven decades, but when you encounter a blond man on a bridge 70 years later, it stirs something you forgot was there.

basically a love story spanning the decades, with lots of reunions and relearning things about the people you love, and learning that while some things change, you’ll love them anyways.

preview:

As you three entered the science fair, you spun around, dress swishing at your knees as you took in every invention on display. Even if Bucky was the nerd of your little trio, you could still appreciate good science.

However, when you turned back to smile at your best friends, the shorter one was gone.

“Oh my god. Bucky. Where’s Steve?” The brunet whipped to his side, his hat nearly flying off his head in the process. Another reminder that he was leaving soon.

“Holy shit. Steve?” he yelled, peering over the crowd.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whispered. Before you could panic any further, the blond stepped out of the crowd, a pamphlet in hand. “Holy shit, Steve, you can’t run off like that!” you chided, checking him for any bruises.

“You know she’s right, punk,” Bucky added, frowning.

“Why do you two feel the need to chaperone me like I’m some kid?” Steve asked, eyeing you and Bucky as the bright lights of the different booths sent spots across his vision. You rolled your eyes, setting a hand on your hip.

“Because, Stevie,” you sighed, drawing out your words. “You have little-to-no survival instincts, and your mother would smite us if we let you run around on your own.”

Bucky nodded. “C’mon, Steve. I even got you a date.” You whipped towards him, eyebrows raised.

“You did? How?”

“I’m just that good, doll.” He winked at a passing girl, who practically swooned and waved to him.

You scoffed, lightly smacking him on the chest and taking Steve by the hand. “Let’s go, before Buck manages to leave a trail of broken hearts behind him and you have an asthma attack.”

option two: hades and persephone

ship: bucky x plant powers!reader

genre: comedy, fluff

summary: you’ve been in hiding in NYC ever since your escape from a HYDRA facility. in all honesty, it hasn’t been too bad. your power over plant life has made it laughably easy to establish yourself as a small-time florist in new york. you’ve thought about trying to join the avengers, but you’re far from prepared when the whole group comes busting into your store after a bad mission involving a lot of poison ivy. turns out you hadn’t been hiding very well, they were just being polite. (no civil war)

basically a superhero comedy showcasing some fun plant-based powers. isabela madrigal who???

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Carefully making sure no one was watching, you ran a hand over the wilted orchids, watching as they returned to life with a mere touch. You smiled, setting the pots up on a shelf, perusing your store and keeping every plant in top shape. Flowers and houseplants alike lined your shelves, all perfectly healthy without a dead leaf in sight.

You sighed, relaxation taking over your mind. You felt your powers tingle, and when you glanced over to the mirror, you were met with a scattering of lavender flowers growing in your hair.

Frowning, you began to brush it out, waving a hand and dissipating the petals on the floor. Just as you managed to remove the last one, your door burst open with a loud bang, sending you jumping and causing begonias to bloom in place of the lavender.

You shrieked, ducking behind a shelf to furiously remove the pink-orange blooms.

“Sorry! Sorry, miss. You don’t have to hide, we know about your powers,” a voice said. How did they know? You’d been so careful to keep it all secret.

You peeked out from behind the shelf, eyes widening when you saw who was standing in your shop.

The Avengers. Still in their mission gear, covered head-to-toe in rashes. Poison ivy. You were sure of it.

“What the hell happened to you guys?”

option three: lonely is a man without love

(THAT’S RIGHT MOON KNIGHT BABY)

ship: marc spector + steven grant x avenger! assassin! reader (no jake i’m sorry i just don’t have enough screen time to know how to write him😭)

genre: comedy, fluff, slight reverse comfort bc episode five

summary: when you went to london to check out rumors of a new vigilante superhero, you were very shocked to only find a mild-mannered gift shopist. you befriend him nonetheless, and are just about to call the tip a bust when one night, you hear loud noises in his apartment next door. when you break in to check on him, you don’t find your shy friend. instead, you come face-to-face with a snarky mercenary and his… giant skeleton bird? (good ending to endgame, reader can see khonshu for reasons tbd lol. comedic effect??? idk)

basically a girlboss x malewife fic with angst. reader is badass and steven and marc are sweethearts with unresolved trauma.

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“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait,” you said, holding a hand up. Steven- no, Marc, sighed exasperatedly, waiting. “You are a mercenary?”

“Why do you need to know?”

“Just answer the damn question!”

He rolled his eyes. “Fine. Yes.” You sighed, leaning against the bookshelf.

“So what? Was Steven just an alibi?” you asked. You really hoped not. One, because he was sweet and kind and an absolute nerd. And two, because if he wasn’t, then that meant that Marc’s dedication to a cover was better than yours. And that simply would not stand.

“No, it’s more complicated than that. He’s, like, a facet of me. Another personality.” You perked up, visibly relieved.

“Oh, so he’s an alter? Like, you have DID?”

“Is that what it’s called?”

“Do you… Do you not know the name of your own personality disorder?” His silence spoke volumes. You chuckled under your breath, watching him stammer to try and recover from his fumble. You removed the gun from your waistband, preparing to set it on the table. In an instant, Marc had your wrist in a death grip, attempting to jostle the gun from you.

On instinct, you twisted under his arms, kicking out his legs. He rolled over and stood back up, kicking the gun from your hands.

You took a moment to analyze his fighting style, scanning him as he circled you. He was good, yes, but his form was sloppy. Basic US military training, most likely nothing specialized.

Taking one out of Nat’s book, you leapt up, wrap your thighs around Marc’s head, and flip him over, holding him in place as he thrashed on the floor.

“Shut up, holy fuck you are so damn loud Jesus fucking Christ,” you hissed. Eventually, he tapped your leg, wheezing.

“Truce,” he sighed. You rolled off of him, nodding.

“Yeah, truce.”

option four: the soldier and the scythe

ship: bucky x ex hydra! reader

genre: heavy angst, trauma, hurt and some comfort, healing

summary: all you’ve ever known are the walls of HYDRA. you’re the first joint project between the red room and HYDRA, an assassin with a reputation for perfection. you’ve been modified to resist conditions that would kill anyone else, trained to evaluate every situation and to slip away without a trace. you don’t have any weaknesses. except for your long-time partner. the winter soldier. and when a mission goes south and a man on a bridge stirs up memories in him, you’re stuck in the middle of a war between what you’ve been trained and brainwashed to do, and the man you trust more than yourself.

basically a deep dive into what happened to bucky barnes in HYDRA that turned him into the winter soldier and the lingering hold it has on you both. warning: will discuss abuse, PTSD, torture, dehumanization, and possibly sexual assault. it’s gonna be a heavy one.

preview:

Your room was quite literally the only place you had any semblance of privacy in HYDRA. If you could even call it a room. Four concrete walls, bright fluorescent lights that went out at 12:00, a tiny cot, a toilet in the corner with a sink and tiny mirror.

No cameras though. And that was all you could hope for.

With a sigh, you stripped off your tactical suit, grabbing a thin shirt and pants. You slipped them on, running a bent and broken comb through your hair. Not for your appearance. Hell, HYDRA had trained any care for your looks out of you years ago. But untangled hair was easier to braid back, as you’d found after they’d chopped out a large chunk of your hair one time.

You spot a glimpse of the mirror. Dark, tired eyes stare back at you. Your skin is sunken and dull, although the cut across your nose had stopped bleeding and was already almost fully scabbed over.

You tore your gaze away from the machine in the reflection, opening your door slightly. A freedom not afforded to most HYDRA soldiers. But as one of HYDRA’s prized experiments, well, you got a few privileges.

“Как ты думаешь, куда ты идешь? [Where do you think you’re going?]” a guard asks. You kept your eyes low.

“В гостях у Солдата. [To visit The Soldier.]” He begrudgingly nodded, and let you pass. Silently passing down the hallway, you stopped outside his door. Him. The Winter Soldier. Winter, as you knew him. One of HYDRA’s oldest and best assassins. They’d managed to drain most of the humanity out of him a long time ago. But not all of it.

You knocked.

He opened the door instantly. You both schooled your expressions as you stepped inside and he closed the door. Luckily, HYDRA didn’t care what it’s favorite killers did behind closed doors. As long as it didn’t interfere with your work.

“Are you alright?” he asked. Even though his memories were as jumbled as yours, he knew English was his first language. It was what he preferred to speak.

“I will be.” He sat down on his cot and you joined him, the rough fabric bending under the combined weight. He rested his forehead against yours, both of you closing your eyes.

A moment of reprieve in all of the blood.

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my-shields-are-down · 1 year

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Chenford ❤️ + argument/sparring

Lucy stands on the kitchen stool, still not quite taller than everyone and yells, “Attention everyone! Gather ‘round! It’s time …”.

“This is complete bullshit! I am again protesting the results of the last semi-final. I did not lose!”

Grey steps in before Lucy can argue with her boyfriend, “Tim - the judges have spoken. Multiple times. YOU. LOST. Now sit down and shut up like a the well-behaved loser you are.” People around them laugh as Tim sits down on the sofa and pouts. Grey turns back to Lucy and nods at her to continue.

Once the room quiets down, Lucy states: “it’s time for the final people! In this corner (she gestures to her left) - we have returning reigning champion Angela Lopez (crowd lightly claps) and in this corner (Lucy gestures to her right), we have upstart-streaking newcomer Genny Bradford who just won a highly contested bout against her brother by split decision. (Crowd cheers and claps as Tim continues to pout).

Let’s go over the rules one last time - there will be three rounds, first round dominant hand, second round non dominant hand, third round whichever you want. First competitor to 2 wins. The goal is to knock the Santa hat off your opponent’s using only the wrapping paper tubes we’ve provided. Ok?! Let’s arm our contestants!”

For the next 5 minutes each “opponent” was dressed in the following - a BBQ apron and one of wade’s ginormous wool winter gloves on their dominant hand which weakened their tube grip. The non-jousting hand was zip tied to the back of their aprons/jeans’ belt loops and each combatant wore ski goggle as eye protection. Lastly, a size too small Santa hat was placed on top of each woman’s head.

Angela was the favorite because she had been playing this game since she could stand against her four older brothers.

While considered to be the underdog, Genny had several secret weapons at her disposal - 1) she was ambidextrous so she was equally strong with both arms; 2) she had dated a fencer for 2 years in college and had several trick moves waiting to be used and 3) she had seen every Elementary episode while on pregnancy bed rest with her second son and had studied up on pate/stick fighting as a result.

Once the women were properly armed and space in the basement cleared- Wade hit play on his daughter’s boom box and “LETS GET READY TO RUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMBBBBBLLLLLEEEEE!” screamed out.

The women nodded at each other and before Angela could step forward, Genny spun on her toes, raising her tube over her head, and then stepping forward to slice her tube down across Angela’s head knocking off her (Angela’s) hat. Genny then stepped back and winked at Angela. Wade shouted “Point to Bradford!”

Angela just stood there dumbfounded, mouth open gaping. No one had ever scored on her so quickly.

The second round, after their arms were switched and reattached to the backs of their aprons, Angela attacked out of the gate, screeching like a trapped wild animal poking and smacking Genny with her tube, putting Genny on the defensive. Genny blocked and ducked and parried Angela’s attacks but never fully engaging, always deflecting and defending.

Until… she noticed Angela’s arm wasn’t raised as high as when they started .. Angela was getting tired.

Genny was not, but she backed up away from Angela pretending to be scared, and then rapidly and repeatedly started hitting Angela on the head, beating the jingle bell on the hat, before doing a bob and weave move to throw Angela off balance making Genny’s parry/lunge to knock off Angela’s hat look like an Olympic fencing move - which it was.

When Angela’s hat hit the floor, there was a moment of silence, of disbelief, before the crowd leapt to their feet and cheered. Genny was handed the “Holiday Troll - Best Sparring” trophy and was celebrated the rest of the night.

P.S. as far as we know, Angela and Tim are still sitting on the sofa in Wade’s basement sulking over their sparring losses.

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My family made up a ton of random holiday games growing up and we’d “duel” or “spar” with the tubes.

#chenford #tim bradford #lucy chen #the rookie #angela lopez evers #genny bradford #wade grey #holiday sparring #brief argument #holiday tournament troll #askandrea #andreawriteslongstories

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sabo-has-my-heart · 2 years

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Return Requester Here!

Can I get a Swap Au this time? Marine!Ace and Thief!F!Reader with multi-purpose #7 and fluff #2 would be nice. Thank you so much Astra 🥰💕💓

I wish you all the success, girl!

Warnings: Marine!Ace, fluff, attempted theft

Word Count: 1140

Sneaking into marine compounds usually wasn’t easy. That said, you knew a couple of secrets, particularly about this base. It was hard not to chuckle to yourself as you hid in the shadows until the low ranking marines passed by. You weren’t interested in such low ranking marines, you weren’t interested in the marines in general. Your prize was much, much bigger, the base had gotten their hands on a devil fruit and a good one at that. Further and further, you made your way inwards, taking a deep breath when you finally reached a door. If the blueprints you had were anything to go by and your intel was good, it would be in here. You weren’t surprised by the guards at the door, but the door wasn’t how you were planning to get in.

Dropping down into the room from the vent, you smirked, marines were such fools to think that a few guards in front of the door would stop a world class thief. You quickly grabbed the red devil fruit, smiling as you stared at it. Feeling a pair of hands around you, you froze. Since when did they start having people guarding the room?

“Don’t think I'm letting you get away with that.” a voice said in your ear, holding you tightly. Growling lowly, you looked at the devil fruit in your hand. A logia type, the mera mera fruit. It was either the fruit or you. Elbowing the man behind you, his grip loosened enough for you to kick him off. Spinning around, you shoved the devil fruit in his mouth as he went to call for backup.

“Sorry, cutie, can’t have you catching me that easily.” you said, winking at him before running for the window, shattering the glass as you jumped. The young man that had attacked you soon followed you out, your eyes widening as he tossed a fireball at you. Fuck, you’d just force fed him a logia devil fruit! The sound of sirens had you cursing your luck as you ran. You’d have more marines bearing down on you if you didn’t get out soon.

Ace sighed as he looked down at the map. It had been 3 years since he first met you, since he’d eaten the mera mera fruit. It hadn’t been his intention, but you’d shoved it in his mouth. Thankfully, Garp had gotten him out of trouble with that, though only barely. After that, he’d learned that this wasn’t your first time breaking into a marine base and had made it his mission to catch you. Or at least, that’s what everyone else thought. It was true that it had started out like that, but that’s not how it was anymore. Not since the day he’d actually caught you, not since he’d gotten to know you. So now he chased the infamous thief, Y/n, thwarting your every attempt on marine bases, and ‘protecting the possessions of the military’. He was a ‘hero’ for protecting such valuables and saving men from harm! A hero, ha, a hero wouldn’t purposefully let the ‘bad guy’ get away. A hero wouldn’t be feeding you information about where to hit next so that he could meet up with you again. You never caused much damage and didn’t hurt anyone, so what was the harm so long as he was ‘stopping’ you.

Once again, he was the only one chasing after you, after all, he was the only one who could keep up with you. Again and again in circles, the same chases repeated as he followed you into an old, abandoned building far from his men.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the marine vice admiral, Fire Fist Ace. One might think that a vice admiral would have better things to do than chase after a lowly thief.” your voice cooed, stepping out from the shadows and into the small amount of light that streamed through the boarded up windows.

“I think we both know that you’re more than just a ‘lowly thief’, Y/n.” Ace said, taking a couple of steps forward. In the blink of an eye, the two of you were rushing forward, meeting each other in a passionate kiss, his hands cupping your cheeks, your arms wrapped around his neck. Kiss after kiss, you pulled each other in one after another until you were both too breathless to continue.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” you whispered, fingers playing with his hair, his hands still holding your face.

“I love you too, Y/n.” Ace said breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours.

“I… I missed you. A lot.” you said, looking down.

“I missed you too, which is why you should look at me right now, I want every moment we have together to be spent staring into your eyes.” Ace said, caressing your cheek, making you look back up at him.

“I… I’m a greedy woman, Ace. I want more.” you said, leaning into his touch.

“I know, I want to spend more time with you too, but I have responsibilities. I can’t just abandon my post, my men.” he whispered, pulling you close.

“I know. I just… I want more, more time, more of you, more of your touch.” you said, hands wandering down his arms before moving back up, gently gliding over his chest, before moving up to trace his freckles.

“You can have more, you know you can.” Ace breathed, your hands pausing.

“At what cost? I’m a notorious thief, they wouldn’t just let me off the hook because of your say so.” you said, once more looking at the ground, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“You’re right, they wouldn’t let you off the hook just on the word of a vice admiral, but they might for two vice admirals and a newly appointed admiral.” Ace said, making your head shoot up.

“W-what?” you asked, Ace smirking.

“They want to promote Luffy to admiral. I’ve told my brothers about you, they’d be willing to vouch for you. Please.” Ace pleaded, holding you tightly. You stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to do.

“Can… can I think about it?” you asked, Ace smiling and nodding.

“Take your time. When you finally decide, find a way to send this to me and I’ll meet you on the island where we first kissed.” Ace said, pressing his white and red bracelet in your hand. You smiled and nodded, giving him a quick kiss before slowly walking backwards towards the back door. It was time to part, but no matter your decision, you would always see him again sooner or later, you loved him. Besides, you were pretty sure you already knew your answer, you just needed time to take care of a few things and make sure that the life of a marine was what you really wanted.

#one piece ace #portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #ace x reader #fire fist ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #one piece #fluff #portgas d ace #Marine!Ace #swap au

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thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos · 9 months

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Every Rose Has it's Thorn

-Part 4-

>Part 5

<Part 3

Universe: Teenage Mutant Teenage Turtles (Bayverse aged-up turtles)

Rating: R for swearing mostly

Raphael x OC (female character)

Tags: Fluff, sexy moments, original character, slow burn romance

-Rose and Raph talk on a rooftop, just pure unadulterated fluff.

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“Yeah, yeah it is.”

That one sentence had made Rose’s heart beat 100x faster than humanly possible, and she could feel her cheeks flush with a blush that spread over her face faster than she could react. She was still looking at him, almost an incredulous expression on her face.

“...what?”

Was all she could squeak out, her mind still racing. Raphael’s eyebrow ridges both raised as he realized he’d said that out loud, not in his head.

“Um, nothin. Nothin!” He fumbled, trying to think of anything to change the subject to.

Shit. I can’t believe I said that out loud.

“Anyway, you wanna tell me why you were cryin’?” He asked softly.

“Not really, it’s pretty embarrassing.” Rose said almost immediately.

“Well if ya don’t talk about it it’s gunna get worse. Besides, who am I gunna tell?”

Raph cracked a smile and punched her arm. He had such a way of making her feel safe and comfortable, and she was finding that she couldn’t say no to him.

She told him everything. The whole boyfriend situation, her family issues, her struggles in life, the guy in the bar before he attacked her, everything. It came out like word vomit, every hurt she had felt just came tumbling out of her and she couldn’t help it. Raph just sat there and listened, asking a question now and then but keeping up with her never ending monologue. When she stopped talking and seemed to start to spiral internally, Raph gently took her chin in his hand and lifted her head. Rose looked up into his eyes.

“Ya know it’s not your fault right? None of it. It’s not your fault, Rose.”

She felt her resolve and will power waver, and tears started to once again roll down her cheeks.

“It’s gotta be my fault. I had to have done something to deserve all this bad shit happening in my life. This crap doesn’t just happen for no reason.”

Rose tried to pull her head away but Raph was not letting her go anywhere. She closed her eyes, not being able to bear the look of pity she saw reflected back at her.

“Open your eyes.”

“Nope, I’m good. Thanks.”

“I’m not going ta ask ya again. Open ‘em.”

She shuddered at this exchange between them, god you could cut the sexual tension with a knife. Not as soon as the thought crossed her mind, did the memories of the knife pressed against her throat return. Her eyes quickly opened so she could re-focus on Raph.

“Repeat after me: It’s not my fault.”

“It’s not my fault.” She said quietly, this whole back and forth seeming ridiculous.

“Not good enough, try again.” He dropped his hand from her chin, but kept his gaze locked with Rose’s. It seemed like maybe he was enjoying this a little too much from the gleam in his eyes.

“It’s not my fault.”

She said it one more time with conviction, a lot louder. She knew it wasn’t her fault that her now ex boyfriend was gay, or her fault for getting roofied in a bar, but it felt good to yell it to the rooftops anyways. Raph seemed pleased with her response, and admittedly she felt a bit better.

The turtle smiled, and then reached into one of the boxes next to the chair and pulled out two glasses and a bottle of something brown.

“Want one?” Raph asked. She nodded, and he poured them both a small glass of what she could tell was bourbon. Rose looked over the rim of her glass at him.

“Wait, are you even old enough to drink? How old are you guys?”

Raphael let out a deep chortle.

“You’re hilarious.” He paused, realizing she was serious. “I’m 28. Leo’s 29, Donnie’s 26, and Mikey’s 24. Satisfied?”

“Yep, just wanted to be sure I wasn’t breaking the law or anything.”

Rose giggled as she winked at Raph, taking a drink. “Fun fact, we’re the same age.”

“Seriously?”He said, obviously surprised. “Ya look so much younger than that, I thought ya were 22 or something. Especially since ya get along so well with Mike.”

“Yeah well, I have a younger brother about the same age. Mikey reminds me a lot of him, actually.” She smiled at the darkening city, remembering a childhood of videogames and well, shared trauma. Both her and her brother were pretty fucked up emotionally. Their parents had not done them very many favors, and Rose basically raised the both of them.

“Anyways, enough about me. I wanna know more about you.”

On the word “you” she leaned over and grabbed Raph’s glass, and poured them both more hooch. She felt so free up here with him, and was just really happy. And maybe a little bit buzzed. Maybe.

Raph shook his head at her, hiding a full smile.

“Ah, no.”

“Oh c’mon, I told you like my whole life story.” Rose pouted her lip and placed her hand on his thigh, knowing exactly what she was doing. Raph swallowed hard, and did everything in his power to remain still and calm while his heart was thumping in his chest. Her touch electrified him, and he knew that if she kept teasing him like this it would take all his willpower to sit there and let her, but god he would enjoy the ride.

“You get one.” He huffed out, trying to cover how turned on he was.

“Hm. Ok tough guy who tries to seem all deep and mysterious, but who’s actually a teddy bear on the inside. I’ve got to think of a good one, then.” She moved her hand from his leg and he let out the breath he was subconsciously holding in. Raph snorted at her comment, but was impressed that she had his personality pretty much pegged. He didn’t think he was that see through. Rose took another swig of her drink and quickly looked at Raph.

“Ooh I’ve got the perfect one. Are ya ready?”

“Hit me.” He took a sip from his glass as he waited for her.

“Are you dating anyone right now?”

Raph choked on his drink a little, getting a laugh from Rose in the process. He was so shocked and confused, why did she care? Why was she asking? Was she just being polite, or were her long glances at him when she thought he wasn’t looking actually a sign that she was interested? He was a mutant turtle after all, there’s no way that a beautiful human woman like her would want anything to do with him.

You’re a freak. Get a grip, Raph.

He had to remember their differences. Put distance between them, and remind her that he wasn’t human. Wasn’t normal.

“You’re kidding, right?” He grunted at her, hoping she’d take the hint. She looked at him quizzically, not understanding. “I’m a mutant freak who lives in the sewers. Whaddya think that means for my dating life, huh?” Raph was getting a little more defensive than he should, but she had to understand. She was torturing him with things he could never have.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how insensitive that would come across.” Rose put her hand on Raph’s shoulder, and got up from the bean bag to sit closer to him. She snuggled up against his arm, but kept facing forward. He immediately felt bad for snapping at her. She was a good person, she had no way of knowing what a sore subject this was for him.

“It’s ok, I just, ah…it’s hard for me to talk about. It’s not like I don’t want ta find someone, but I mean c’mon, look at me. Anyone who isn’t freaked out by the turtle thing is freaked out by how strong I am. I just don’t see it ever happening for me, and I can’t get my hopes up, ya know?”

He felt her grip on his arm tighten, and looked over to see her gazing at him with her breathtaking eyes.

“You’re worthy of love too, ya know? You’ll find it someday, I’m sure of it. It’s ok to hope.”

Raph felt tears prick his eyes as he let her words sink in. He couldn’t manage responding to her, so he turned and rested his forehead against the top of her head, her hair tickling his face. With a sigh, he took in her scent and basked in how amazing it was to be this close. He wanted so badly to lean down and kiss her. She was so close and he was aching to feel her lips against his. He bit his lip, and the thoughts of all the things he’d like to do to that pretty mouth filled his mind and took over.

“Wow, it got dark really fast huh?”

Rose stirred him from his trance, and he looked up. Finally he could show her why they came up here.

“Get ready for that thing I was talkin bout earlier.” He smiled, a full smile out in the open and she loved it.

“You have an amazing smile, Raph. Like seriously, a total knockout.” She feigned being hit in the heart by something to prove her point, which only made him smile more.

“All right Shatner, enough with the theatrics.” He teased, and nudged her shoulder. “Look up, Rose.”

As she did, a meteor shower began over their heads. So this is what he meant when he said something cool. Dang, he had some serious dating game and he didn’t even know it.

“Raph, oh my god. This is amazing.” Hundreds of little lights danced above their heads, feeling like they were in a big city fairytale. They both had their eyes focused to the sky, watching as if nothing else mattered in that moment.

“Hey Raph?”

“Hmm.”

“Did you make a wish yet?”

Little did she know he had made his wish the minute he first saw her, and he would do anything to make it come true.

“Yeah. You?”

"Yeah. Hopefully, they’ll both come true.”

#bayverse tmnt #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt bayverse #raphael x reader #bayverse raphael x reader #tmnt x oc #tmnt fanfic #bayverse raphael #mywriting

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shayminlucario07 · 11 months

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Post-clearing Bayonetta 3 thoughts

Obligatory (And obvious) spoiler warning!

So... people really didn’t like this game? Like, actually? Why?

Is it because of “Straight Bayonetta”? If so, I have news for you: Bayonetta’s relationship with Jeanne has always been deliberately ambiguous, just as much so as her relationship with Luka was in the previous two games, so like. Read it however you want- if you want Cereza and Jeanne to be a thing, they can be! Bisexuals do in fact exist!

Is it because people didn’t like Viola? Because... I mean, fair, I guess, since the narrative didn’t exactly do her justice, but she’s also the Cerezita/Loki of this game, which means she was never going to be as fleshed out as the other characters. And, frankly, if there’s going to be a Bayonetta 4, she’ll pretty obviously be the main character- which I’m totally here for, to be clear- and that’ll actually give her the chance to DO something.

Is it because of the Homunculi/Singularity plot being underdeveloped? Because... that’s kind of the case with every Bayonetta antagonist. The only reason Balder works as well as he does is because of the retroactive adjustments in Bayonetta 2, since he was... not exactly three-dimensional in Bayonetta 1. And the only reason Aesir worked is because of Loki, you know. BEING half of Aesir.

Is it because of how little focus the alternate Bayonettas got? Because... yeah, I agree, they deserved more emphasis than they had, but the thing you have to remember is- regardless of what the narrative in Bayonetta 3 implies, there’s no way to be sure that ANYONE is actually gone- Bayonetta 2′s storyline was literally about Cereza trying to bring Jeanne back from the dead, so like. As far as I’m concerned, resurrection has already been established. Also, when your story goes to multiverse level storytelling, all rules are out the window- not that there ever were any, since it’s Bayonetta, and rule of cool dominates everything, spectacle above all is the entire concept of the series.

Ultimately, my thoughts are thus:

It sucks that we have more limited weapon kits, but the weapons we did get are awesome in their own right and frankly, the acquisition of them is much more narratively effective than every other Bayonetta weapon except the guns and maybe Alruna, since. They actually HAVE A ROLE in the narrative. Also, the concepts were pretty great overall- though I could’ve done without having like, four separate slow weapons, but hey, we got Ignis Araneae Yo-Yo and Simoon and there’s a weapon named Ribbit-Libido BZ55, so, who actually gives a shit.

Some of the demon designs were... weird (Looking at you, Gouon and Clock Tower) but the returning demons were a delight to see reimagined (BAAL ZEBUL MY BELOVED YOU ARE THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE ENTIRE GAME) and while I’m kind of mad we didn’t get to see Sheba or Omne again, I also didn’t really expect it in the first place. At least we didn’t get a repeat of Khepri using Butterfly’s body model.

Demon Slave was a fantastic concept- in my opinion, a total step up from Umbran Climax, even if it did mean having to give up meaningful torture attacks- and I especially loved Wink Slave, because like. It’s like a Wicked Weave but EVEN BIGGER and AFTER A WICKED WEAVE. They took the best part of Umbran Climax and made it a normal gameplay move! Fantastic!

Viola’s combat was... weird. Not being able to move and shoot took an adjustment, and I don’t think I’ll ever know how to use the block properly for Witch Time, but it was at least successful in making her feel distinct from Bayonetta, which they never quite nailed with Jeanne and Rosa. She definitely could’ve used more polish in the gameplay department, though.

Speaking of Viola... she suffered from Luca syndrome (Admittedly, rather fitting) in that she was played for comic relief a bit too much to work as well as she needed to. I love the idea of her inheriting the name Bayonetta, but... she doesn’t quite feel like she’s actually THERE yet. She doesn’t have the badass level yet. Also, Cheshire should’ve had actual story in 3, and not just had it be locked behind Cereza and the Lost Demon.

Jeanne was neglected in a frankly depressing manner. Her missions were... fun at first, but overstayed their welcome, and honestly, the most memorable Jeanne moment was Jeanne Beta-Three/Egyptian Jeanne. She deserved better and she CERTAINLY deserved to live- she should’ve been alive to be Viola’s mentor in whatever the next story is.

Ah, Cereza... While I’m sad to see her die, frankly, they could bring her back in the next game and I wouldn’t be bothered in the slightest. It’s Bayonetta, who cares, there are no rules- just look cool and it’ll do everything it needs to. Make Bayonetta 4 be about Viola going to Inferno to bring Cereza and Luka back to the human world, and have her beat the shit out of Queen Sheba to do it. Full circle to the fullest, this time instead of killing God at the end of the game, we’re killing Satan. I’m 1000% in. Also, there’s no way that she’s supposed to be the alternate universe Cereza from the Records of Time in Bayonetta 2- They literally reference the Aesir storyline directly and how the Eyes of the World no longer exist, which is why the Multiverse fracturing happens and why the entirety of Bayonetta 3 happens at all.

Luka was... kind of weird, but not in the way people seem to think based on everything I’ve seen. First and foremost, the idea that the Bayonetta-Luka relationship came out of nowhere is simply untrue- she was always flirting with him. She put Rosemary in her perfume at the end of the first game SPECIFICALLY because of what he said- that’s what that meant! People were just blinded by the concept of Witch Lesbians, which is fair! (Let Bayonetta have both, y’all. Let her have her cringefail ambiguously-part-faerie boyfriend and her badass motorcycle-riding, literally-Joan-of-Arc immortal-ish witch wife. She deserves that.) The whole Lukaon thing was... not well developed, but frankly, I think that’s mostly because of how much the game tried to do. And really, none of the alternate universe things were that well developed, so if you’re going to criticize aspect of that, criticize them all.

Speaking of the alternate universe things- I loved all of them. Tokyo Street-Witch Bayonetta was perfect and I absolutely used that outfit the entire game, because hello, Chinese Warlord Bayonetta was awesome and it was super fun to see her lead an entire army, Egyptian Princess Bayonetta was super cool and it was amazing to see how she actually managed to have a full character arc, going from bonding with her first Infernal Demon to sacrificing herself to save Bayonetta Prime by the end, and French Thief-Magician Bayonetta- Masque*DeMasque Bayonetta, if you will (Hehe Ace Attorney reference I make myself laugh)- was an utter delight, even if she had the most tragic death. And she allowed us to see Rosa again! And she was the only Bayonetta to be blonde! Where did those genetics come from? No clue! Egyptian Bayonetta seemingly inherited Balder’s silver hair, so no clue where French Bayonetta’s blonde came from, but at least we know how/why Viola was blonde. (Also, we deserved to see a variant of Balder. Just one. It’s not fair that we got to see Rosa again but not him. Anti-feminist, dads and moms should be equally important (THAT’S A JOKE DON’T GET MAD AT ME)) I’d love to see more from any of those Bayonettas.

Sigurd was... not good, but he wasn’t really any worse than Aesir or Bayo-1-Balder would be without other characters to make them work better, and frankly, it’s probably a good thing there wasn’t an attempt at making Sigurd more well-developed, because the game was already pretty over-saturated. Singularity as a final boss was underwhelming compared to Jubileus and Aesir, but that’s honestly probably just because there was no summoning of Queen Sheba/Omne and no Infiniton Climax (Bring back the Big Bang Bonus!).

The setpiece segments of Bayonetta 3 were better than 1 and 2 by a landslide- at least, in my opinion. Even if you just focus on the setpieces from the Deadly Sin Ritual Summonings, they surpass the first two on theatrics alone- ESPECIALLY Baal Zebul. Bayonetta just randomly breaking out into a rhythm minigame with an opera-singing frog-princess-demon? PERFECT. But also... Mega-Godzilla-Sin Gomorrah rock-paper-scissors boss fight? Shockingly fun! Phantasmaraneae being upgraded to The Phantom (Devil May Cry reference! FUCK YEAH! Just make them the same universe PLEASE) and... low-key being implied to represent the Big Bang explosion? And the fight where you’re switching between him and Malphas? Fantastic. AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON QUEEN BUTTERFLY. Madama Butterfly was badass enough on her own, but MEGA MADAMA BUTTERFLY USING THE CLOUDS AS A BATHTUB FOR A BOSS FIGHT? Immaculate. How does she relate to Queen Sheba, though? I wonder... (More Inferno lore Platinum please and thank you it’s the least developed of the trinity of realities)

And for one final note- Being able to CHANGE BAYONETTA’S HAIR COLOR FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. WHY WAS THAT NOT A THING BEFORE. REDHEAD BAYONETTA.

#Bayonetta 3 #Bayonetta #Bayonetta 3 Spoilers #Listen I have thoughts okay #Let Bayonetta be Bi #Bayonetta 4 when

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