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jhuzen · 1 year

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a what? [m.reader]

this… idk what this is. it’s very indulgent so excuse the very chill grammar. my head is hammered by all the hot men in hsr. so here. yes, they won me over (jfc how could they not my god, i’ve been waiting on them for months) ☠️ so here’s a self-indulgent cat-boy alignment from some tall men in hsr. i’ve been playing since the release and i’m already just a few exps away from level 40 send help.

𖦹 nsfw/suggestive contents, hcs ig, i use the speculative name for the trailblazer hehe, top reader :’D, this is basically a shitpost but also not LMAO.

GEPARD LANDAU — official dogboy, a lapdog too if you will

is this even a question at this point?

he’s your little pup (maybe not so little), and he radiates that golden retriever vibes. he’s a little more serious than that, sure, but rest assured, he’s always on you when you need him and he’s not particularly swamped with his guard duties as the captain.

he never fails to light up every time you pass by him when he’s out on patrol. he appreciates your little visits of course, sometimes even stopping by to bring him some food when you can. but there’s always something so magical whenever he sees you around the city, just minding your own business, not really aware that he can see you from his post.

and there’s just a spike of serotonin in gepard’s brain every time he ‘bumps’ into you in one of your personal excursions, romancing you with such subtlety (it’s really not much subtle, everyone and their mother in belobog knows you and him are together).

he thinks he’s so slick, trying to smooth talk you, when really, the tips of his ears are bright red, while you, completely unfazed only tried to hold in a laughter. what a trooper your boyfriend truly is!

serval thinks she should be getting second hand embarrassment from her brother’s actions towards you, but you both just looked so sweet that she just had to enjoy the view of you humoring her stiff as hell brother. he’s way too serious on the field (rightfully so), but it was all the more endearing to see a bit of that innocent glee that gepard somehow manages to manifest with you around.

he’s your good dogboy bro, always ready to serve you. though that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate getting spoiled. your massages, especially your back rubs, are the highlight of his day after a grueling training — after his nice hot shower, with you guiding him all the way to your shared bedroom to give him a nice massage, it’s absolute bliss for him.

the cute sighs and the way his face becomes scrunched up as you worked the knots away from his muscles was adorable.

and if… the mood provides it, often times it leads to something a little bit more intimate than your wholesome little act of service.

gepard is a babygirl through and through man. he takes everything that you give him like a champ — extremely cooperative and will do anything as you say. maybe it’s because he likes being ordered around for once, maybe it’s because he finds it incredibly attractive to see you take charge… it could go either way and it drives him nuts.

he’s very loud, so you will be entertained at the plethora of ways gepard has to come up with just so he can’t be heard by the other neighbors while you completely wreck him.

handle with care after, please, he has to go to work the next day! we can’t have the famed captain of the silvermane guards limping around >:((

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SAMPO KOSKI — absolute mid with the way he’s a dog for seeking attention and a cat for being such a little bitch

congrats! you have a weird man for a boyfriend. the man that roams the streets of belobog be it in the underworld or overworld.

you vaguely recall the first time you and him met was when he was trying to persuade an overworld citizen in buying something, and you, as shameless as you are, moved towards him and squeezed the skin of his exposed waist, making the poor man yelp.

you gave him one questionable look before slut-shaming him with that getup, but not before buying your much needed supplies and leaving a sack of belobog currency.

admittedly, your relationship with sampo began as a transactional one. you buy stuff from him and he rewards you with a relatively risqué entertainment that your old folks would certainly faint from if they knew in the first place. but, as it turns out, even such a peculiar relationship can grow an oasis of genuine fondness for each other.

your dates before were just you and him meeting up in his place, hanging out, and then both of you just go on your separate ways. nowadays, it’s him that comes inside your house, incredibly woeful and in need of your attention and you oblige him regardless of how whiny he is.

oh, right, yes. sampo is whiny, have you seen him around his comrades? the man has the ‘woe is me’ attitude every now and then, and more often than not, you instigate that form of reaction whenever you tease him with a grin on your face.

there’s reasonable (or so i hope) amount of you calling out his outfit and why he feels the need to expose his waist only. sampo said it’s to attract customers like you, and you gotta hand the win on him on that one. though, it was becoming far more evident that you no longer see him as just an entertainment value and you as his source of income.

so. bloody. needy. it’s like he can’t live without your attention — thank the stars that the ban between the overworld and the underworld was lifted eventually so he can visit you more on the surface. one minute he skirts out of your home after some good fucking and then the next, he crawls back to you pathetically like a kicked puppy.

though, that is only to say that you got sampo absolutely hooked with your touches that he feels still lingering on his skin — you had an affinity for just harassing his poor waist while you call him names. he loves it anyway.

his clinginess comes with merit though, he appreciates the skin contact and you appreciate that chest of his to lay on. absolute king. if you tell him that his tits are the only selling point of why you finally fell for him, he will sulk and just sigh all day, looking at you with such disappointment.

“so i’m just a slab of meat to you, huh?” — sampo koski, xxxx

“pretty sure what’s in here are fats.” — you, nuzzling your face in his chest, xxxx

honestly, dating sampo feels like a one night stand, considering that he’s willing to limp away from your home in the crack of dawn, but it also feels just as endearing when he seeks you out or if you do the seeking, you could see how genuinely delighted sampo is to have you near him.

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JING YUAN — certified cat boy that’s just too good at fucking [with] you

mercilessly sly and an absolute mastermind, jing yuan has his fair share of mischief in the first place and you aren’t one he can spare despite having the honor of being the famed general’s partner.

you’re not so much of a fighter, you’re just a humble assistant to fu xuan (she disapproves of your poor taste in men though), but you learned to sleep with one eye open at the cost of you getting completely mauled to death by a general in need of his lover’s touch. he jumps at you with little to no warning, and you’re not certain if you should be proud of his stealth skills or just straight up be terrified lest you wake up to a succubus sucking you dry.

all that aside though, jing yuan is a passionate partner behind closed doors. he might look passive, but he’s sure to constantly be listening to your mumbling, even down to you just listing down what you need to buy for your home. he loves every part of you undoubtedly.

though, he likes to randomly charge you these fees wherein the currency is your warm hug. he could be a lot taller than you and still drape himself to your side while you hold him with one arm all the while cooking with the other.

a big, biiiiig cat, that’s for sure. and he accepts it, but on the account that you use it to tease lil ol’ him, get ready to be milked dry or at the very least, deprived of any form of affection from your cat.

he’s got a bit of an attitude too. he dreads the fact that you have a far more gentle disposition to his subordinates compared to him. you’re always so hard on him on work days, it makes him feel so lonely.

alas he has a remedy for that, particularly something you didn’t like at all.

mischief and a bored jing yuan on slow days are days you reminded yourself not to enter his office on, just to be safe and not get lured into his silly tricks. it always somehow fails, considering that he still is the general, and even though you are acting as fu xuan’s guide/assistant more than the general’s right hand man, you can’t refuse his calls because it’s still one of your responsibilities.

your cunning partner made sure to take advantage of that and cue… you writhing and breathless on his seat while he helped himself to your… offering from under the table. he promises he will be quick, but jing yuan is insatiable. for every time this happens, once or twice, a cloud knight would walk in to look for their general, and you had to talk to them without even giving away the embarrassing position you’re in.

hands down, a pillow princess if he’s not riding you to death. he’s the dozing general, but when the mood calls for it, he can take charge and just… leave you dry. so good luck with that.

cherishes the aftercare, he loves the slow intimate moments between you and him after. and if you’re a god at it, you can’t ever make him leave the bed, ever.

you once said, “oooh big stretch” when your beloved general did so one morning. that was the first and quite possibly the last time that you had him completely speechless for a good second. and that was saying a lot, considering that he always has the last word in your conversations. it became a core memory lmao.

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BLADE — another ultra catboy… except it’s the kind of cat that demands a lot from you after scratching your face

how in the many worlds did you ever pull this tormented man and his big sword? it’s concerning, really. kafka finds it amusing though that you even managed to make a space for yourself in blade’s little emo heart.

just laying it out there, you and blade babysit silver wolf and there’s no getting out of it apparently. kafka already placed you as the voice of reason when the one time she sent out only blade to look after silver wolf while you were off stalking the astral express gang, he dressed like a hobo, so much that he became extremely suspicious in sight more than he ever could dressed as just himself.

that aside, blade is probably one of the most demanding lovers you have dated (threateningly jealous at times too). no one can top him (but you ehe), he’s like a grumpy cat, literally swiping at you on the first few months before suddenly caving and asking you for almost everything.

really he just misses you, but he’s not into admitting such a fact. for the years that he’s gone through, whatever it may have been, you who did not care about who he was before was something that drew him in even more, you went at your own pace and it was no different when you became his. there was a sense of comfort that you brought to him.

so anyway, demanding partner that wants nothing but you. he’s extremely protective, which you found endearing, until you realized he will point a sword even to a little kid who so much as insults your face. not really good when you’re gathering intel when elio asks you both to do so.

dates with blade either includes the stellaron hunters because they are very fond of your relationship and are very nosy… or just you and him cooped up in your room, sleeping together, or ‘sleeping together’. not all too grand, but on missions that elio sends you both out on, you take the time to indulge your beloved and eat on different places, trying out delicacies of every particular world you visited in. blade doesn’t say much, but with the way his hand grips onto yours tightly already says a lot.

just throwing it out there, he is… quiet in bed. a grunter or a gasper, but if you really, really hit the right spot, he gives the deepest whine that leaves him shaking.

you either handle him with care or if he asks for it, go rough on him. like what was said, blade knows what he wants and will demand it from you all the same, no exceptions. and if you fail to live up to his expectations, he will move himself all the while glaring at you with so much disappointment.

he has… insane stamina, and if you can’t keep up, you better start working on that. the last thing that you want is to disappoint your vengeful boyfriend that has a lot of issues on his back. and while it’s not too bad of a sight to see your beloved imitate a sulking cat, it’s not so good when he ignores you. it’s not just about sex, if you so much as get that disappointing stare, best make it up to him and treat him like he’s your everything (as you should).

you once saw kafka and silver wolf planning out wedding destinations for you and blade at some point. you are unsure how to feel about your comrade’s deep involvement in your relationship — even more so when elio suggested the big wedding after you lot have accomplished your mission to the universe.

anyway, to say the least, your catboy is overly possessive and knows what he wants and can and will demand it from you. but even with such an overbearing personality and a terrifying look on his pretty face, you were already well versed in the blade language.

he thanks you on nights when you’re just out cold, probably tired from a mission, pressing a soft kiss on the side of your head. this man may have already considered elio’s proposal of the wedding date (jk).

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DAN HENG — third cat in a row. are all xianzhou men cats? but he’s the cat that’s quietly watching you, always listening

what do you mean he’s a [redacted for spoilers]? absolutely not. this man is a cat through and through.

the cat that silently watches you from afar while you do your own work. perhaps it’s because you always offer a sense of tranquility that dan heng found himself deeply enamored with you. you were just… so peaceful. it helped a lot, your presence soothed his deeply rooted anxieties born from his past. it’s as simple as you just shrugging and telling him, “why bother with anything else when i am alright where i am right now,” and dan heng fell hard.

you are as expressive as you can get, and can even get on the trailblazer and march’s antics. but the fact that you were mature enough to let yourself be resigned to the fate of time, that you were able to accept things as they are far better than anyone could, it was something your dearly beloved dan heng admired. in a sense, he also wanted to emulate whatever you’ve got going on.

bettering himself even more just because he loves you? goals. you changed this man and that was a sworn promise that he will never ever leave you from then on. always prowling around you, babysitting march 7th with you, reluctantly holding the trash the trailblazer rummages through with you, teaching old man welt how to use his beacon with you, etc.

that’s it, you can never pry dan heng out of your life anymore (unless you ask him to, in which case, please don’t, the man already has a lot to carry, how do you expect him to bear the weight of a broken heart from someone he thought he found happiness in?).

this catboy definitely lacks the expressiveness that you have, but just like any other stoic cat owner out there, you’ve basically read him well at that point. it’s almost as if you have the urge to make a guidebook about your boyfriend, and the aeons know that everyone in the astral express will eat it up.

he’s a little hard to coax at first to be more open in the beginning parts, but give him some time and he will be quicker to pry open than any other food that has an equally hard shell.

same thing in your more… intimate moments. give him some time to get used to things, especially if you’ve got far more experience at this sort of activity. go gentle, he loves the cradling embrace every time you ease yourself into him. he gets shy randomly out of nowhere in the middle of your little session, so do be patient.

though rest assured, he will grow bolder, eventually asking you to do all sorts of things that even you weren’t aware he knows about. he’s very eager to learn from you all the more, not just about the things that he prefers but what you also want! he’s extremely observant with your reactions, where you like to be touched.

let him take control every once in awhile, let him know that even in something as intimate as this, he can have a say. let him ride you until whenever, let him go at his own pace and he absolutely will lose his mind over that. the feeling of your arms around him, securing him in a tight hug while he drapes himself over you? dan heng will go nuts.

he’s also… very vocal. but he tries his best to keep it to a minimum lest you both let everyone in the express know what’s happening. usually though, you two only get frisky when everyone’s off the train and the only left are you, him, and dear ol’ pom-pom.

aftercares are everything to him, there’s something so touching at the fact that you are more than willing to still get up after being so spent just to make sure he’s comfortable after. you’re making this man cry, damnit! too good, too good.

never underestimate the tight grip he has on you — he’s usually the big spoon and he never hesitates to cling onto you. you’re like the safety that he finally found after running away from the things that trouble him. and every day with you is a day he always looked forward in waking up to.

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CAELUS — what the fuck is this? it’s not a dog or a cat. it’s a fucking trash panda.

ah yes, a raccoon with rabies (see: stellaron)

honestly, there’s no telling what is wrong with your boyfriend. it is… terrifying tbh. but you promised to be a supportive partner no matter how unnerving it is to see your beloved rummage through myriads of trash cans around belobog. more than once or twice, he has come up to you with a trash bag and even brought you a golden one.

you once asked what their use would be, and caelus just gave you a carefree smile while saying “we eat them to have better and stronger attacks against the enemy!” you quickly called dan heng and march to restrain him.

he texts you at the most ungodly hours. you don’t normally sleep at the same time as the other trailblazers since you took up the mantel in keeping watch of the express with pom-pom while the lot of you traversed through the heavenly galaxies of the universe. and because of that, your boyfriend just texts you until he falls asleep.

and when you are asleep in the day, before he heads out, he makes sure to tuck you in real good with a kiss for extra measure. seriously, he’s way too sweet for his own good. once or twice, you’ve caught him while you’re barely awake and he still manages to leave you flustered.

missions in different worlds means having to taste the myriad of delicacies a certain nation in a world has to offer. you both once ended up in a remote broken up island when the express made a quick stop in this one particular world that has… what do they call those again? archons? and you and caelus went ham on the dango milk (there was a distinct lack of trash cans around and everyone was safe from his addiction).

he loves you all too much, to the point where he’s attached to your hip, going wherever you go. getting all sulky when someone had your eye for a little bit longer. in that same nation in a world you stopped over, your eyes just happened to gaze a second longer at this young man with long braided blonde hair. though you were more interested in the tiny floating thing beside him, your raccoon was not able to inhale some copium and went all pouty at you.

either he ignores you, or he sends you a batch of sad pom-pom stickers in your beacon.

just wrap him in a blanket and fuck him silly, it can make him forget about the tiny things he was mad at you for. and just like dan heng, he can be very loud. so you kinda have to keep shushed up, a kiss usually does the trick however, so it shouldn’t be too hard to manage your little rowdy trailblazer.

he’s willing to take charge every now and then, he also still wants to make you feel good, after all! but he’s more of a pillow princess too, fuck him sideways and that gets him going, it makes him cry actual tears and alas, it was a blessing in your eyes to see him plead for you all the while trying to muffle his own sobs.

and after doing his head in, it is a must to spoon him after you clean him up. and maybe formulate a half-assed response when march comes knocking on your door, asking if you both fought or… let her come to an impending realization and just… make her not look at the both of you for a good week straight.

either way though, caelus is your pretty boy, always armed with witty teasing remarks and shitposts and a lot more stickers of pom-pom ready to flood your private messages with him.

10/10 -5 for the trash can obsession. ehe.

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awellreadmannequin · 8 months

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Archons ranked by how well they treat their catgirls

Unranked:

Zhongli - No authentic cat girls, but dishonourable mention for putting Ganyu and Yanfei in danger by not resigning like a normal person

Nahida - Honourable mention because if Sumeru had catgirls, she would take excellent care of them. Plus, there’s a whole darshan that specializes in animals and stuff, so that’s probably to her credit.

Makoto - She probably did a fine job, but being dead a tree means being unranked.

F Rank:

Furina - Fontaine’s sole catgirl was almost a victim of human trafficking until an agent of a foreign state intervened.

A Rank:

Ei - Despite abandoning Inazuma for 500 years, she did leave Miko in charge of the yōkai, which was a good choice considering Miko’s power and competence. This also meant she left Miko in charge of the catgirls and I think Kirara turned out alright? Points off for Miko’s general attitude which no doubt led to much teasing of innocent catgirls.

S Rank:

Venti - Let’s be honest: despite what he says and how he acts, Venti is very involved in his people’s lives. Mondstadt is home to an entire bloodline of catfolk and two very lovely catgirls. They both have rewarding careers and one of them even has an anemo vision. In fact, Fontaine’s catgirl has one too, suggesting he’s doing more for Lynette than Furina. Topping all this off, my man is ALLERGIC TO CATS. Truly, he is the supreme catgirl respecter of the Archon family.

#claire thoughts #genshin impact #ei #venti #zhongli #furina #genshin catgirls #genshin archons #genshin

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lanadelreyscokewhor3 · 1 year

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Matt and Peter trying to see who can fuck you better but they both fuck you so good that you become a babbling mess

i meshed two requests together, this one as well as matt and peter fucking villain! reader :)) i had a lotta fun with this one, enjoy!

VIGILANTE SHIT- P.B PARKER & MATT MURDOCK

Pairing: Peter! Matt! x Vigilante Black Cat! Reader (enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 8.8k

Warnings: SMUT, praise and degradation kink, mocking/ babying, petnames, teasing, swearing, mentions of blood/ violence (matt also bandages readers wound), bondage, dry humping, masturbation, breeding kink, man handling, overstim, fluff tho<33

"and i don't dress for villains, or for innocents.. i'm on my vigilante shit again. i don't start shit but i can tell you how it ends..."- vigilante shit, taylor swift

You had married the night.

It was your escape, your desires, your dreams. The stars were rings upon your fingers, the moon a shining spotlight through the clouds as you’d stalk your prey during the hunting hours.

You came alive in the darkness.

You felt like a burst of light, energy and power bursting through your veins. It was when you could take charge. When you could sneak up on people, make them fall to their knees and beg for salvation.

It was when you could get revenge on the people who deserved it most.

You had trained yourself to be a soldier. To have your guard up, to be alert and stealthy. The Black Cat, is what they had called you. You were quiet and flexible, getting in places the average person couldn't.

It was ideal for stealing.

“Stealing” things that didn't belong to the people who had stolen them in the first place. They didn't belong to the white, rich old men the prowled the upper parts of New York.

They didn't belong to the thugs and gangs in Hell's Kitchen either.

They belonged to you.

It was a waiting game, finding the right time to swoop in from your spot on the rooftops to scurry down and collect the goods. But it was one you were willing to play. You had played many games since your time on the streets in the twilight hours, like cat and mouse.

Matt Murdock and Peter Parker were crawling on you like spiders, and you had run into them more times than you could count. As fast as they appeared, you had fled.

They had no idea who you were, but you had made headlines. The thief in the night. The media didn't know anything. They liked to spin and twist lies for their own benefit, so that things would sell and people would become frightened.

What they didn't know- is that you only stole from people who deserved it.

Your own version of justice.

And right now, the men you were watching from the alleyway deserved it. You had been watching the Pirus gang now for days, hiding behind old warehouse containers and perching yourself upon balconies and ledges to spy upon them and their dirty deeds that made your own hands feel greasy with grime.

They had something that belonged to you. You had noted the 18k gold ring getting pocketed between them, a ring that had been gifted to your mother before she had passed.

You didn't care about the imaginary price tag that was attached to it, like these crooks did. You didn’t care you could sell it and easily make a hundred thousand dollars, waving goodbye to student debt and mortgage rates. You just cared that it was in a safe, and valuable place.

Tucked away in the little vintage jewelry box she had gifted you before she took her final breaths on that old, creaking bed.

A growl ripped through your throat as you saw them flip it up like a coin, hearing their mutters about ‘thank god the bitch is dead’. They were just a leap away. With a push, you could jump down upon the pavement, ripping them to shreds with your claws.

You had been patient enough, a clock ticking in your head with each second that had passed where the ring wasn't in your possession.

The ring was an easy target, and you shifted your weight stealthy to propel your body forward.

It was all coming together. It was easy.

Almost too easy.

As you guided yourself, eye on the prize- a sharp jerk yanked you back. The breath was stolen from your lungs, your scream muffled as a hand was placed across your mouth.

“Shhhh. Not a word.” the low voice murmured in your ear, his warm breath making the hairs on your neck rise with anxiety as you struggled against his chokehold grip he held on you against his large, solid body.

You were brought back in through the large warehouse window you had so stupidly turned your back on, too focused on the activities below to realize what was going on behind you.

Who was behind you, for that matter. You twisted your foot to step on his own, but he avoided it, clearly trained in combat as he fought back against your contained fight.

“Don’t make this harder for yourself sweetheart.” he growled, twisting you around to smash your body against the cold brick, the wind knocked out of you, too stunned to cry for help as he tossed you like a rag doll.

A black bandanna covered his eyes, toned body was hidden under the same black fabric, blood smeared across his cracked knuckles. You searched him for some recognition of who he was, but you were too dazed from the sudden assault, heartbeat racing too loud in your ears from adrenaline to think clearly enough.

“She's got fight in her man.” the mystery man smirked, as if you were a wild animal in a cage, desperate to get free.

Shivers broke out across your skin from under the leather as shocks went through your whole body, white, sticky webs clinging you to the wall like a mouse in a trap.

Then it clicked. Oh. Fuck.

“Oh you fuckers.”

A second body hung from the ceiling, emerging from the darkness into the dingy warehouse lighting, attached to a web as he waved at you from upside down.

“Well hello there!” he said cheerfully as if the three of you were all buddy-buddy and this was an everyday event.

“Was that a goddamn Star Wars reference?” you huffed, wanting to strangle the both of them.

“Yes. Maybe. Maybe yes.” He dropped from the ceiling, bouncing on his heels as he looked at you with interest through his mask, head tilted with curiosity.

“You need to slow your heartbeat. Calm down.” the masked man murmured lowly, listening to the increasing speed of its thumps as he neared you. It was then your vision cleared, and you could get a good look at them in the dimmed lighting.

Matt and Peter.

“I would be calm, if I wasn't webbed to a fucking wall right now.” you sang sweetly, making him smirk.

“It's for your own good.”

“Well technically, it’s for our own good because if she weren't bound she’d be clawing our faces off right now.” Peter noted, his voice fading in the distance as he found some random old chairs that were scattered in the corner.

“Peter’s right ya know.” you played along, the dragging of the chair's feet against the stone floor coming to an abrupt halt.

“You know my name?”

“Well duh. I’m not stupid, no matter how much you and Mr. Matthew over here may think I am.” You couldn't keep the sly smirk off your face, knowing you had them right where you wanted them.

You couldn't defeat them, and you knew the gang had most likely scrambled by now, along with your ring- but you could keep them talking.

“It's nice for us to finally be acquainted again.” Matt sighed, watching as Peter brought up the chair, plopping himself in one directly in front of you. As if you were a circus act, or the hottest new movie in the box office.

You huffed, not meeting his eyes as Peter curled his feet under him, sitting crisscross in the old, rusting chair. “What is this a therapy session?”

“Does it need to be? Tell me, my darling- how is your relationship with your father?” Peter asked mockingly, making you hiss out in response.

“Alright, alright enough. We just want to talk to you…”

“I’m not giving you my name.” you replied sharply, slightly struggling against the webs, having no luck of them weakening.

“How is that remotely fair?” Peter scoffed.

“Peter- enough. Fine, be that way. As I said, we just want to talk.” Matt exclaimed, cracking his knuckles as his head tilted to listen, surveying the nearby area with his ears.

“I think they left.” you murmured, and he nodded in response, mouth drawn into a hard line. “They left cause you scared them off with all your thrashing. Settle down woman, the webs won't break that easily.” Peter hinted, watching in amusement as you finally gave up, putting your head down in defeat.

“I hate you.” you murmured softly, quiet as a pin drop as you stared down at the cold concrete.

“Yeah, yeah tell us something we don't know.” Matt sighed, your eyes flickering back up to look at Peter, his legs still crossed in an almost childish manner as he leaned his head in his hands- appearing bored.

“Let's get this over and done with. What do you want to talk about?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

They were going to threaten you- obviously, or they'd try and talk you over with their magical words of wisdom, about how being ‘good’ was better than whatever the fuck you were doing. You didn’t care for it.

But you knew they wouldn't let you go until they said what they had to say.

You fought the urge to shiver, a cold breeze filtering through the broken windows, seething to chill your bones. Your nipples hardened, and you swore Matt’s head tilted slightly, a smirk dotting his face.

“You. Helping us.” Peter retorted, and before you could stop it, you laughed.

You laughed and laughed and laughed because what the fuck? That was the last thing you had expected them to say, his words seeming like an inside joke you weren’t involved with.

The cold had now disappeared, replaced with a warmth and bubbliness that pooled in the pit of your stomach.

“What?” was all you could gasp out, your sides hurting from the continuous laughter that poured out of you. You laughed partly because yes- it was funny, but also because you were confused and anxious. Not that they needed to know that of course.

“We need your help taking on Kingpin.”

There it was.

The laughter stopped. That name had left you scarred, your insides shriveling up at the whispers of memories that trickled through your brain.

“I don’t get involved with him.” you stated, voice hardened like cracked sugar. The air was sucked out of the room, and you saw fear and darkness slither across the brick.

“I know you don’t. That's why we’re now asking you to get involved with him, with us. We need another hand to play in his card game.”

“I don’t. Get. Involved.” you hissed, drawing out each symbol as if they were illiterate. Which they must have been. They must have been borderline stupid to think you would help them, with Kingpin nonetheless.

He was way out of your territory, and there were even lines you didn't cross once they were drawn.

“We’ll help you get your mother's things back.” Peter said cooly from his side of the room. Your head whipped towards him, eyes wide.

Maybe you didn't have the upper hand afterall.

“I don’t need your help.” Peter snorted, hand extending to the broken window, the one you had been perched out of a few minutes prior.

“Yeah. I’m sure.” he said sarcastically. “I had it under control, until you two showed up and ruined it.” you snarled.

“We saved you. They had multiple firearms on them, and you were severely outnumbered. The second you dropped, you would have been shot on the spot, too many bullets to stand a chance.” Matt replied to your outburst coolly. “But you wouldn't have known that, would you? They were tucked away, in their boots and under their jackets. Because if you did know, you would have been openly committing suicide, and that seems unlike you since theres jobs that still need to be done.”

You were silent. They had you in their webs. Quite literally, at that.

“I don’t have much of a choice, do I?”

“You always have a choice.” Matt replied softly, his demeanor seeming to change. Almost as if... as if he felt bad for you. As if he could see right through you, could feel the pain and sorrow in your heart that ripped and clawed at you daily, could feel the loneliness and anguish that haunted you.

Maybe he didn't have many choices in his lifetime.

His words were nearly comforting, but you knew they were one-sided. You did have a choice, but if you didn’t accept their offer- things wouldn't turn out good. Not that they would working with them anyways.

But what ‘choice’ did you really have?

“Fine. When do we start?”

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“It’s fucking cold.” you groaned, the air around you seeming brisker with each passing second. New York never seemed to be warm, the skin-tight suit plastered to you not helping the cause.

It was lightweight and stretchy, its fabric perfect for fighting and climbing- but it provided next to no warmth.

The sirens shrieked as they passed by under you, the city lights illuminating the two men next to you as you sat perched on the roof.

It had been a few weeks since the webbing incident, and you now waited- bored out of your mind for an instruction. It was unlike you to listen and not lead, but you wanted to see how the dice would roll.

You crouched low, the concrete block rough and bitter to the touch as you knelt at Peter’s level.

“It’s not cold. You’re just being a pussy.” Peter drawled, the wind whipping through his messy locks as he looked down, taking in the bustling traffic below.

The cars were all fancy here, all Porches and Bentleys on this side of town. It made you feel out of sorts, and uncomfortable in your skin.

“Did you just call me a pussy?”

“He meant it romantically.” Matt replied, your eyes meeting his sharp jawline as he sourced out the area from the other side of you.

“I did not.” he scoffed, a blush burning on his cheeks as he turned away, suddenly very interested with the stone ledge.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. When are we moving in?” you asked impatiently, rocking on the balls of your feet anxiously. It felt like you had been sitting up here forever, despite meeting them back near Hell's Kitchen over half an hour ago.

So in reality, you had really only been sitting here for a good twenty minutes. Yet, it dragged on.

Where was the action? The fighting? You were sick of waiting.

“Don’t even think of moving in without my signal.” Matt stated, sensing your anticipation as you sighed.

“What are we even waiting for?!”

“For them to take their fighting somewhere else.” Peter snorted, obviously as anxious to get going as you were, but it appeared he was more collected. He had been working with Matt a lot longer than you had, and you hoped to keep it that way.

You watched as Matt listened closely, obviously aware of the conversation that was appearing behind the glass in front of you. The two men were tall and build, almost double the size of you. Anger was written across their faces, buried in the creases of their foreheads as they yelled, hands frantically moving. Their black suits were wrinkled, blood dotting one's forehead as if a fight had occurred before this one.

You tilted your head, curious.

Were they not on the same side? Were they not both fighting for Fisk, defending him?

“They seem pretty angry for people who appear to be on the same side.” you hinted, trying to think of reasons they could possibly be so mad.

“You’d be surprised how competitive his men can get, when he's angry the way has been lately.” Peter stated, looking to Matt for instruction as a gun was cocked, hands going up in surrender.

“Should we intervene?”

Matt just shook his head.

“Let it play out.” was all he said. You despised how calm and collected he was about this. Part of you wanted him to be rash, so you could save him and yell at him for how stupid he was. But that wasn't his style, and you knew it never had been. He and Peter waited in the shadows, counting down the minutes until it was right to strike.

Suddenly another man appeared from the hallway, breaking up the fight. They left the room, and you felt your body instinctively moving forward, ready to leap, though you couldn’t reach.

“The documents Peter and I need are in the office across from that one, in a safe behind the painting behind the desks. All the offices look the same, it's an industrial office. You’re in charge of making sure no one comes up on this floor.”

“So what I’m on watch duty? You brought me along so I could protect you guys while you play capture the flag?” you scoffed. Seeing as to how they quite literally webbed you to a wall, asking for your help- you figured it’d be for something much cooler than this.

“For now.” was all he said, a tone in his voice indicating something else was on the table for a later date. “I don’t really have a choice in this.”

“You always have a choice.” he repeated, words echoing those at the warehouse.

“I’m going to fucking punch you.”

A laugh escaped Peter and he was quick to cover it with a slap to the mouth as he watched the stand down you had with Matt. Nothing was coming out of this, and you weren't expecting it to. But it was still fun to try and bother him anyways.

Nothing seemed to get under his skin, which irked you even more. He was the water to your fire, the voice of reasoning. Fuck his reasoning.

“Punch me and I’m telling you right now things will not end in your favor.” Matt snarled, hand grabbing your wrist as you raised it.

“I’ll take my chances.” you hissed back, hair raising on your arms like a cat’s from under your suit.

“Go.” he commanded sternly. “What?”

“Go. The floor is clear, for now. Peter’s taking you over.”

“Wha-” Before you could beg to differ, confused about what the man meant, you felt an arm wrap around your middle. Matt's grip released from your wrist, yet you could still feel the warmth of his skin against yours, the area where his fingers brushed you starting to tingle.

The wind rushed in your ears as Peter grabbed you, a web shooting from his wrist as he swung you off your feet. It took everything in you not to scream, the movement so quick and sudden you felt your lungs come out through your ribcage. You were soaring through the air, Peter's grip tightening on you as you watched the world blaze by in a blend of colours from under you, coming to a standstill as he stuck to the side of Fisks building.

You looked over to where you once were, finding it empty. Matt had already disappeared, not a whisper or a trace that he had ever been there remaining.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” you whispered, looking down and regretting it immensely.

“I thought you liked high places? Don’t all cats?”

“Not this high.” you whimpered, willing for him to pry open the window quicker than he was currently. Although you gave him credit, he was doing it one-handed after all.

“Just don’t look down. That's what I did before I got used to it.” he shrugged, and you clung to him tighter, breathing in the cologne he wore through his suit. It was nice, you realized, sort of hating yourself for liking it as much as you did.

All of a sudden the two of you were much too close, the air becoming hot and saccharine despite being almost twenty stories high, the wind whipping through your hair wildly.

He let out a small grunt as you heard the window click open, the glass freeing enough space for you to wedge your body through.

“This is the storage room, down the hall from the office we’ll be at. Stay close.” he instructed, and you scrambled to grip onto the window ledge. “And don't let yarn be a distraction.” he added teasingly, darting away before you could let out a sly remark in return.

“Asshole” you muttered to yourself, slowly and quietly shutting the window behind you. You had landed upon a shelf, filled with cleaning supplies. The smell of chemicals burned, your nose twitching with disgust as you took in your surroundings.

It was quiet in here, minus the gentle hum of the air vents. Dark as the night outside, you were stealthy and careful not to knock anything over as you leaped to the floor, the hard tile cold under your hands.

Mops, buckets, vacuums and brooms all were dotted against the walls, cleaning chemicals so advanced you didn't even know if you could pronounce them. Sometimes you forgot how much money this man really had. It seemed unimaginable.

Kingpin could probably buy the entire city if he wanted, in all honesty. You were rather confused why he hadn't yet, since that always seemed to be his endgame. Changing the city. Changing the way people lived, changing the way the economy ran to better suit his needs.

All this change that didn’t need to happen. He could change his shitty attitude, or even the paint colour in here. You thought with a sigh, dusting your hands off as you rose to your full height, on high alert as your hand reached for the door handle.

It was quiet outside. Too quiet.

You held your breath, feeling your lungs tighten as you slid beside the door. Your back was to the wall, heartbeat thumping in your chest as you heard a voice call from the end of the hallway, turning the corner.

Waiting wasn't something you were very good at, but you knew you had to time this right. The whole mission- and your life, depended on it. Just as his foot hit the hardwood in front of your hidden alcove, you swung the door open, arm reaching around his throat.

A meer gasp escaped him as you pounced on him, dragging him into the cleaning closet with you. His arm went back to hit you with his gun, but you had wrapped around him like a koala bear- his arms unable to you. His gun clattered to the ground as you kicked it, squeezing your arm around his airways even tighter as he fell back against a shelf.

You winced as the pain shot up your arm as he slammed you back against the wooden ledges, cleaning supplies rattling in the struggle.

“Can you pass out quieter?!” you hissed, feeling his grip lack as he slipped into unconsciousness. You jumped off of him as he thudded down to the ground, limbs spread out as his breathing steadied.

You sighed, dusting off your suit again with the quick bush of your hands. He had got dirt on you- the bastard. Grabbing underneath his armpits, you attempted to trudge the large, beefy man to sit against the shelf.

If he was going to be unconscious, he might as well ruin his posture in the process. It seemed like a fair trade, seeming as he almost pointed a gun at you and smacked your shoulders hard enough to see little black spots dot across your vision.

He would be out cold for a while, hopefully, long enough for your little boy scout duo to get their shit and scramble. You watched as he slouched over, proud of your handiwork. You were lucky he wasn't as large as the other guards you had seen, or else you weren't so sure your strategy would work.

Remembering you had a job to do, you slipped back over to the closed door, poking your head out slightly as you heard the ever so slight creak of a window close from the office down the hall.

Good. They got in.

You were scared to breathe, scared the rush of air whooshing through your trachea would set off some sort of alarm or trigger. It was like walking on pins and needles. The air seemed tighter here, stuffy as it weighed down on you. It was almost an unfamiliar presence was lurking nearby, someone you had seen in a nightmare once before, but had convinced yourself they weren't real.

Shivering, you tried your best to ignore it, slipping off behind the corner- somewhere you knew the cameras wouldn't be able to see you. Peter had already mapped out the floor plan earlier- his long, elegant fingers gliding over the page, his words tuning out slightly as you felt warmth spread through you the longer you watched his fingers point and tap.

You thought of them now as you watched the empty hallways, knowing they were probably gliding across the ridges of the mahogany desk as he waited for Matthew to finish his task.

They brushed against you now as you felt the hairs on the back of your neck raise, a ghost slipping through you.

Someone was watching you. Someone was here with you, and it wasn't Peter.

Before you could turn fully, hands reached for you, tugging you under an invisible wave. You were dragged under the surface, the shock and adrenaline causing you to gasp for air as they yanked you back against the wall.

Men came from all directions, swarming you. You kicked and clawed, getting in a good few punches as you struggled.

You were caught. Again.

But this time, they wouldn't be willing to talk- like Matt and Peter were. You didn’t know what they do, which was the scary part.

“MATT-” You managed to call out, quickly silenced as a butt of a gun was hit to your forehead, the force so strong your neck snapped back, head rolling limp as the sound of the crack reverberated through your ears.

The world turned dark, and you prayed deep down he had some idea what was happening to you at the time being.

He was a catholic. He’d hear.

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The world was fuzzy.

Everyone said that, that when their eyes opened it was difficult to see for a bit, shapes and colours blending together. But it was bad. Worse than they put it in the books, when they didnt know how else to change the scene, so they just made the character unconscious or whatever.

You feared you were trapped in a watercolour painting as your eyes opened, hand reaching up to grab the place where your head was throbbing like a jackhammer.

You ached for it to stop, moaning out in pain as the word started to reform itself.

“Shh, shh relax.” a familiar voice called, though he sounded slightly out of tune and distant. Matthew came into view as you turned your head, his hand reaching out to press you back into the pillows.

“What happened?” you croaked out, trying to hold back the tears as you felt dried blood crust on your forehead. There was the sound of water trickling as he twisted out a clean rag, the bowl on the bedside table scattered with medical supplies.

You managed to move slightly, allowing him to sit next to you on the bed, a slight frown on his face as he sighed.

“Peter ran out to back you up, but we were outnumbered. He grabbed you and we took off. There were too many of them swarming us for it to be a decent fight, especially because you were knocked out.”

The warm cloth was pressed against your gash, and you flinched from the sudden contact as he tended to you.

Who would have thought? Not you.

“I thought the Matthew Murdock never backed down from a fight?” you asked curiously, knowing it would twinge a nerve or two. But it didn’t. He just shrugged, setting the cloth back down next to the others.

“I do when someone who is on my side is hurt.” he stated, voice seeming to be filled with an emotion you couldn't quite decide on. It was a factual statement, and you were honestly shocked he wasn't more upset with you.

You were silent as he stood, bed creaking slightly from the removal of his extra weight, his arms hanging limp at his sides. It was then you could get a good look at him, though the lighting was dim in his apartment.

His knuckles were slightly smeared with dried blood, some slashes dotted across his forearms that seemed fresh.

But he was unbothered.

He had put on the mask you had put on so many times before, becoming a soldier. Becoming guarded.

“It’s not as bad as it looks.” he noted, sensing your gaze on the marks that dotted across his exposed skin. All you could do was clear your throat as you peeled your eyes from him, desperate to think of anything else but running your fingers across his skin.

You focused on the red numbers from the analog that stared at you, seeing it was an odd hour in the early morning. The heavy rain pattered against the windows, the comforting sound reminding you of nights at your mother's, listening to the rain hit the tin.

Her soft perfume would wrap you in an embrace as she’d lie with you, book in hand as you’d drift off to sleep. The sound always brought you back to a place of serenity, even in the toughest of times. You urged to find yourself back to the memories of her, but were interrupted by the sound of the door slamming, and the squealing of wet boots.

“He returns triumphant.” Peter called from the entrance, a plastic bag dropping to the ground with the water that dripped from his coat as he shrugged it off.

You groaned, forcing yourself to swing your legs over the bed, the hardwood cold against your feet. Pushing up, you wobbled slightly as you rose to your full height- feeling like a fawn on its new legs.

“Did Claire cause a fuss?” Matt asked, flicking on a light from around the corner. You heard water run from a faucet as Peter shook out his dripping hair, running his fingers through it before carrying the bag over to him.

“No, no she seemed fine with it. Kinda rushy but-” His attention slid over to you, concern across his features.

“Hey, hey you're supposed to be in bed.”

“I don't like you.” you murmured, trying to shoo him away as he walked towards you.

“I don't care. You’re supposed to be resting.” he sighed, rolling his eyes as you protested. Peter's hands were warm, despite being outside in the crisp, chilled New York air as they picked you up gently.

He treated you as if you were a piece of fine china when he walked, moving ever so slowly to avoid jutting you around more than necessary. It was odd, considering you both had given each other the side eye more times than you could count.

You weren't used to the attention. You weren't sure if you liked it or not, it was too unfamiliar and new. But you accepted it, tucking your head to your chin as you clutched his sweater tighter, the clenching of your fists bringing you relief.

He carried you to the bathroom, the brighter lighting making you squint as he entered. Matt stood at the vanity, the bag of goods Peter had picked up scattered out on the counter. You gulped at the sight of the medical tools, the needle and thread making your skin crawl.

“I think I’m fine.” you said, anxiously clearing your throat as Peter set you down beside the sink. Matt resumed his doings, gathering the thread as if this were an everyday occurrence for him.

It very well could be, you realized.

“Seriously, I’m okay-”

“Hold her still.” Matt insisted to Peter as you made a move to slide off the counter. Panic swarmed you like flies, maggots chewing away at your lungs as you found it harder and harder to breathe.

It wasn't because of the boys, far from that. They had taken quite good care of you, despite the circumstances. It was the needle, the damn needle that made your stomach turn in on itself.

The idea of something sewing through layers of your skin did not sit right with you. You wanted to turn to the invisible camera, break the fourth wall during this shit.

“Can you believe this shit? I can help take down Fisk, but I’m scared of a small needle? (and commitment sometimes)”

“Breathe.” Matt commanded sternly as his hand gripped your thigh, sensing your bubbling fear. You shook your head frantically, your stomach starting to clench.

A gentle touch to your other thigh startled you, and you looked over in alarm as Peter's fingers brushed your skin, his eyes seeming to bleed raw with empathy. He seemed genuinely concerned for you, and you welcomed his touches with open arms as you started to shake and buzz with nerves.

“Kitty, it’s okay. I promise you, he knows what he’s doing.”

”I used to stitch up my dad after his fights when I was a kid. I’ve been doing it my whole life.” Matt replied softly. “It’s not that it’s just… it grosses me out. The needle- I mean.”

Matt tilted his head slightly, a small little smile on his face. The one you had seen so much when you were around him in the short period of time, the one he did when he was teasing you.

You wanted to rub it off his face, smear it like chocolate into his skin with the palm of your hand.

“You’re a brave lil thing. You’ll be okay.” You closed your eyes, doing anything to dissociate, anything to convince your mind you were in a better place. Knuckles clenched around the counters edge, nails scratching the sharp surface as you keened.

“I’ll be gentle.” he murmured in your ear, close enough so that you could breathe in his scent, could feel the heat that pulsed off him in a sinusoidal wave.

He was far, yet so close in your mind, sight like tunnel vision as you tried not to be consumed by him. But it was impossible. The soft gentle squeeze on your thigh took away from Matt's actions, and you exhaled softly, steadily.

In for four. Hold for four. Out for four. In for four. Hold for-

“Which one of them did this to you?” Peter asked you benevolently, finger strumming a steady rhythm. You were scared for him to stop.

Suddenly, you didn't want to be left alone anymore. It was strange how the human body could react like this, how it could change and fluctuate depending on each situation was thrown at it. It wasn't equipped to handle them alone. It was a machine, but was unusable, nor was it well-oiled if someone wasn't there to support it.

In some cases, that was the last person you'd ever expect in your life to keep its maintenance.

“I’m not sure. He had a scar, right across his cheek. That’s all I could see of him, before the others came.”

Silence. Then another beat.

“We’ll kill them all.” was all he said, eyes slipping up to admire Matt's handiwork. Matt nodded, humming to himself softly as he patched you up with ease. Your eyes threatened to bulge out of their head at their comments, shocked that they could talk about this so… so lightly.

And for you? They would kill for you, someone they could barely stand to work with. It rubbed you the wrong way.

There was more to this than you realized.

“I thought the two of you didnt kill?” you asked hesitantly, gritting your teeth so hard they hurt as you felt Matt tug on the final stitch.

The two of them just shrugged. You didn't like how much they shrugged.

“We don't really.”

Then this was personal. This was about Fisk. You needed- no ached for more answers for the more questions that brewed in your mind,

Why Fisk? Why bring you into this? They most likely weren't planning on killing them because of you. You seemed too insignificant. There was a larger cause behind this, if it was driving them to killing instincts.

“So why?” You couldn't help but speak your current interest, too many questions churning deep inside the labyrinths of your mind.

“Done.” Matt sighed, ignoring your questions. A chill spread through your thigh as you felt Peter's hand slip from the surface of your skin, slightly scarred but smoothen after healing.

It felt like a shock, his hand retracting as if he was zapped from you. As if the trance was broken, and things were back to normal. Where you hated him, and he hated you, and neither of you could look at each other for more than two minutes without making faces like children.

His footsteps were silent, cat-like as he removed himself from the tension sharp enough you could cut it with a knife- as he should.

You’d go, or he would.

You slipped from the counter, watching as Matt started to put his supplies in random drawers, although they weren't random to him. He opened each one swiftly, knowing exactly where to put each item where.

You stood still, hoping he’d provide you with the answer you desired. You didn't want to leave this apartment without one.

But he ignored you, acting as if you weren't there. A childlike tendency was brewing inside you, and you fought the urge to not stop your foot against the cool tile and huff.

“Matt?”

“Yeah?”

Why won't you tell me anything? Why am I being left in the dark? Why, just why can't you tell me anything? But you didn't want to push anything.

It was too soon. You had a feeling deep down, small but visible, that’d they'd tell you at some point. Patience was key. It was key in that cleaning closet, and it was key now. It had overtaken so many parts of your life- being patient. It was difficult to master, but it was essential for independence.

“Thank you. For stitching me up, and taking care of me. I appreciate it.” you nodded, not waiting for a reply before you stepped out of the bathroom, heart heavy in your hands.

It had weighed on you- how exhausted you were. It was a lot for your body to handle, in such a short period of time. It was hard for you to admit it to yourself, but you registered the fact you hadn't done something as extreme as this.

Of course you had taken down organizations before, small little street gangs and such that caused disturbances to your true targets.

But this? Fisk? It was a lot. And you had a very strong feeling it wouldn't be ending soon.

The sound of a glass shifting across the table made you jump, the scraping of the glass against the mahogany an uncomfortable pause in the everlasting silence.

Peter’s hand closed around the cup, adams apple bobbing as he chugged the water back.

“You gonna sleep in just that?” he asked, eyebrow raised with a sly grin on his face. You looked down, the oversized tank top hanging down just past your knees.

You presumed it was one of Matt’s considering how large it was on you- and the fact all you had on you at the time was your suit.

They had seen you mostly naked. Oh my god.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you looked back up at him, determined not to let the humiliation you felt win. Besides, Peter was more pretty to look at than the floor anyways.

“What else am I supposed to wear? You gonna be a pervert?” His hands flew up in mock defense, eyes widening.

“No, no I’m a gentleman. Just worried you’ll be cold, that's all.”

“These floors better be heated then.” you shrugged, snagging a warm fuzzy blanket off the arm of the couch.

“No ones sleeping on the floor. I’m on the couch, you're with Parker in the bed.” Matt chipped out, emerging from the bathroom at last. It was as if he was your conversation- not wanting to interrupt in case someone said something snarky and he’d drop the popcorn.

It took you a second to understand what he said fully, feeling incompetent.

“The bed?”

“The bed.” You shook your head hectically, the room blurring.

“I can sleep on the floor.”

“I know you can.” he replied, hand touching the lower area of your back as he passed you, making you shiver.

“But it’d be much better if you slept in the bed with your injuries. And besides, what guest sleeps on the floor?” he asked coyly, fluffing up the couch pillows.

Peter’s smile was mischievous as ever, a glimmer in his eye as he took you in.

“C'mon kitty. I don't bite. Promise.” You refused to trust a promise from Parker. But you felt your feet begin to automatically walk over to the comfort of the bed, with its warm sheets that smelt of lavender.

Today was bundles of nightmares all smashed into each other, toppling over one another to cram themselves into the twenty-four hours.

What would sleeping next to Parker do to add to that?

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Though it wasn't nightmares- the opposite in fact, it was more trouble to your own morals than you thought was possible.

You woke just as the sun rose, only managing to muster a few hours of shut eye despite the events before. Though your injuries were numbed from pain meds, it was spent tossing and turning between the sheets, trapped in the labyrinth of your own mind.

You were internally angry at yourself, mad at the attraction you felt towards the two men. It had only been a few weeks, and anytime their eyes lingered on you for too long you felt your panties start to dampen.

You wondered if they could tell.

The idea that they could excited you even more.

This wasn't supposed to happen, this little rendezvous of sexual tension between the three of you. You were the villain, they were the heroes. The villain wasn't supposed to clash with the hero in that way- it was off-script.

Yet you felt frozen in place as the birds chirped, Peter's warm body so close to yours you felt the hardening bulge in his pj pants- his large arm draped over your body.

Everyone was still asleep as far as you knew, but you wouldn't be surprised if Matt was awake. He was as quiet as a mouse, most likely listening to your quickening heartbeat as Peter's arm brushed against your hardened nipples, and you opened your legs slightly.

You swallowed, too afraid to make a sound.

“Mmm here kitty, kitty.” he whispered, voice husky and laced with sleep against your scalp.

Your eyes widened.

Was he dreaming about you?

Shifting, you brushed the curve of your ass against his bulge, making him groan. There was no harm in a little fun- was there? It’s not like you were in love with them or anything.

Who said you couldn't mess around for a bit- act on that sexual tension?

You heard his breath catch in his throat, eyes opening slowly to feel you pressed up against him.

“Were you dreaming of me?” you asked innocently, starting to slowly tease him, his fingers brushing circles against your hardened nipples.

“I like when you do that, ya know. They're so sensitive.”

“You minx. You're being a tease.” he growled softly, pinching your nipple harshly as you softly yelped.

“Don’t you like it when I’m a tease though bug boy? It just means you’ll have to train me real good.” you smiled, turning back to give him puppy dog eyes, resulting him practically dry-humping you.

You knew Matt could smell your sweet arousal, and you wondered how long he would hold off before yelling at the two of you to stop fucking around on his bed.

“I thought you hated me?”

“I do. But you feel so good.” you sighed, coy smile blooming as he shimmed lower, teeth sinking deep into your neck as he slid his hand down to part your legs even further.

“Such a fucking whore. Just some cock will shut you up- won’t it?”

You nodded frantically, the hiss that slipped from his lips sounding like music to your ears as he felt how wet you were through the flimsy fabric.

“Please. Please I’ll be so good I promise-” you begged, squirming with anticipation as he chuckled lowly.

“Oh so now she switches up hmm? Silly girl.” he cooed, slipping your thong to the side. You couldn't believe this was really happening. It made your head spin, made your limbs tingly at the thought alone how wrong this was.

Wasting no time, he tugged down his boxers, slowly teasing you as he slid the tip along your wet folds. You knew he was doing it just to spite you, and you were insistent on not giving him the satisfaction.

Biting your lip, you shivered as he toyed with you- a cat playing with its dinner.

“Oh so no back talk now? Good.” he growled, sliding it in to the hilt, making you slap your hands over your mouth with a means to silence the moans that threatened to escape.

Though there was no point, Matt heard every little breath and whimper you protruded, cock hard and heavy in his hands as he stoked it like some pervert.

Peter stuffed you to the brim, brushing your g-spot as he tossed his head back in pleasure.

“F-fuck-” you whimpered, almost unable to speak with how sudden the stretch was. It sent fire coursing through your veins, an adrenaline rush bringing you back to when you were in his arms on the rooftop.

“Fuck is right, Jesus Christ you feel so good. So fuckin tight.” he moaned, slowly sliding out of you, feeling your juices coat the base of his cock as he thrust into you hard enough to send your body jolting before he steadied you.

A new body had entered the room, his presence searing and as hot as embers. Little moans escaped your mouth as you stared at Matt, mouth agape, eyes wide as Peter hammered into you.

“In my bed? Really?” he smirked, and you followed his happy trail down to where his large, veiny hand palmed himself as he heard your heartbeat skip a beat.

“Well someone’s happy to see me. Hmm kitty?”

You moaned, hiccuping on your spit and drool as Peter’s thrusts became more erratic. By the way he was handling you, you knew he didn’t care how quickly you came.

He was using you as a toy, a means to get off. That turned you on even more.

“You’ll get your turn with her after Matty. We talked about this.” he mused, watching your breasts bounce from his harsh manhandling.

“Oh, I know. It’s only fair, isn't it kitty?”

“Y-yeah.” you choked out, Matt’s fingers reaching out to wipe the drool that had dribbled from your lips, swirling his tongue around the coated digit and releasing it with a pop.

“She’s already going dumb. Like a bitch in heat.” Peter smiled, him and Matt holding you steady as your body instinctively attempted to wiggle away from the intense waves of overstimulation, his moans ringing out throughout the room as he came in you with a grunt.

“She just needs to be bred.” Matt smiled, tugging off his boxers and your eyes nearly rolled at the sight.

This was addicting. The way they were making you feel, the way they spoke to you as if you were just a toy for their pleasure. But that's what you liked. Which made it so you knew it would be even harder to avoid this scenario again. It was like a drug.

His hand gripped your chin, forcing your gaze on his as Peter slid out of you, cum oozing out all over your puffy, swollen cunt as you whined from the abrupt emptiness.

“Shhh. You’re fine.”

Your body was limp as Matt took over, flipping you on your stomach, knees bent with your ass in the air. Kisses trailed down your spine, thin tanktop slung somewhere in the room.

You didn’t know. You didn't care.

All you cared about was the way he handled you, so gentle compared to Peter. But you knew he’d get rough soon.

“S’too much-” you mumbled sleepy against the sheets, feeling spent.

“She's spent. Fuckin whore is cockdrunk.” Peter smirked, shrugging on a t-shirt as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

It felt dirtier with him watching in a way, knowing his eyes would linger on you in your most vulnerable state.

“But she had so much backtalk with us these past few weeks. What happened to that now angel?” Matt asked mockingly as he slid back in you, stuffing Peter's cum back into your abused hole again.

“Mhm-” you moaned, fisting the sheets as he entered you. He was more patient than Peter, slowly filling you instead of slamming to the hilt- but the stretch was just as delicious.

“M’so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” you mindlessly babbled- for what you didn't know. You just wanted to be good, to make them happy, and to please them. If that meant shattering your ego, then so be it.

“Silly girl.” Matt provoked, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he started to use you as he saw fit. You sunk your head deeper into the pillows, tears starting to stream down your cheeks from the sensitivity.

“M’gonna cum-” you hiccupped cautiously, seeing as Matt’s pace was not stopping for anything, or anyone.

“Yeah? Go ahead baby. I’ll let you, since Parker was being so cruel.”

“She was being a tease. She had to learn a lesson.” Peter mused, teeth digging into his lower lip as he watched where you and Matt connected, knowing his cum was being shoved further into you.

“But she’s such a sweet girl. Deep down, you just wanna please us, don’t you baby? Your little demeanor doesn't fool us.”

You felt your brain go fuzzy, his voice sounding distant as you came around his cock with a high pitched whine.

“Atta girl kitty.” Peter called, creaming Matt’s cock as he stilled, filling you up just the same. His grunts were like music to your ears, following you as you came down from the little cloud you were perched on.

“So good baby. Just stay put, yeah?” Matt murmured, and you didn’t even have the strength to nod as he slowly inched his way out of you, both of their cum now slowly spilling out of you as your legs twitched and quivered.

You couldn't move even if you wanted to. Your body felt like jello, and you felt your lower half slowly slide down onto the bed as you whimpered.

“Hurts s’bad.” you groaned, Peter's hand finding its way to stroke your cheek bringing you some form of comfort as you heard Matt start to run the tap, warm water spewing out onto a clean washcloth.

“I know kitty. But you did so good for us. It’s okay, just go back to sleep yeah?”

You nodded, eyes starting to droop as you clung to consciousness.

“I fucked her better you know.” Peter called, making Matt scoff as he returned with the damp fabric in hand.

“Yeah right. Older men just do it better Parker.” he shrugged, and you almost wanted to deride them. They were bickering like children and if you were in the position to bicker back- you would.

The feeling of the cloth against you made you jolt, and Peter reached out to steady you, rubbing small soothing circles on your back as Matt cleaned you.

It was strange and unfamiliar, the kindness and soothing physical contact the men were showing you. You bathed in it, scared it would all slip away like sand when the after-orgasm haze wore off.

“I’m sure Murdock. But who got to have her first?”

“Because she was sleeping right next to you! In my bed, may I add.”

You rolled your eyes, their endless arguing lingering over to the kitchen as you clung to the warm blankets that smelt of them.

It was going to be a long day indeed.

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stayteezdreams · 11 months

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Good Luck Charm: Part One

Plot: When your cat takes a liking to a nearby neighbor, nothing seems to stop her from escaping.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Lee Minho x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series Masterlist-

Warnings: Nothing I can think of :)

Words: 2.4k

"Charm!" You called out softly as you walked through your apartment. "Charm! Come here baby!" You called again, your voice becoming a slightly higher pitch as you tried to get your cat to come out of wherever she was hiding.

Checking her normal spots, but not seeing her, you felt your heart rate spike. Walking around your apartment you continued calling out to her, your panic rising as you couldn't seem to find her anywhere.

Entering your living room, your eyes landed on the window, it was open only a small amount. It was normal for you to open it, and Charm, in your three years of having her, a few months of which were in this apartment, had never even attempted to get out, so why now?

Running over to the window, panic now obvious as you feared she had been gone for too long, you opened the window and stuck your head out.

Your eyes immediately landed on Charm as she sat on the sidewalk below. "Charm!" You called out, watching as she turned around and looked up at you, meowing softly.

After a few attempts of trying to get her to climb back up, and her stubbornly refusing. You ran down to the street as fast as you could, relieved to find her sill sitting on the sidewalk when you got there.

Getting back into your apartment, after chastising her the whole way back, you made sure the window was closed before you allowed yourself to relax.

"You lost your window privileges, I hope you don't miss fresh air too much" You spoke to her as she sat at your feet, an innocence in her eyes you couldn't resist. "Maybe I can get a screen installed."

You sighed after a moment before walking into the kitchen, Charm following close behind "How about some dinner then you jerk."

As you stared at Charm ignoring her food, you feared maybe she was sick, or maybe got hurt on her adventure outside.

"Or did someone pity you and feed you?" Charm stared blankly at you "Is that why you went out? You smelled food on someone who went by?"

Getting no response you shook your head "That have better been a one-time attempt young lady."

You left Charms food on the ground as you began to settle for the evening, hoping the stressful event of the day would not be repeated again.

A few days had passed since Charm and her adventure outside, and you had nearly forgotten about it. Though the window had remained closed.

Until now that is.

You had gotten distracted and forgot your food on the stove, causing the food to burn, and smoke to fill your kitchen. Rushing to the window to open it, you chased out all the smoke, but not before setting your fire alarm off.

After ten minutes of manic fanning and two failed attempts and shutting the alarm off, you plopped down on your couch, breathless.

"So much for lunch." You mumbled as you looked around, noticing a light smokey air still lingering in your apartment.

Your eyes landed on the window before the sudden remembrance of Charm popped into your head. "Oh no."

Running to the window you looked out, just in time to see her familiar fluffy tail disappearing down the sidewalk.

"Charm! You yelled out in panic before rushing from your apartment.

Minho hummed softly to himself as he walked back to his dorm, grocery bags in hand and thoughts bouncing from various things. He looked around him as he got a whiff of smoke 'Smell's like someone burned their lunch.' he thought to himself with a smirk.

Suddenly hearing a drawn out meow from behind him, Minho stopped and turned around, spotting a familiar cat charging towards him.

"Oh, you again!" He said softly as he stopped and crouched down, petting the cat as she began rubbing against his legs. "Did you escape again?" He asked with a smirk, but worry sat in his chest hoping she hadn't gotten too far from her home.

His ears caught on another noise as he heard a panicked yell. Looking up, another moment passed before he heard someone calling out a second time. Suddenly, from around the corner, he watched as you appeared, panic on your face.

As your eyes landed on him and then to the cat, he saw relief wash over your face and he almost smiled.

"Charm!" You called out, exasperation in your tone as you jogged up to him.

Minho stood up, his eyes now glued to you as he took you in.

You were disheveled, obviously from chasing your cat, but you were still attractive. As your eyes met his, he felt his chest tighten a bit as you smiled in greeting, though you held an awkwardness in it as you looked at Minho.

Charm meowed before she ran up to you, rubbing against your legs, you immediately crouched down and picked her up "Why did you do that again?" You asked softly as you held her tight to your chest before looking up and meeting Minho's eyes again.

It was now that Minho realized he had not stopped staring at you. Afraid he might freak you out, he smiled and cleared his throat softly.

"So she does have an owner then."

You smiled and nodded "Yes" you let out a soft laugh "I swear she doesn't do this often, just twice, now, and both were recent."

"Yeah, we've met before." Minho said with a chuckle as he looked at Charm.

"You have?"

He nodded as he met your eyes again, he motioned towards the road you had come from "When I was coming back from the store, just like today, she appeared in the street. I pet her for a while, and even gave her some cat treats, which I hope you don't mind." He added on quickly.

You shook your head and smiled "No, I don't! Though that explains why she didn't eat her dinner." You thought for a minute before you spoke softly "Do you, walk by often, by chance?"

He nodded and you let out a knowing hum "I think she has a crush." You mumbled as you kissed her head before looking at Minho with a light panic in your eyes, which you followed up with an awkward laugh.

Minho smiled as he let out a chuckle, taking a step closer as he reached out and quickly pet Charm's head "You called her Charm?"

You nodded your head "Yeah, 'cause she's my good luck charm, though recently she's testing her luck."

Minho chuckled "And what's your name?"

You met his eyes, and felt a bit surprised before you smiled "Oh, Y/n"

His smile softened and you felt your heart thump "I'm Lee Minho."

You nodded politely "It's nice to meet you Lee Minho, thank you for being kind to Charm." You added on softly, your voice suddenly becoming shy.

He tilted his head a bit as he smiled, his eyes going back and forth between you and Charm "No problem."

After a moment of silence you cleared your throat "I should get going, I don't think I locked my door behind me when I ran out." You chuckled.

He continue to smile widely at you as he nodded. You took a step back as you gave him another smile "Bye."

He gave you a slight bow as he let out a soft laugh "Bye."

Turning, you began walking away hugging Charm tightly to your chest, probably a bit more than you intended as she squirmed against you. But your heart was pounding so heavy in your chest you barely noticed.

As you rounded the corner, you looked back, and felt your heart leap when you saw Minho still standing in the same spot, watching you with a soft smile still present on his face.

You quickly looked away, trying not to smile as you walked faster back to your apartment.

Looking down at Charm you spoke in a whisper. "So is he the reason why you keep escaping?" she meowed softly and you nodded "I don't blame you honestly."

When you had first rounded the corner, and saw him crouched down petting Charm, your breath seemed to disappear. You hadn't expected to see someone so gorgeous, not to mention kind. Especially since you were out of breath, probably visibly disheveled, and smelling like smoke.

You clenched your eyes shut, hoping he didn't think you looked crazy. As you made your way back into your apartment, you wondered if you'd see him again. You wanted to see him again, but you hoped next time you wouldn't be in such shambles.

Minho wasn't really sure why he couldn't stop staring at you, or how he couldn't look away as you left. He wasn't sure why he wanted to call out to you as you did, wanting to know more about you.

When you looked back at him as you rounded the corner, and he swore he saw a smile starting to form, he felt his heart clench.

After you disappeared from view, and he finally continued on his way home, he wondered if he would see you again. He knew what street you must live on. So maybe, he could make a few more extra trips to the store this week? Just in case he might see you again.

As you grunted, struggling to open your door, arms full of grocery bags, your eyes moved around your apartment before landing on Charm. She was staring forlornly out of the window, which now had a security screen on it.

Dropping a bag, you cursed under your breath before you not so gently dropped the rest of your bags onto the floor. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, a small brown figure darted past.

"Wha-" Looking to see Charm dart down the hall, you almost tripped as you ran after her, slamming your door behind you "Charm!"

You called her in desperation as she made her way down the stairs and towards the street. "What has gotten into you!" You yelled out, though in the back of your mind, behind the panic, was the thought of Minho. Did she see him out the window? Is she looking for him?

As your feet hit the pavement outside, your question was answered as you saw her running up to a familiar figure, who was staring at her with a look of surprise and amusement.

Minho's eyes followed where she had come from, landing on you as you appeared breathless and distraught from the nearby building.

You gestured your arms in bewilderment as you jogged over, Minho couldn't help the giggle that escaped him.

This was the fifth time he had walked down this street since he had met you last week. And every time his eyes scanned the area for Charm, and for you, always wondering how nearby you were, and if he might run into you again.

As you approached him, his eyes scanned over you, you were much more put together than last time, though a bit breathless. As you smiled sheepishly at him his heart leapt in his chest.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you approached him "Hello again" You said with a soft breathy laugh.

"Hello." He said with a wide smile, that made your heart jump.

Grabbing Charm and scooping her up into your arms you looked up at your apartment window "She must have seen you walking by, she darted out the door as I was bringing in groceries."

He let out a soft laugh as he looked at Charm who meowed softly. Reaching out to pet her he didn't stop smiling "My existence seems to be causing you trouble." He joked as he met your eyes.

You smiled and shook your head "I don't think I'd call it trouble."

"No?" He asked with a soft tilt of his head, causing your ears to grow hot.

"Maybe...just a added excitement I wasn't expecting?"

He smiled, his own ears growing hot, he hoped his hair was long enough to cover them so you didn't notice.

Shyly looking down at Charm, you smiled softly "I don't know why she decided to grow so attached to you."

"Cats tend to like me. I have three myself."

"Oh?" You showed obvious curiosity at this, which made his heart warm.

He nodded "They live with my parents though."

"Oh." You nodded in understanding, you had only recently found a place to live that allowed you to have cats. "Maybe that's why she likes you, she knows she can trust you. But, she seems to have developed separation anxiety." You added on jokingly.

Minho grinned, speaking before he really though about it "Maybe we should fix that huh?"

Your eyes darted up to his, as he smiled with a raise of his brow. His heart was pounding but he was hiding his nervousness.

"Maybe you could bring her out every once and a while for a visit? Maybe she wont keep escaping."

Your heart was pounding in your chest at the idea. You smiled, hoping your face wasn't flushing too much. "Or, you could come in and visit her yourself on occasion."

You were surprised at yourself for suggesting it, but as Minho's face turned from surprise to a bright smile you felt a bit of relief.

"That works too." He said softly, his eyes staring into yours.

He took a small step closer and you felt your breath catch. He started to pet Charm before he spoke with an added shyness to his own voice.

"She really is a good luck charm isn't she?"

"How do you mean?" You asked curiously, your voice soft.

His eyes slowly left Charm and met yours, there was a softness in his gaze that could have made you swoon had you less control over yourself.

"I was hoping I'd see you again. And here you are. Because of her."

You were speechless for a moment, before you spoke softly. "You wanted to see me again?"

He nodded, a small smile on his face. Spotting redness in his ears, you realized he was feeling as effected as you were. You couldn't help but smile.

"I was hoping the same." You admitted with a quiet voice, that only made Minho's smile widen as he stared at you with starry eyes.

Charm looked between the two of you, before letting out a small meow. You couldn't help but wonder, maybe this was her plan all along.

xx End xx

-Part Two-

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sweetnothingtm · 1 year

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HUSH// simon riley x reader

pairing simon “ghost” riley x f!reader

word count +5k

content warning +mdni!! nsfw, thigh riding, spanking, light knife play, hair pulling, light degrading, slight orgasm denial

authors note I feel filthy after writing this, in a good way, I hope you throw up you sick freak

heavily based on the song hush by the marias

This all started because of your nasty little attitude. You were leaning against Soap, eyes blinking away exhaustion and yawns slipping past your lips as you waited patiently along the rooftop. A simple hostage experiment, clean cut and a breeze for the rest of the task force. Yet you had to fuck it up by being a brat.

“Stay focused, kid.”

“Is that an order, Lieutenant?” You said, playfulness lacing your tone as your head rests against Soaps shoulder. He chuckled beneath you, his face pressed to the scope.

“You really wanna do this right now?” His voice is steeled over the radio. There’s a silence that followed as you look to the abandoned hotel across the field, a flash of white catching your eye. You smiled, fingers pressing down on the walkie-talkie.

“Affirmative, sir.”

Soap casted a glance in your direction, eyebrow raised. You nudged him softly, a little laugh bubbling up from your chest. It’s always been like this, your quick jokes and comfortable personality stuck to Ghost like a thorn in his side. He takes it with ease, always grunting in response and ignoring the ways in which you manipulate his heart. Every day, except for today. Soap rolled his eyes, focusing back on the task at hand.

Ghost didn't answer. A gentle quiet ensues as you continue to make yourself comfortable against your teammates body. You’re new, but the team has warmed up to you quickly. Like a stubborn child with no remorse, there’s always a little twinkle of mischief in your eyes. Sharp, cautious and playful, you became everybody’s favorite. Except for his.

“Careful, sweetheart. Just might think you need a little punishment.”

You held your breath, cheeks turning a shade darker. His voice was thick, dark and teasing in a way you haven’t heard before. The Lieutenant was watching you from a hundred meters away, teeth grinding together in irritation as your soft little voice rings through the comms once more.

“And if I did? What will you do then?”

»»————-　➴　————-««

You’re alone now, save for the ominous sounds of your footsteps and the ghost that’s haunting you. Unbeknownst to you, there’s a pair of eyes smudged with black paint that watches your every move.

Your boots crunch beneath the gravel and stray debris of what was once a home. Uniform covered in dirt and grime, your breath comes out shallow and even as you sneak through the city of rubble.

There’s a gentle breeze that carries itself through and around your hunched figure, a hand instinctively rubs away the sweat from your forehead. It’s the heart of summer, sweat glistening against your skin and ripples of heat are rolling through the flattened land.

You risk a glance around the corner of a building, eyes scanning for any stray ghost. His ghost.

It’d been two hours since your feet landed on the unfamiliar soil. The haunting gaze of your Lieutenant rests comfortably in the back of your mind. A routine exercise meant to blow off steam within the task force, and to weed out the rookies. You. You knew it too, when he looked straight at you, voice laced with venom.

You need a reminder of who’s in charge.

Fresh meat for the slaughter, you’d nodded your head innocently as he pushed a rifle into your arms, blank rounds falling into your hands. You’ve been on the force for seven months, always underestimated and coddled like a child. You knew Soap and Gaz were waiting for you now, their faces plastered with a knowing smirk as you and the Lieutenant stand on opposite sides of the field.

A game of cat and mouse, and he would do anything to catch you.

The Lieutenant was a grim and foreboding presence that you drank from like a glass of wine. Always eager to please and ready to submit, you dotted on the idea of being his. He’d mentored you, molded you to be everything he wanted from you, the ghost of his fingertips always adjusting the weapon in your hands. A little higher, kid.

He’d catch you in the halls, his dark eyes dancing slowly on your figure as you blushed scarlet. Arms always crossed and gaze demeaning, you melted under him without hesitation. Your little crush for the brooding ghost was building itself into a forest fire. He’s your superior, the one who recommended you for the team, his sloppy signature still stained on the paperwork. You did everything to please him, but it still wasn’t enough.

Darting through the empty streets, you stumble through a door kicked off its hinges, scattered wood crunching underneath you. The home is in shambles, belongings strewn throughout the rooms. The rifle sits heavy in your hands, the rounds of ammunition beginning to dwindle as time slips by.

You climb the stairs, dodging eroded and chipped concrete. It smells like mildew and the summer breeze, and if it weren’t for your heart that tried to beat itself out of your chest, you might feel like relaxing a while. But he’s out there, waiting for you to slip up.

Upstairs, the sunlight seeps through a broken window and casts shadows across the bedroom. There’s a worn mattress flipped onto the wall, and an armchair sits in the corner of the room. You steer clear of the opening, head falling back against the plaster wall. A breath comes loose, slipping free from your lips. You’re becoming impatient, almost a little irritated at the way he’s living up to his name. Ghost.

Soap was caught first, the familiar laughter of Gaz sounding through the comms. The scottish brute had grumbled about needing a cigarette, his post abandoned after being found. His radio was turned down low, body leaning against the side of the pickup truck that carried you here.

Then it was Gaz, hiding at a gas station about two blocks from where you are now. He muttered low curses under his breath, arguing that the Lieutenant wasn’t playing fair. And he wasn’t.

Now it’s just you, thighs squeezing together out of an anxious habit you never kicked. An hour had slipped by since the two were caught, and you felt like Ghost was dragging this out on purpose. He’d counted on your impatience, slowly pulling at the string of your being until you began to unravel. Quite a punishment, you thought bitterly.

You’d never faced him alone, always the buffer of Soap or Gaz between the two of you. It’s not like you were ignoring him, or that his presence was suffocating - although, you realize, it is. But you couldn’t seem to think straight in his presence, body humming with an unfamiliar heat when he caught your gaze. So, you kept your distance. It seemed as though he saved the worst version of himself for you, always a mask of irritation and disappointment greeting you.

He made your knees weak. The implication of him watching you sent shivers down your spine. He’s out there, finger brushing against the trigger as you poke your head out the window, eyes scanning the rooftops.

You draw back, letting the sound of your anxious thoughts guide you. You know he’s there, you just need to find him. Before he finds you. The thought makes your heart skip a beat. Fingers dance along the button of comms, swallowing a breath of fear, you give in and press down.

“Any day now, Lieutenant. I’m waiting,” you say, adjusting the vest that sits right on your shoulders. A dark chuckle follows your words, a breathy laugh that tangles itself along your spine until your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

“Don’t worry, kid. I’m right here. Just taking my sweet time,”

A knot coils inside your stomach, throat clogged with anxiety at his words. You feel like backing down, admitting defeat and ending the day with a shred of dignity. It’s immediately washed away by the shame that would follow should you give up. The boys would joke about it for weeks, and god knows how the Lieutenant would take it. Bad, you think, he would take it badly.

He knows you’re thinking about it. A stupid smile is plastered on his face as he spots you across the way, your hair brushing into your face as you search for him. You’re gonna lose, and he’s counting on it.

He's got a thing for betting on losing dogs.

Ghost left his rifle at the church, propped up against a crate with his tags dangling in the sun just enough to shine. A poor decoy, but one that he knows your pretty little head would fall for. He feels giddy like a child, head hung high as he saunters through the city like a phantom. He’s a block away, footsteps falling silently as he aims himself straight to you.

Peeking around the broken glass once more, you look to the church that stands tall. The windows are busted, spray paint decorating the building. Perfect for a lone wolf like him. There’s a flash of something, quick and glistening off the sunlight that hangs above you. There, at the height of the tower, there’s a glimmer of light and a blur of movement that catches your eye.

“Wanna tell the boys you’ve lost, or should I?” you say, excitement building in your system.

You load the rifle quickly, the palm of your hand slamming the cartridge in as your fingers pull back the bolt handle. A wide grin spread across your face at the idea of having found him. Taking a steady breath, the end of your rifle hugs your shoulder as you take aim. You aren’t certain if it’ll hit, but it doesn’t matter. The Lieutenant said it’s over when you’ve been caught - and you have him right under the tip of your finger.

The blank quickly fires, a flash of light following. You release an eager breath, letting the rifle hang at your side as you look triumphantly to the church. A second passes, then another. Silence laden in the air as you wait patiently for the Lieutenant to admit defeat. You feel like a show dog, having won an award you never expected to receive. You reach for the radio, dumb satisfaction spreading like wildfire. You take a winning breath before you speak, eyes shimmering with satisfaction.

It comes so quickly you aren’t even sure it’s happening until the soft beat of your heart crescendos and lifts itself into full panic.

A warm hand wraps itself around your waist, pulling you flush against his body as your head smacks against his chest. The gentle press of a cool knife is laid on your throat, breaths fanning hot against your cheek. “What the fuck are you-“

He laughs, the dark sound echoing in the abandoned building. Ghost rests his chin on your shoulder, and a little devil whispers to you - tag, you’re it. He presses the knife closer to your skin as you let loose a shaking breath, body completely frozen by the intoxicating presence of your superior.

“Boo.”

The voice sends pure and unadulterated fear throughout you. As your wiggling against his touch and struggling to free yourself, the Lieutenant is pulling you backwards. Your rifle clatters onto the ground, and you’re kicking your feet to try and break free from the death grip he has you in. You almost feel like it too - like you’re going to die.

The window is slipping further and further away from you as he drags you to the back of the room. The rifle looks back at you mockingly. Helpless, alone and completely fucked, you scratch at his wrist in a last ditch effort to run away.

He keeps the knife pressed against you, unmoving and unbothered by your desperate flailing. You crane your neck to look at him and instantly regret it.

There’s a darkness that circles in his eyes. His mask is hiding the dirty smirk that’s started to spread across his face, an unfamiliar emotion brewing on his face. You’re desperate to escape, suddenly overwhelmed at the close contact. You feel like screaming. He notices, the fabric of his mask flush against your skin as his words come out sharp and lethal.

“Don’t even fucking think about it,”

You nod meekly, teeth sunken into your bottom lip as he lets loose another laugh. He’s toying with you, like a cat would a dead mouse.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m so sorry-“ you start to speak, taking careful steps backwards with him as he leads you to a shadowed part of the room. The heat of his body suddenly disappears, but the knife stays put against your throat. He turns you around, little wide eyes staring at the ghost with a haunting fear. Such a pretty little face, he muses - too bad I’m gonna ruin it.

“You’re not sorry. Not yet,”

He takes a seat against the tattered chair, fingers locking onto your vest until you’re pulled into straddling his leg. You squeak at the contact, thighs pressing into his leg as you continue to squirm under his touch. His eyes are locked onto your face, free hand coming to grab your chin.

You wonder why he’s doing this - he’s won, isn’t that enough? There’s still thirty minutes left, Soap and Gaz are waiting for you to show up with your head hung in shame as the Lieutenant takes you home. The close proximity to him builds a fire between your legs, and you can’t help but think of all the filthy little secrets you’ve kept to yourself.

“Wanna stop being such a brat? Huh, sweetheart?” He uses the name mockingly, slipping from his lips effortlessly.

Oh.

Your lips are wobbling, anxious breaths pulling themselves from your chest as you try to remain calm. The rub of his thigh between your legs has your mind going completely blank. You stare at him, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.

He’s sitting in the chair casually, one arm resting against the side as he continues to look at you. He’s waiting patiently, as if he’s got nothing but time. You swallow, shifting on his leg and unsure how to approach the situation.

It doesn’t help that he’s pushing his knee into you like that.

Exhaling, you shrink under his gaze. “I don’t understand-“ you begin, but he’s quick to cut you off. He grounds out your name. Ghost glides the tip of his blade against your throat softly, a delicate touch that you’re shaking under. “I asked you a question,” he states calmly.

You try your best to stay still. To understand what the fuck is going on, and how to talk to your lieutenant that’s pressing his knee between your thighs. Every movement sends another shock of electricity through you, cheeks blushing scarlet at the shameful heat that’s pooling between your thighs. “Yes, sir,” you say softly, fingernails digging into the palms of your hands.

He’s grinning like a fool, and you don’t even know it.

Ghost bounces his knee, admiring the way your eyes widen and how your legs squeeze around him to keep balance. The movements are slow, comfortable and paced. You’re biting your tongue, breath held as his free hand comes to rub your thigh softly. “Look at you, following orders like a good girl,” he says, voice velvet and smooth. “Show me how sorry you are.”

A moan slips and tumbles from your lips, hips grinding softly into the touch of his knee that continues to lazily bounce. He moves the knife from your throat, twisting it between his fingers. There’s dried blood on it, remnants of his kindness staining the blade. You’re terrified, about what he’s going to do, and what you’ll do for him. (A lot, apparently)

You shift along his knee, heat continuing to simmer from the contact. He’s bouncing his knee into you, the pace quickening when you grind down softly in defeat.

Your hips grind against his leg, hands cautiously taking place in front you to keep balance. Ghost continues to stare, fingers flipping the knife around. Gentle gasps escape you, eyes briefly fluttering closed as pleasure edges you closer towards him. His hand is rubbing against your thigh, dragging itself up and down your clothed leg. The contact sends shivers through you.

At this point, your mind is foggy with the continuous pleasure that continues to build between the two of you. You’re giving in, hips grinding and rolling against him. His leg continues to bounce with your movements, and your panties are slick and wet with excitement.

“Look at you, sweetheart. Fuck,” he grounds out, fingers digging into your thigh that’s sure to be bruised later. You’re dragging yourself up and along his leg, desperate for friction. Whines are slipping past your lips like it’s the only way to keep your sanity.

You’re so close. So close to euphoria, an arms reach away.

The knife he’s playing with is pocketed, dark eyes trained on your hips until your knees are weak and a heavy cloud of arousal is hanging in the room. His leg stops bouncing, a pout playing at your lips. “Get up,” he spits, flicking his wrist with indifference. Nodding, you peel yourself away from him and stand with a shaky breath. You sit between his legs now, intentionally avoiding his gaze. “Lieutenant. Sir, can I please g-“

“Shut the fuck up.”

The way you say his title makes his dick throb with need. You’re looking towards the door, chest rising and falling quickly with the beat of your anxious breaths.

The loss of contact has you desperate and craving to be near him. You’re soaked now, fists clenching as you try to remain calm. It’s embarrassing, the way you melt against him - you want to run and hide. And he knows.

His hand cups itself between your thighs, rubbing you softly as you moan from the touch. You should run, you think, but it wouldn’t do any difference. You’re scared to death, but a part of you likes it. He’s sitting there, legs spread open and the bulge in his pants growing.

“So desperate and needy for me - are you happy now?” He asks, free hand reaching down to palm himself and groaning. Yes. You want to nod, but you're pinned beneath his stare. The excitement is pooling between your legs, eyes landing to his lap where he’s stroking himself lazily through his clothes.

But you’re also scared. A subtle fear is manifesting within you, the situation weighing heavy on your shoulders. You don’t know what he’s playing at, what you’re supposed to do as your Lieutenant rubs soft circles into you. You could transfer teams, apply for another position, maybe even just up and leave without a word. But somewhere, deep down inside of you, you know that he’ll always be there.

He looks away, irritation spreading across his face. He’s listening to something, brows knit together. The radio, you realize. Curious voices coming to interrupt the moment, saving you for just a breath as the Lieutenant focuses on something other than you.

“Lt, everything okay? It’s been quiet,” You hear Gaz ask. Twenty minutes left.

Ghosts hand pulls itself from you reluctantly, fingers pressing down as his gruff voice responds. “Keep the lines clear,” he grumbles, his hips bucking softly as he continues to stroke himself. “Gone hunting. Out here,” he says.

The moment his focus is taken off of you, you’re bolting towards the exit with everything you have. You’re quick, mind heavy with the intentions of your Lieutenant. You’re an arms length away, fingers so close to grasping the frame of the door to pull yourself out. You’re right there, fingers outstretched-

But he’s quicker.

You fall on his outstretched ankle, tripping and landing face first. Your forehead smacks against the dusty floor as your breath is stolen from you. A deep laugh echoes behind you, your heart in your throat. He shuffles in the background, steps heavy as he saunters towards your downed figure.

A boot situates itself comfortably on your back, digging in until you cry out from the pain. Tears are forming in your eyes, the press of his shoe keeping you in place as you struggle underneath him. You were so confused, head spinning and mind reeling. Yet you’re still wet from the incredible feeling of riding your lieutenants thigh.

Your glossy eyes stare back at his knee as he kneels down. His hand lands on your ass with a sickening smack, a whimper coming free from you. “Wait - please, I’m so sorry, Simon-“ his name slips like it doesn’t belong to you - because it doesn’t, not yet. He grabs a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look up at the terrifying mask that separates you. He doesn’t feel human, like a part of him is disconnected. You’re terrified, but you like it.

“Hush,”

Like an obedient pet, you nod to him with wobbling lips. His vest is off now, cast aside in the room. He rests an arm casually on his propped knee, shaking his head in disappointment. He exhales slowly, your eyes trained on the mask as he speaks low and dark.

“I’ll tell you a secret, love,” he says, pulling at your hair more until your neck is strained. Tears are rolling down your cheeks, palms flat against the floor as you wait for him.

“I’m no patient man, and I tried - I really did,” he confesses, head cocking to the side to mimic your current position. Another hard smack. You can’t see it, but he’s got a stupid grin plastered on his face as he stares at you, helpless and defeated.

“I thought if I was nice enough you would hear me.”

The pressure of his boot is unbearable, lungs pressed tight as you struggle to take a breath of air.

“But you just don’t listen.”

The last smack lands, and you squirm under the pain. He keeps his hand there for a moment, grabbing a fistful of your ass. “I do. I will - m’ sorry,” you whine. “Simon, I didn’t mean it-“

“Maybe not, but I do.”

He forces you to your feet, leading you with his fist entangled in your hair. Your thighs press against the side of the chair, his hand pushing you to bend over, face smushed against the worn cushion.

His groin presses into your ass, hips rolling into you softly as you bite the inside of your cheek. A hand grips down on the back of your neck as he pushes a forceful thrust into you. Intoxicating and overwhelming pleasure returns, thighs squeezing together in a futile attempt to stop the pooling of arousal that gathers.

Ghost drags down your pants, groaning softly at the view of your bare ass, still red with his handprint. He smacks it again - he just can’t help himself. He’s waited so long for this, to get you alone and let all the filthy demons he’s got go loose.

“Gonna fucking ruin you, brat,” he growls, two fingers meeting your clit and rubbing hard circles. Your legs open instinctively, and he laughs at the way you melt under his touch. “Already so fucking wet, how badly do you want it?” He asks, teasing your cunt with the tip of his fingers. You feel like drooling, mind numb from his fingers that roughly tease you.

“Go on, tell me,” he baits, fingers slipping further and further as a moan of ecstasy is pulled from your lips. “So bad,” you whine, throwing your hips back until he's knuckle deep inside you. “I’ll do anything,” you admit, rolling yourself into him as he continues to finger you. You’re soaking, nails digging into the chair as you bite back moans of pleasure.

Ghost’s undone his belt, pulling down his zipper and pushing down the hem of his boxers. Grabbing his cock, he strokes himself lazily while you writhe and plead with his fingers inside you. There’s a sickening wet sound that follows from the action, your cheeks turning scarlet with embarrassment.

God, he’s gonna lose it. All the self control that he’s built, the careful distance that he’s kept from you. It’s crashing down, lighting ablaze with a burning desire as your lips moan his name over and over.

Please. Please. Please.

He smacks his tip onto you, smearing pre-cum on your ass. You’re breaking down, hips grinding and rolling into his fingers. The playful act is dropped, blind obedience and need replaces it. Then he rubs his tip gently into your clit, and you can’t help but lose sight of everything that isn’t him.

“Fuck - don’t stop . Please, please just fuck me-“

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” Ghost asks, curling his fingers until you’re seeing stars. So close. You’re tightening around his fingers, desperate for the touch “mm-hmm,” you mumble, unable to form sentences.

“Gonna beg for my dick like a desperate little slut?” He teases, quickening his pace until your legs are shaking.

Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.

His fingers leave you suddenly, a cry falling from your lips at the loss of contact. You’re shaking, dragging your nails on the chair and begging him - please.

“Thought I’d let you cum so quick? Bloody hell,” he muses. “You just don’t learn, huh?”

You’re shaking your head. No. You’ll do anything for him, anything to have him .

He rubs his dick over your entrance, free hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling harshly. Ghost eases himself into you, teasing you slowly. Whines and pleads are leaving your mouth, desperate and out of control until his hips are flush against your ass.

Ghost is holding your hip with one hand, fingers digging into your skin as he sits with his cock in you. He doesn’t move, moments slipping by in pure agony as you unravel at the seams. He’s still, patiently waiting for you to come undone. And you do, pressing your ass against him and grinding “fuck me, please. I’ll be good - I promise,” you sob.

He’s laughing at you, and it’s got you blushing out of control. “That’s better, love. I like it when you beg for me,”

The Lieutenant is a greedy man, and he’s takes his sweet time with you.

Ghosts thrusts are harsh and rough, slamming you into the chair as his hand continues to grip your hair. His dick stretches you, mouth hanging open as he’s fucking you senseless.

The knot of pleasure is unraveling, waves of ecstasy rolling through you and eyes rolling back. Ghost keeps a quick and hard pace, and it’s got you dizzy with disbelief.

He smacks your ass, a mewl of approval sounding from you. Ghost likes it rough, and you take it like an eager little vixen. You roll and buck your hips, grinding your wet cunt against him as if you’re asking for more. He’s smiling, pure excitement hitting him like a kid playing with his new pet.

Ghost rubs into your clit, savoring the way you twitch under him. “Just like that, sweetheart. I bet you like it when I’m mean,” he states, your cunt soaking wet from him. “I know you do, taking my dick like this. Fuckin’ hell,” he groans.

“Mm-hmm, please, please - just please don’t stop,”

This time, he listens. He fucks you relentlessly, pulling at your hair and rubbing your clit. Ghost thrusts are becoming uneven, sloppy with pleasure as you both start to feel the orgasms building.

“I wanna feel you cum, you fucking slut,” he spits, fucking you harder. Your eyes squeeze shut, legs shaking as the heat burns into a forest fire. Slick wet sounds are coming from behind you, his dick pushing into you and hand coming down to smack on your ass. “Lemme hear you, love. Tell me what a good girl you’re gonna be.”

“I’m a good girl. I’m gonna listen, I promise. I’ll do anything - please, sir. I wanna cum, I’ll be so good, I-“

Ghost lets out a groan of approval, cutting you off before you have the chance to finish. You don’t mind, head cloudy with a sickening pleasure that crescendos into full grown ecstasy. Moans are slipping free, hips grinding into his thrusts until you’re screaming in pleasure face first into the chair. Nails digging into the side, your orgasm crashing through you until you’re seeing stars.

Ghost isn’t far behind. He’s thrusting sloppily, huffs and moans spilling from him as he rides you through your orgasm. He pushes your head into the chair, growling out filthy curses as he fuck you harder. Deep thrusts and low grunts are pushing you towards insanity. He quickens his sloppy pace, desperate for release as your cunt squeezes around his dick.

He cums soon after, slamming a fist into the wall and rocking thrusts into you slowly. “Think you’ve learned your lesson, sweetheart?” He teases, pulling himself from you. You nod into the cushion, breaths coming out hot and heavy. “Uh-huh,” you say softly.

Ghost rubs the bright red mark on your ass. A moment passes by in a comfortable silence, the air thick with arousal. He carefully pulls you to your feet, your shaking hands dragging up your pants. You’re looking up at him with wide eyes, asking yourself if this is going to be the only time - or just the first time. Ghost glances back at you, a hand coming to grab your jaw. The touch is delicate and gentle, something that catches you off guard. He looks pretty damn pleased, based off of the twinkle in his eyes.

“Times up - good hunting, Lt?” Soaps familiar voice cuts through the radio. You blink, almost forgetting where you are. His hand leaves your face. Blushing scarlet, you look to your Lieutenant. “Who are we buying drinks for?” Gaz questions.

Ghost is fumbling with his belt, slinging the vest onto his shoulders as you wait patiently for him to respond, lip caught between your teeth. He notices, another dirty smirk that you can’t see playing at his lips. “Go on, tell them,” he says, picking up the stray rifle on the ground. You look at him in disbelief, blinking in confusion.

“Tell them or I’ll show them by fucking you over my desk.”

You hang your head in shame, nodding to yourself as you press the radio. “Not me,” you say softly, grabbing the rifle from his hands and looking at him.

“The Lieutenant wasn’t playing fair.”

#simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod #cod fanfic #cod mw22 #modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #modern warfare #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader

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bunny-bear-blogs · 6 months

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The Plush Toy

Synopsis: A few weeks ago, when attending the Twins show, Lynette gave you a special plush toy. What’s so special about this toy, you might ask? It looks just like Fontaine’s most famous magician. Also known as the boy magician you have been crushing on for years on end.

Word Count: 1838

A/N: It's my first time writing a fic :>

A couple weeks ago, Lyney invited you to see his and Lynette’s performance at the Opera Epiclese. He was a bit nervous, since this was his first performance after he and his twin were accused of being the main culprits in the serial disappearance case of women. Which thankfully, the Traveller disputed the charge and proved the twins both innocent. Along with this, the Iudex, Neuvillette, felt bad for the way things went down on the last show at the Opera Epiclse, so much so that he invited the twins to perform there once again, but of course this time with no accusatory murder charges being presented. Before the show started, you agreed to meet up with Lyney and Lynette backstage. You were excited to go see the twins. Most of all, to see Lyney, your longtime friend who you’ve liked and pined over for ages. You’ve known him since you first moved to Fontaine.

On your first day there, you ran into an area where he was performing one of his magic shows. You stopped in awe, completely amazed at the way the twins orchestrated their magic shows. With each trick having a new twist and turn, you became further intrigued, and your interest and joy for magic strengthened . After attending numerous times, his magic shows had become somewhat of a daily routine for your new life in Fontaine. Back then, his shows weren’t as popular or drew in as big of a crowd, but you would still always make sure to attend. Lyney had noticed you one day; well, he had always noticed you since you first came to see his show, but on that day he spoke to you after his show ended. Your conversations with him started off small and very professional; however, as time went on they turned longer and more personal, eventually leading to full blown conversations and going to get a coffee together. Years later, the two of you had become good friends with additional feelings for him residing on your side.

Entering through the backstage doors, you spot Lyney and Lynette discussing a potential new magic trick. You walk over to the twins, ready to have a conversation with them—the conversation you had been mentally preparing in your head for over a week. Ever since hearing the false accusations presented to the twins and having almost lost them forever made you realize that life is too short to be hiding your feelings for someone you care deeply about. Which is why you vowed to confess your feelings to Lyney within the month and, while waiting to get the courage to do so, to drop hints of your feelings for him. Which is why, since knowing you would be meeting, you started rehearsing how the conversation would go and exactly what you would say. It was the perfect plan, all until, before you could even utter a word to Lyney, a member of the crew asked for him to lend him a hand, and Lyney, being the kind guy he is, agreed. This left you alone with Lynette. Which was not bad since you loved hanging out with the cat-ear girl, but you really wanted to drop hints to Lyney and get yourself closer to the goal of asking him out. I mean, you vowed to do so after all. Suddenly Lynette spoke; she was straightforward in her words: “Hey, y/n, don’t tell Lyney. I’m giving you this, but here.” You looked at the feline girl in confusion as to what she could be referring to. Suddenly, Lynette pulled out a handcrafted doll of Lyney and placed it in your hands. It looked just like him. It had his ashy blonde hair, his dazzling violet eyes, the noticeable teardrop mark on his cheek, and his signature outfit, topped with the doll's smiling expression. “I made it the other day on a whim, and I wanted you to have it. I mean, after all, you do like my brother, don’t you?” I internally panicked. A thousand thoughts ran through my brain about how to deny the accusations. However, all that came out was, "Haha, what gave you that impression?” “Just a guess." Said Lynette, followed by her quickly lowering her voice to a whisper and saying, "Even so, looking at things, I’d say that dummy’s infatuated with you too.” Not hearing what Lynette whispered, and with the doll of Lyney in my hands, I said, “Thank you, Lynette; I’ll treasure it till the ends of the earth.” “It’s fine, and the show is about to start. It would be trouble for us if you didn't get to your seat before the show started. '' I nodded and waved bye to Lynette, and she returned the favor. Then, swiftly, I made my way to my seat with the Lyney plush doll in hand.

Fast forward to now, and Lyney is currently sulking in the corner of my room, saying that all I ever pay attention to is that doll. It’s been a week since Lynette gave you the Lyney plush, and from then to now, you have taken that plush everywhere. Getting brunch with a friend? Don’t forget to take little Lyney, the name you deemed the plush to have. Going to see the Twins show? Don’t forget to take little Lyney. Going around exploring Fontaine? Don’t forget little Lyney! I assume you get the picture now. Anyway, Lyney has started to get annoyed at you for bringing that thing everywhere you go. Not to mention, you're always hugging it and calling it loving names. I mean, why are you even giving that plush that much attention and love when the real thing is right in front of you? Lyney wasn't going to deal with you obsessing over that plush of him anymore, and he was going to do something about it today.

You see, your love was not one-sided after all. Lyney has had a massive crush on you since you saw his first show. At first, it was a minor crush, or, as he liked to call it at the time, he was just “intrigued” by you. Which according to Lynette, these were his first words of denial, followed by many until he could no longer deny his feelings for you. He admired your expressions and the radiant smile you’d make when seeing him perform tricks. He loved your love for magic and how every day you’d come back to see more magic tricks saying praise, no matter how sloppy his work was. One day, he finally gathered the courage to talk to you, passing it off as a magician wanting to talk to one of his audience members for feedback on the show. Soon, he started asking you this after every show and eventually included small talk too. Moving forward, the small talk turned into meaningful conversations, which turned into lifelong long friendship. During this, Lyney got to see more of the person you are and fell in love even harder. Lyney couldn’t contain his feelings for you anymore. I mean, it was so obvious. Everyone knew. Lynette knew, Freminet knew, Navia knew, Silver knew, Melus knew, the twins magic crew knew, heck even Neuvillette knew, basically all of Fontaine was able to tell that Lyney loved Y/N. Everyone knew but her. I mean, he tried to drop hints by flirting with her, but she would just pass it off as Lyney being Lyney. Except it wasn't; he meant every pick-up line and compliment he told her. Then the plush came. She started being loving and affectionate with a mini plush of him. He wasn’t sure why it irked him, but it did. I mean, it’s of him after all, a perfect replica of him, and the real thing is right here, so why not love him instead?

"Lyney, I do pay attention to you too, and not just little Lyney.” “Then get rid of that goofy-looking little plush." He pouted, only turning back to face me when talking. “But Lyney, look at it. Y/N raises the doll to the sky and then brings it back down to give it a long hug. It's so adorable!” Lyney rolled his eyes and sighed. “Once again, why do you even like that thing when the real thing is right here?” huh? huh? huh? Did Lyney really just say that? Once again, your brain ran miles trying to comprehend what the ashy blonde just said. Is he implying that I should be showing him love instead of the plush? “Are you jealous that I’m paying attention to this plush instead of you, Lyney?” He turned around, rushing to tuck his hat down to hide his face. However, this was a horrible attempt since the blush spreading across his face was still very noticeable. “Maybe I am jealous, but I’d like to point out that it's something else too," he said meekly, still clearly flustered. “Now what would that be, Lyney?” Suddenly, he stood up, walked over to Y/N, and took your hand, causing the plush toy to drop. “Y/N I’m in love with you, and I can’t stand you being in love with anyone else. I’ve loved you since that day you came to my magic show for the first time, and since then, my feelings have just gotten stronger for you. I’m a magician, but back then I didn’t see magic as anything more than something that tricks people into believing the nonreal. Because of that ideology, I found it hard to believe true, real magic could exist. But when you came into my life, everything shifted, and I found myself being a believer in magic because magic brought us together. He paused for a second, his words finally catching up to him, and broke out in a red blush. Now that I told you how I feel, how do you feel, Mademoiselle?” "I feel the same, Lyney. I’ve been in love with you for ages, and seeing you being falsely accused made me realize that nothing in life is guaranteed. That’s why I want to take a chance on my feelings for you, like you did for me. I’m in love with you too, Lyney.” Upon hearing this, he took her other hand into his and knelt down. "Y/N, would you do me the honor of going out with me?” He then waved his hand, and out of thin air, a bouquet of roses came out, tied together with a red ribbon. You then exclaimed, “Yes!” wondering if you'd ever feel as happy as you do now. Starting now, a beautiful, blossoming romance began between the two of you that is bound to last forever.

#genshin headcannons #genshin imagines #genshin impact #lyney #lyney and lynette #lyney x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin oneshots #lyney x you #lyney genshin #fluff #genshin fluff #plush toy #fontaine #female reader #x reader

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bonefall · 3 months

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mapleshade tries to give all of riverclan terminal stupid disease to exile frostpaw and curlfeather appears behind her while boss music starts playing

Curlfeather is going to have a good time in the DF I can absolutely see it now.

She's going to quickly make friends with Leopardfoot, bonding over the lengths they'd go to for their kids. Lepf's going to be on edge when she finds out Curf manipulated her daughter, but, well... Frostpaw is alive and Tigerstar is double-dead. Lepf will accept that most cats walk these paths for a real reason, unlike herself just following Thistleclaw's crowd.

Darkstripe's probably going to like her too, though I can see them getting off on the wrong foot. If Curl tries to boss him around, he'll relinquish soup rights and she'll have to get back on his good side lmao

If she plays her cards right, Curl could make a pretty decent coalition out of the remaining demons, but she'd have to be careful and patient. Between Tigerstar's Battle of the True Eclipse and Ashfur's infiltration, they've become very wary of take-charge types like Curlfeather.

So, antagonize Mapleshade and you kill two birds with one stone. Keep your family safe, AND endear yourself to the other demons. Mapleshade’s curse on innocent kids doesn't make her very popular.

#Curlfeather (handshake) Frecklewish #''If we're here we might as well fight Mapleshade''#Better bones au #BB!ASC #Spirituality Overhauls

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captain-mj · 7 months

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You know the alien au? Do you have something like that for Korangi?

Hell yeah!! Koenig is the same species as Ghost because I'm lazy but Horangi is different. No need to read the other one

Koenig felt very ashamed of himself. But his needs were... growing. He had started to get more and more irritability. He wanted a mate. Or at least someone to fuck.

It was shameful, to need to pay like this. But he had gotten desperate.

A friend had given him the suggestion after he had bared his teeth at some innocent deer people. They had been chewing and exposing their chests and their stupid little tails kept twitching around and it got the parts of his brain that were horny and hungry all confused.

The matron showed him different pictures of pretty creatures. He saw one and felt his mouth start to water. "That one."

"Horangi. He's a bit pricey."

"Whatever he wants. I'll pay it." Koenig nodded. "I need him for three nights."

"We charge hourly."

Koenig groaned. "Fine. One night. Eight hours. Then if I want more I can just buy?"

"Yes. As many hours as you want. Though, I'm sure he could wear you out. I always suggest hourly."

"No, I need longer."

The matron paused and nodded. "Alright. I'll get the bill for you."

It was steep, but Koenig made more than enough money and didn't find many things to waste it on. This was more than worth every penny. "Can I bring him to my place? Or does it have to be here?"

"He has to stay here. He owes money and he can't leave until he's done."

Koenig felt unsettled by that, but he nodded. "Fine. I'll make do."

He let the matron know about his... requirements. She took them all down and nodded. "You'll have him tomorrow."

All of this led Koenig to this moment right here. Where Horangi was in a bed, blindfolded so Koenig could slip off his hood, and "very well" prepped. His legs were slightly spread and his hands were next to his head. Giant cat like ears with tufts on the end listened intently to Koenig walking around. His cock sat on his tummy, half hard and twitching as Koenig stared at him.

Koenig wondered if he had not been informed of their size difference. He put a hand on his hip, watching his long fingers wrap around him. Horangi was roughly six feet two inches and toned, but Koenig was large. He was on the larger size of an already large species.

One of his thick fingers, claws filed to be smooth and not sharp, slid into him. Definitely slick enough, but not good enough. He could finger him, of course, but the problem with that was his claws. Even filed, he doubted they'd be very comfortable.

So Koenig picked Horangi up like a doll and started to lick at him.

Horangi jerked and hit his shoulders. "Not even a hello first??" He stopped struggling and moaned loudly the moment Koenig's tongue breached him. He started to lap slowly, letting the sandpaper texture of his tongue tug at his sensitive body.

Koenig closed his eyes. Horangi's top half hit the pillows as the rest of him stayed in the air, legs over his shoulders. He had a sweet taste to him. Perfect for what Koenig needed him for.

Koenig continued until he dripped and seemed loose enough. Horangi had started to squeeze his thighs around his head which drove him fucking wild. His tongue pushed deeper and deeper with every squeeze before abruptly pulling away.

Horangi's legs shivered and his cock was now at full attention.

Koenig didn't want to talk. It was bothersome and unnatural. Still, he swallowed thickly. "Hello. Where is your lube?"

Horangi shivered at the way he spoke and pointed to the drawer.

Koenig retrieved it and grabbed Horangi's ankles, forcing him up and exposing his hole again.

"What are you do- Cold!!" Horangi squirmed when Koenig put a generous glob directly on to him. "A little warning."

Koenig grunted, worried if he spoke too much now he'd ruin everything. All of his blood was also rushing to his cock and he was sure if he didn't get some relief soon, he'd go insane. He poured more on his own cock and put one of his hands around Horangi's throat.

Horangi tilted his head back. "getting your money's worth huh?"

Koenig pushed in, feeling Horangi tense when the head popped in. He groaned a little, hands flying to Koenig's shoulders. His fingers searched over his shoulders, over his face, down his chest.

"Wait what ar-"

Koenig shoved more into him, whimpering at the tightness. The pressure was so intense and it was so slick. He rolled his hips to try to work his way deeper.

Horangi gasped and dug his nails in, almost immediately drawing blood. "Fuck, fuck, so big."

Koenig paused, burying his face in his neck. He pressed in tight and after a moment, resumed his rocking.

Deeper. More. His body begged for Horangi to just let him in. It was his fault, maybe he should've ignored his attraction and picked a species more compatible.

Oh dear. Horangi would probably be terrified knowing he was being bedded by such a horrid creature. Koenig would make sure he stayed blindfolded and hopefully too pleasured to think too much about it.

The subject of his thoughts chose that time to sob, back arching a little. "Sorry, haven't had this big in a while. Take what you need."

Koenig snarled loudly, making him jump in his arms. Bigger? Take anyway? He rocked faster, trying desperately to fit all of himself. He took his time, making sure Horangi wasn't in pain with each inch.

Horangi's mouth opened. Sharp teeth meant for eating fish and a nice soft pink tongue. Koenig licked into his mouth, tasting him again.

Sweet.

Finally, after so much pushing and pulling, it fit. Horangi had a small dent in his tummy and seemed half awake, though if Koenig went too still for too long, he started to rock back on him, trying to get him to move.

Koenig gripped his hips hard and swallowed hard. "I am going to pull out now. Might feel weird."

"Why?"

He answered by just starting to pull out.

Horangi groaned and whined at the feeling. There was a texture that dragged along his sensitive walls, meant for making sure there was nothing in his mate but him. That he'd be bred by Koenig and only Koenig.

Another slow push in, another slow pull out. Horangi came all over himself, sobbing. His species was so expressive.

Koenig sped up and started to seek his own pleasure. He tried to get as deep as he could, breaking Horangi down.

All his thoughts were consumed by the idea of making Horangi drunk off pleasure. Only able to sit there and take and take and take.

Horangi clawed at his back and moaned loudly. "Fuck, not so fast. Not so deep."

"Please, please." Koenig pressed his face in his neck and rutted into him. "Inside, yes? Can I come inside?"

Horangi hit his shoulders. "Fine, fine, yes. Come on." He felt Koenig shudder and finish deep inside him.

Koenig wasn't even close to done, as Horangi would be unfortunate enough to learn.

He sobbed hard into the pillows, face now pressed against it as Koenig took him from behind. He had lost count of both how many times they finished and the time. There was no possible way it had just been eight hours. It felt like months.

Torture of the sweetest kind.

“Please, keep talking to me, please.” Horangi was pretty sure he was going insane. It felt good, so good and there was nothing to ground him. Just unrelenting, uncaring pounding right into his sweet spot. There was nothing to look at, nothing to listen to other than the sound of skin against his own and the embarrassingly wet sounds of his own body. All there was, was the sensation of touch. Even his taste and sense of smell were full of this evil, awful man who had done what many had tried but none had succeeded to do. Make Horangi beg.

As yet another orgasm was wrung out of him, he felt Koenig cum again without a word. It had started dripping down his legs, but Koenig just pushed it back into him when ever he took breaks between rounds. Koenig took breaks. He usually teased Horangi’s body with bites, nibbles and little licks over his sensitive tummy until he felt ready to continue his war path against Horangi’s body.

"Thirsty." Horangi whined out and Koenig sprung to action, quickly rearranging them so Horangi was in his lap. He brought a cup of water to his lips and helped him drink it down. "Thank you."

Koenig hummed. He seemed to lose more and more of his vocabulary as they went on. It was difficult to form words.

A knock on the door.

His eight hours were up.

He shoved Horangi down and took a good look at what he had done to him. He grunted in satisfaction and then slapped his ass lightly.

"Paying for two more days."

Horangi groaned but neither of them missed the way his ass shifted up slightly to give Koenig a better view. It was a stupid amount of money to blow on a whore. He didn’t think it was possible for him to survive the next two days, but… it was a lot of money and he doubted Koenig could keep this pace up for 48 more hours.

Right?

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War of Scars

Luke Castellan x Reader Story

Ch. 2

Warnings- Swearing, mentions of past chapter, injuries.

Word Count- 2.2k

The searing pain was the first thing I felt. A pain that started at my toes and crawled up into my head was all I could focus on. If this was hell then whoever was in charge of constructing my personal punishment deserves a big-ass raise.

I use the very little strength I have to try to open my eyes. After what feels like a hundred tries, a blinding light fills my burning pupils.

“Jesus fuck.”

A scratchy-deep voice sounds. Wait. That voice came from me. After realizing the strangled voice came from me, my attention was drawn to the dryness of my mouth and throat. I want to swallow but I have no moisture or saliva in my mouth to even try. Water. I need water.

“Gods, took you long enough to wake up.”

A masculine voice says from somewhere around me. I strain my vision to look around and feel my eyebrows scrunch together as I take in my surroundings.

Around me are about 6 other beds, like the one I have realized I’m lying on. Two of the beds are occupied, but my eyes can’t seem to focus on who. The beds stand against dark wood walls with what looks like two windows in the small room. The overwhelming smell of antiseptic and sweat fills my nostrils as I glance at the figure leaning over in a chair. Their whitish-blond hair is covering their face as they lay with their head in their hands.

“I almost had to drug her to get her to get some sleep,” I whip my head to the voice I had heard earlier, “She hasn’t wanted to fall asleep in case you woke up. She’s going to be pissed when she finds out you woke up without her being awake.”

I stare at the blond boy to my right. He’s tall and conventionally attractive. About six foot, sun blond hair, pale skin, and a boyish grin that covers his face. I go to speak but stop when the scratchy feeling in my throat comes back.

“Oh my bad dude, I bet your throat is dry as hell,” He walks over to a side table and pours water from a pitcher into a glass, “I mean not having water in three weeks will do that to you.”

He starts to walk over to me and I visibly flinch away. Fucking hell! The movement made the pain burn somehow even more than before.

“Woah, I mean to harm,” He raises his hands innocently as he drops the glass onto the side table next to me, “I’ve been your personal nurse these past weeks. If I was going to kill you, I would’ve done it while you were out of it.”

I stare at him cautiously for a moment. The smirk on his lips reminds me of the cat from Alice in Wonderland. I know I should be weary of someone new but the look in his blue eyes almost appears to sincere, and the burning in my throat is urging for me to gulp down the water. Because of that I slowly lift my left hand, not wanting to aggravate the pain anymore, and grasp the glass. I bring it to my lips and almost moan at the feeling of the liquid coating my throat.

“Woah girly, don’t drink too fast you haven’t had anything in your stomach for so long. You’ll get sick drinking too fast.”

I glance up at him slightly and then slow down my sips. It takes about another minute before I’ve finished up the glass and set it back down. The Cheshire cat of a boy grabs the pitcher and refills the glance again for me. I stare at him for another moment before a feeling of dread fills my body. Three weeks.

“Three weeks? You said I’ve been out of it for three weeks!”

He gives me a slow nod, as if scared of my reaction. I can feel my chest begin rising up and down heavily and fast at the thought. Three weeks. Three fucking weeks.

“Ok, I heal physical wounds not emotional so before you start freaking out,” He sits himself down on the bed next to mine, “Three weeks is an incredibly fast recovery time for someone who went through what you did.”

He glances at me and then drops his eyes down to my left arm. I follow his gaze to my arm to see it covered in white bandages going all the way up to my chest.

“Do you remember what happened?”

I scrunch my eyebrows together trying to piece together my memory. The car crash. She was telling me about Gods and monsters when we got hit by something. The monster, that lion-goat thing attacked me and Keiko. I killed it, I think. My memory comes in flashes as I try to piece everything together. My headache made me close my eyes in pain.

“OK, just take your time. You’re finally awake I don’t want you passing back out on me.”

Cheshire places his hand on my right shoulder in a comforting way. I open my eyes and glance at his hand which makes him take it away and bring it back to his side.

“We got attacked. Keiko and I.” I glance at the hunched-over person in the corner of the room who I’ve now figured to be Keiko.

“Is she ok?”

I watch as the boy glances over me to Keiko and his smirk deepens as he rolls his blue eyes.

“Trust me she’ll live. Koko is the most satyr I’ve ever met. Not even the Ciimera could keep her down,” His haze comes back to me and an unreadable expression comes over his face for a split second, “Speaking of the Chimera, I’ve never met a demi-god who’s been able to survive it, let alone kills it.”

My mind runs in a frenzy as he speaks. Koko? Did he really just call Keiko, Koko? What makes me freeze up though is the memory of the monster, or the Chimera as Keiko and this boy have called it. The merciless look in its eyes after it clawed up my back, the hissing of the snake as I used it to strangle the goat, and the way those merciless eyes glossed over as I impaled the beast with the goat's horn.

“I don’t understand,” I looked back at him and tears started to blur my vision as I looked down at my wrapped arm.

“I don’t understand what happened in those woods, or the whole demi-god thing,” I turn from him and then look at my wrapped arm, “And I don’t understand why my arm is wrapped since that monster didn’t touch my arm.”

I watch with blurred vision as the boy glances at my arm with a weary expression and a mix of sorrow. He gives me a small smile and stands up.

“I think you should hear this from a more friendly face,” He walks over to Keiko and flicks her forehead stirring her awake, “Not that I’m saying my face isn’t friendly, because it very much is.” A playful smirk crosses his face.

Keiko leans up and I look at her. She has a fading bruise on her left cheekbone and a small cut on her upper lip. She rubs her eyes and begins to scowl at the boy before she follows his gaze towards me. Her mood instantly shifts as she jumps up and starts walking towards me.

“You’re finally awake,” A smile comes over her light features, “You were touch and go for a while there, had everyone worried. But I told them you were a fighter.”

“That’s true she did.” The boy backs up Keiko.

Keiko turns back towards the boy and sends him an eye-roll.

“You can go now.” She shoos him away with one hand.

The boy just rolls his eyes and smiles anyway as he looks at me.

“Fine, I’m leaving. I spend all my time helping you damsels in distress and I don’t even get a single thank you,” He places his hand over his heart in a fake heart and then smiles at me, “Oh, and by the way Sleeping beauty, I’m Alastair, Son of Apollo. You should know the name of your nurse.”

Alastair smiles at me and Keiko looks over her shoulder at him.

“Don’t you have a mirror to go stare at?”

Alastair laughs as he goes to walk out the screen door.

“I actually might go walk in front of the Aphrodite cabin to bless them with my presence. The ladies have missed me since I’ve been here taking care of Sleeping Beauty. I’ll be back to check on you later Y/N.”

Alastair smirks at both of us and then opens the screen door and lets it slam behind him as he walks away.

“Don’t mind him, he’s a flirt but harmless. He should’ve been a Son of Aphrodite with the way he is obsessed with himself.”

I stare at Keiko silently as I listen to her talk about this stranger with a smile on her face. The longer I stare at the familiarity on her face though, I’ve realized that he was only a stranger to me.

I drag my eyes down to Keiko’s feet expecting to see her usual Doc Martens, but in their place are, Goat Hoaves. What the actual fuck.

“Keiko. Where the fuck are your feet?”

Pure shock must be written on my features, matching the shock I feel in my chest because Keiko sends me a small weary smile.

“Ya about that. Do you remember how I was telling you about the Demi-Gods and Greek stuff before we crashed?”

She questions me as I nod slowly.

“Good. Well, I am what you call a Satyr. I have half the body of a goat and the other half of a mortal. Satyrs are also protectors of demi-gods,” She gestures to me, “like yourself. That’s why I was sent to you last year.”

I stare at her in disbelief trying to make sense of everything she’s telling me.

“I know this can be a lot to take in and I don’t want to pressure you with everything, especially after the lightning bolt and the Chimera.”

I meet her eyes in confusion.

“Lightening bolt? What lightning? All I remember is getting attacked by the monster and then killing it.”

Keiko goes quiet for a moment and then glances at my wrapped arm.

“After you killed the Chimera I found you covered in blood. I was so worried about you, so when I saw you standing over it with the horn in your hand I was so surprised. I had lost a lot of blood myself so when I went to go to you I fell. You came to me but when you did,” Keiko stopped and I watched her chest deepen with each breath, “It came out of nowhere. A lightning strike. It was coming right at us, but you being your sacrificial self pushed me out of the way. That’s when it struck you.”

I glance down at my bandaged arm as I try to recall what she’s telling me. But nothing comes to mind. It’s like the lightning wiped my memory.

Keiko goes to continue talking before I raise my right hand to stop her.

“Did you know the whole time?”

I look Keiko in the eyes and watch the confusion enter them.

“Did you know that my parents, weren’t actually my parents? That I was some Greek freak of nature,” My voice hardening with each question, “Was it all a lie? Our friendship!”

Keiko opens and closes her mouth multiple times and I want her to lie to me and tell me that she chose to be my friend because she liked me for me. That for the first time in my life someone wanted to be my friend. But once I see the pained look in her eyes I already know my answer.

“Get out.”

Keiko stares at me and shakes her head.

“Y/N, I know this whole thing is a shock to you but,”

“Get. The. Fuck. Out!” I yell at her.

And for the first time in our “friendship,” Keiko flinches. She flinches because of me. Good. Fuck her and fuck this demi-god thing. Keiko shakes her head solemnly, then stands up and walks to the door.

As she reaches for the screen door handle, she pauses.

“I might have lied about a lot during our friendship, but I never lied to you about being your friend. I truly do care about you Y/N.”

She must be waiting for me to say something but all I do is stare at the wooden wall in front of me. I hear her let out a sigh and open the door.

“You can come find me when you want to talk.”

The screen door slams for a second time today, as the tears that were building in my eyes finally fall onto my cheeks. The truth of everything I’ve learned brings sobs to my lips and I close my eyes again hoping to wake up from this nightmarish hell.

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