#asks are welcome as ways to continue plot but not necessary

[kiss-me-muchoo]

𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝 || 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary_ reed richards starts falling for his intern; believing she was too good for him and his family, he starts feeling guilty for loving you, even when he discovers your dirty little secret.

warnings_ age gap (reader in her 20s), reader is able bodied and implied to have dark hair (either dark brown or black), manipulation, implied sex, cheating (reader isn’t good here), cheater!reed, plot twist at the end, cringe, inaccuracies, no proofreading

a/n_ the way i want Emma Frost with her natural brown hair // SORRY IF U EXPECTED MORE FROM THIS LOL // USING UNRELATED TAGS SO THIS WONT FLOP

♫ ♪ the worst playlist 4 Pedro

✰ Index (+ fics here)

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The distant sounds of your loud chuckles distracted Reed Richards, who had been focused on erasing his chalkboard. He cleaned his hands and peeked his head through the door of his lab.

There you were, pouring yourself some dark coffee as some engineers in space suits talked to you. Reed noticed how all of them were literally competing to make you laugh and so far, all had been winning.

You got the job of being Reed’s intern two months ago. Despite his insistence on not needing an intern, his boss said it was necessary since he was so busy. Your credentials included a degree in law, medical physics, and pr skills, making you a perfect candidate.

Reed rolled his eyes at the sight of some youngsters flirting with you.

“Need you here, y/n,” he said, killing the fun.

You turned to nod at him and after saying some quick goodbyes, you were back inside his lab, handing him a coffee.

“Thanks”

“You’re welcome, Reed”

You returned to your desk to continue typing on a red typewriter.

Everyone was embellished by you and your kindness. Reed had to warn his brother-in-law, Johnny, to leave you alone because he started to show interest in you.

“Any plans for the weekend?” Reed asked.

“Hmm, not really. I think I’ll rot in bed and order Chinese takeout” you answered shrugging without stopping your typing.

Reed smiled with sympathy, so he dropped the pencil in his hand and patted your shoulder.

“Come and have dinner with me and my family,” he said, making you turn in shock.

“What? No- no, I could not…”

“Yes, you can. My family likes you” he insisted. “Plus, you know our secret”

They hadn’t broken the news of their abilities to anyone besides you, who accidentally discovered their secret while testing Reed’s experiments. They were the famous Fantastic Four and slowly, people were starting to identify them.

“Please, you’re too good for me. You have done a wonderful job” You nearly blushed at his praising words. “The least I can do is invite you to dinner again”

You sigh, finally stopping the typing. You knew their family, mostly Ben and Johnny. Reed’s wife and you hadn’t interacted much and you secretly felt like she didn’t like you whenever you visited their home.

“Okay, fine”

…

Once again, Reed was hearing you chuckling. This time, it was you making Johnny and Ben laugh in the kitchen. Johnny was pouring you wine and Ben asked if you wanted to smoke in the outside patio.

Even Herbie was there by your side making additional comments in the conversation.

“Now Herbie is her friend?” Sue appeared beside Reed, crossing her arms and looking somewhat displeased.

“She has come a handful of times, of course, Herbie recognizes her” he answered, looking away from you to set his eyes on his wife.

“Now, honey. Why you don’t like y/n?” The question caught her off guard. “Don’t pretend to be surprised”

“She calls me Susan,” she said, making Reed laugh. “Everyone calls me Sue. I don’t like being called Susan…”

“She is respectful”

“Oh, so you’re no longer Mr. Richards for her?” Reed rolled his eyes and kissed her cheek.

“She’s my intern. We are together practically all day long”

“I promise you, y/n is good” Sue was not convinced but ended up nodding, following his husband to the kitchen to have dinner with you and the others.

…

It was late. The lab was the only place with people inside. Only you and Reed.

“It’s just that- I feel like we’re missing something” Reed took off his red tie. He looked disheveled, making you drool over him inevitably.

Soon you placed aside the thoughts and went to see the big formula Reed was building in the chalkboard.

“Maybe… a device that can amplify psionic energy could do” you commented with tons of shyness in your voice, almost fearing that Reed would shoo you away for being nosy. “I was a technician as well, I could help-

But instead, he smirked at you.

“Darling, you’re a genius” Your heart started beating and he was at the verge of kissing your cheeks but moved away.

And you noticed it. But pretended not to.

Either way, he looked tired, even stressed out.

“Go home, Reed” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Have dinner with your family, kiss your wife, and rest well, please”

He looks at you with awe, thinking you are the most adorable human he’d ever met.

Your kindness was unmatched and your sweet smile was always enough to make him feel less stressed.

“I promise I won’t touch your ongoing formula” Reed only chuckles.

“Alright, I’ll go home” You hand him his blazer and briefcase. “But don’t stay too late, sweetheart. You also have to rest”

“Promise to leave by 9:00pm” he nods, taking you by surprise with a gentle and friendly hug.

You melt into his touch, wishing to stay in his arms longer. But you don’t, you’re too decent for that.

So you just let him go.

But you had already planted a seed. Reed questioned for the first time if he felt more than friendly feelings for you. It was your kindness and sweetness what unconsciously had lured him.

…

Your heels are the loudest sound in the hallway. Reed’s boss had just approved his experiment to be tested. He literally grabbed your hand and dragged you outside the office to run back to his lab to set to work on the machine he had built.

You had to hold your cotton dress to prevent showing off your underwear by the way you were almost running along Reed.

“I can’t believe it’s going to work,” he said with excitement, pushing the button of the elevator more than needed.

“It was just about time” you replied with the same excitement.

The doors of the elevator opened and both of you quickly entered, soon feeling it in movement.

“And I completed it thanks you” You roll your eyes at his words.

“Stop it, I’m just your intern, Reed” he knew it too well, you weren’t trying him to validate you, it was pure honesty.

“I don’t think you’re just a simple intern”

“No?” Genuinely, you wondered what Reed thought about you.

“You’re more than an intern, y/n,” he said, eyes locked with yours.

Suddenly, you had him so close to you. Even when the elevator felt like an ocean, you two seemed to be squeezed together.

“Still, you are bigger than I am” he grew a cheeky smirk.

“How so?”

“You are the hero of the city. If not… the whole world”

“Oh, really?” You nodded at him. And both of you couldn’t take your eyes off of each other. The tension seemed to be big enough to make you gulp.

And then, the elevator abruptly stopped.

You nearly tripped, but there it was Reed to hold by your hips.

“What was that?” You asked with worry.

“I think the elevator just broke?”

Your eyes snapped open.

“What? No way” You moved around to see if the buttons worked but nothing worked.

“I guess we’re stuck here until someone comes from us” you huffed in disbelief.

“Reed, aren’t you like the most intelligent human being?” He cackled.

“I’m afraid I would be telling my secret to everyone if I fixed this elevator,” he said pointing at the surroundings.

“I can’t believe you,” you said joining his laughs.

It was then that you noticed his hands returned to your hips. Your looked away from him, focusing in the buttons of the elevator.

His raspy beard brushed your exposed neck, making you gasp in shock.

Sweet little innocent you, Reed thought.

“This is wrong, Reed,” you said, avoiding his eyes.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same…” he whispered in your neck.

“I do. But I don’t want to hurt you, nor your family” and there it was, the soft of him. Your kindness, mindfulness, and empathy were what made him fall harder for you.

“Just this once…” he begged, making you unable to move away.

His hot breath and hands brushing your waist were making you all shy, but secretly eager.

“Just this once,” you said before standing on your tiptoes and colliding with his lips at the same time he had to lean over.

The highly anticipated kiss had melted the tension, only to make lust grow.

“Reed…” you half moaned when his crotch brushed your growing wet underwear.

“Nobody will know what happened here” he promised.

Something inside of you shifted. You took off your long coat and threw it onto the floor of the elevator. Reed watched with fascination as you decided to lay on top of the coat, opening your legs, your dress hunching over your ribs, and showing him your white lace underwear with an evident wet spot near the center.

“You’re killing me, sweetheart” he kneeled and it was over for everyone.

He had just given in.

“You’re so lucky I’m sapiosexual” That comment only made him harder in his dress pants, he moved aside your lacy underwear and rubbed his fingers in your wet lips. Already thinking of some stretchy skills to make you scream his name.

…

The lights of the living room were still on when Reed entered the penthouse. There was Sue seated near the giant glass window, looking at the city.

“Why are you so late?” She questioned.

Reed removed his blazer and hung it nearby.

“I almost finished the latest part of the new spaceship”

Lies. He had been in your house for the last five hours. In the Spanish villa style of your house. With your great food and classy furniture. Laying in your fine sheets as your gracious figure bounced on top of him.

“Is it going to be like this from now on?” Sue asked with tiredness.

Her barely visible bump was visible under her nightgown.

“No, sweetheart. I’m just busy…”

“You missed the baby’s heartbeats today” he was guilty.

Reed had always considered himself a good man. But since that day at the elevator with you, everything changed.

“I’m sorry, honey” he truly was.

That night, he held Sue tightly as they slept, but the last thing he saw before succumbing to unconsciousness was you.

…

That same night, he woke up after midnight. Sue was soundly sleeping. Everything was quiet, but something was telling Reed that not everything was as calm as it seemed. He carefully got up and debated whether to put on a robe but desisted when a thump caught his attention. He ran out of the room, assuring Sue was protected by Herbie.

Sounded like someone was looking for something in the lab of his house. Where his most important data was stored.

Reed grew worried because the home had always been safe. Who could have intruded without warning him?

He carefully opened the door and spotted his lamp was on.

Hunched, looking over many of his reports and data, there was a shining figure.

It was a woman, similar to the silver surfer that attacked some weeks ago. But this woman seemed to shine all over like a diamond, looking like she was naked. It would have been a beautiful sight if it wasn’t because she was stealing the drafts of his latest experiment to travel between dimensions.

The woman turned, showing her features looked blurry because of the diamond-like appearance. But she resulted oddly familiar to Reed.

The mysterious woman moved away and when she tried to run away, Reed used the elongating stretch of his extremities to capture the woman. But she was also flexible, she dodged his touch by making a perfect arch and flipping over his arms to sneak away.

Reed turned, running after the intruder.

It was near the entrance where he twirled his arm around the cold and sharp calf of the woman, making her trip.

He applied some pressure around the neck of the woman with his free arm until his hand was grasping her chin, dragging her closer to him.

“Who are you and what are you doing in my home?” He asked, trying to intimidate the intruder.

All he got was silence.

“SPEAK!” He yelled, putting more pressure on the neck.

The figure started to gasp for air. Reed fixated his eyes on the woman and noticed a familiar shine, connected to some warm lips he knew so well.

When he noticed he was choking the woman, the diamond form cracked a little and the woman changed, looking like a normal human made of flesh and blood.

And revealing it was you.

As you squirmed away from him, Reed plucked one of your hairs. You send him flying away, making Reed go beyond shocked. You eyed him with a fair distance between the two of you. Your out-of-breath shape made Reed look at your white attire, completely tight and only your your shoulders and neck.

“Why?” Was all he could ask. But you didn’t reply, you only kept eying him with ease.

He blinked once and you were gone, showing him your telepathic and astral projection abilities.

When he ran back to his office, his most important data was gone.

“Fuck!” He yelled.

“Reed?” Sue called him, standing at the door and looking at the mess. “What happened?”

Reed sighed, looking at your hair in his hand.

…

Reed Richard’s never thought he would be fighting punch-to-punch with you. His dear intern who had lured him to sin. Only to betray him. And he didn’t know why. Only two days later after the big revelation, chaos erupted in the city, led by the silver surfer and you. Reed had been analyzing your DNA to see if it matched with someone else to determine your abilities.

And the results gave a match of Emma Frost with you. Which was even more strange.

Usually, Emma Frost was a mutant from futuristic Earth, always teaming up with the X-Men or Avengers. Emma Frost variants were usually older, in their early thirties, with dyed blonde hair after acquiring their mutant powers. Who were you actually?

Reed didn’t want to fight you. He couldn’t when he was already loving you.

Even if he was guilty of cheating, of letting you go too far. He loved you.

You had your revenge by choking him as well. Finally having him where you had been wanting to have him for so long. Your human form transforms into a diamond, making him unable to look at the face he fell in love with. Only facing a villain, who seemed heartless and didn’t mind causing havoc.

“Why are you doing this?” He asked, gasping for air.

Your piercing eyes showed no mercy as you continued to choke him.

“Spite, jealousy, resentment. Call it what you want…” you said with venom in your voice. “I think it’s actually divine punishment”

“What did I do to you?” Reed barely said, holding onto your wrist, unable to stop you from choking him.

Your diamond form made you cold, ruthless, and bitter. Reed couldn’t comprehend what was happening.

The human torch appeared, trying to burn you, but it didn’t do anything. Your free hand created a protective shield and after the flames disappeared, you started inducing Johnny into some painful telepathic attack, sending him flying away.

You let Reed free, making him fall into a fetal position, gasping.

He watches you kneel beside him, your cold shiny hand touches his temple and a horrid pain started to creep all over his head.

“STOP!” He yelled in pain, but you didn’t.

“You’re disappointing me, Mr. Fantastic,” you said with feigned sadness. “I’m afraid this won't stop. It’s time to remember…”

A big chunk of flashbacks assaulted him all at the same time. He had to hold his head, feeling dizzy and nauseous before the images started to appear.

Ben, Johnny, Sue and him fighting. And then, there you were, wearing a blue suit like them. You had blonde hair, more yellowish compared to Sue.

It was one of their first fights. But why were you there, he remembered that… but you weren’t there at all.

Through the fire of the city, Reed spotted Sue in trouble and ran after her. A big pile of cement was going to fall all over her.

He was in a panic, running as fast as he could. Nearly jumping to cover her, all he heard was a disturbing crack.

When he opened his eyes, he saw you, in that odd diamond form… shattering into millions of pieces.

You had saved them.

Sue screamed in horror and the flashback dissolved, emerging into a new one.

Reed heard the chaos of the present, but the migraine and nausea were still present, and before he could compose himself, he returned to remember.

He was in his lab, trying to glue back each piece of diamond that was once you. Sue entered to check on him, left a cup of tea nearby, kissed his cheek, and left again.

He was stressed, trying to bring you back to life. Reed Richards had never encountered a more difficult situation to work on.

But he finally made it. You were back.

With your natural hair and eye color back, reveal them to Reed for the first time.

You seated yourself on the stretcher you had been resting on and looked around, confused.

“What happened?” you asked, returning to your human form. Reed looked in shock and hurried to hug you. “Reed, honey… What happened?”

He was sobbing.

“I’m so sorry…” he nearly whispered.

Your hands started moving to caress his head in your lap. You brushed his hair, noticing more grey lines decorating it. He was your boyfriend. Your beloved partner since you were in college. What had changed? You didn’t know.

Until you spotted a picture frame on his desk.

He married Sue Storm. And you started to understand.

“For how long I was gone?”

“Some years?…”

So you screamed at him. Mourning that he couldn’t wait for you. That he grew older and you remained young, that he moved on and couldn’t wait for you.

“I despise you so much” and you said it with so much honesty, that it broke Reed.

“I love you,” he said, but you didn’t believe him.

“You can’t love two women” you spit out with coldness.

He tried to reach you, but you stopped him.

“So long, my dear” That was the last thing you said before removing yourself from his memories.

Nobody in the whole world would remember you.

Reed gasped for air, sensing that the flashbacks were over.

He then looked up at the sky, watching the woman in a white cap fighting with his wife.

You had been part of the family, risking your life for them. And somehow, you felt like they had betrayed you. In a sense, they actually had…

Mainly Reed, who was the love of your life.

Despite all the hate in your heart, you had removed yourself from their lives. To let Reed be happy, even when he hadn’t waited for you.

And everything clicked. The memories were erased, the gained trust, the seducing, the betrayal, and the stealing of his latest plans. You were one of Doom’s heralds. You had always been a danger. A veiled hazard for him and his family. Looked like he had just gained a new enemy. Whom he had been closely interacting with.

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TELL ME THIS WOULDN’T BE A BADDIE FOR REED (ignore my poorly edited dark hair)

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[idontcare4urmom]

wrong || matt sturniolo

stepbrother!matt x fem!reader

summary: where your dad found a new woman on his life after one year of your mom's death,so you are forced to live all together after a lot of pressure,but what you didn't know yet is that her son is a total temping being that will send you over the edge..in many ways.

warnings: smuttt,unprotected sex,not proofread,porn with plot,dirty talk,eating out,pet-names,suggestive,scratching,tits sucking,etc.

a/n: my first language is not English,this sure has some grammar or other errors so i am sorry<3

."🎀".

"what the fuck you mean we have to move in with her?" you were basically shouting on your dad,and you weren't sure if you were more annoyed at the fact that he had moved on so far already or cause he didn't even cared to ask you if you acknowledge with it.

"i told you too many times that this is a very big and important step to me honey,besides her place is absolutely flawless,you will love it" his words only made you angrier,but you decided not to push it anymore since you knew deep down it would be waste of time,he had made his decision.

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the days passed quickly,and you found yourself holding your suitcase in front of a captivating building that would change a part of your life for many years,at least your dad did not lie,it was trully more than luxurious,so with a deep sigh you walked until the doorway with him,your anxious levels on high.

after a few knocks the door opened to reveal a surprisingly tall,appealing woman standing there,with brunette silky highlights and a pretty good enough shaped body,the sight made you furrow although you could tell why your father had fallen for her.you were caught off guard when you were the one she even pulled into an embrace first and seemed in general eager to meet you.

"oh sweetie your dad has told me many things about you,i am Lana,come in,come in" you didn't had much time to process because she was pushing your hand gently inside,your eyes widening as you took in the house with your eyes,it was for sure bringing vibes of a cozy,modern place.

you didn't want to be in your normal pissy mood for the reason that she was treating you politely for now,so you made a small comment "wow,the decoration is really nice"

"oh thank you,i want you to be comfortable and feel welcomed here,you can go check the guest room that will be your own,is down the hall,if you need any help just call out my name" you nodded a little and began making your way towards the apparently new space you will probably spend most of the day at.

but,without realizing a sudden unrecognized human figure appeared in front of you while making it's way to another room,making you leave a small yelp from your lips "who are you?"

the blye eyed boy raised an eyebrow once he heard the question,letting a sarcastic laugh as he spoke "very ironic for someone to ask when they are the one in my house" oh? well he had sure attitude for the few seconds you had met him. you were about to say something in response even so he continued, a sheepish grin forming on his lips when he examined your presence through his dark eyelashes "wait..you must be my stepsister"

"huh?" was the only word you could express,you were incredibly confused--who was he? "i am Lana's son, Matt,no one informed you about me?" it was like he was able to read your thoughts,it only creeped you out more.

"no..my father must forgot to announce your existence to me" the words snarked out of your tongue as you were trying hard to act sassy,but for a disguise,cause shit the more you were observeting him the more perfect he got.

he had the necessary amount of beard to sense in case he ever trailed kisses down your body,his blue orbs seemed like they could stare deep into your soul yet in a enjoyable way,and hell those fingers were too distracting for no reason,especially with those silver rings that were practically begging for attention.just any of his facial features were ideal--however you weren't supposed to fall for him,it would be wrong.

you snapped out of your thoughts when there was a sound of a familiar voice snapping across the end of the hall,approaching the both of you excitedly,even though she was addresing specifically to you "i see you guys met,sorry darlin' i forgot to have a quick chat with you about that i have a kid..anyway he may be a pain sometimes but i am sure you will get along well with him"

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two weeks have passed,and she was completely wrong.every day the urge of smashing a bottle on top of his head is only increasing,he would suddenly barg into your bedroom searching for his own belongings,asserting that he often lost things by accident since he is being here from time to time--why? his set-up pc is on your area for years now.

despite that,his own bedroom is just a few steps away from yours,you have been struggling with sleeping peacefully cause he would blast music on his speaker at 2-3 am,you are almost confirmed that he must be doing it on purpose--and it doesn't end here,there is worse.

you are aware of a guy having 'needs' so the occasional echo of moaning could be heard to you from the thin paper walls,you swear that it's music to your ears and you feel like your mind is sabotaging you.he is annoying,that though didn't stopped you from having a weird desire rising in you for him,a pang on your chest with guilt for possessing the most unholy fantasizes whenever he would roam around in just a pair of sweatpants.

with all this being said,you produced a baffling bond with Matt,signs showing that he is on the same page as you,which leads you to today.laying down on your bed with your phone on your hands,stressfully ignoring his presence a few meters away.him entirely concentrated on his screen computer playing--God knows what--video games,with the controller on his hands.the silense more than unbearable.

you were determined to prove to yourself that maybe you can spend some time with him,you took advantage of him not wearing any headphones and lightly tapped his shoulder,pointing towards the black console afterwards "can i try?" you anticipated for his response,silently hoping that he doesn't mind.

Matt was kind of surpised by your request,nevertheless he had finished the round so he nodded "umh..sure" he slid off from the gaming chair while handing you the controller,your fingers barely brushing with his yet enough to make your head spinning.

you rested your body on the mesh fabric as he sat on the bed,and with a glance of the buttons you were clueless of the task in hand,not having any idea on how to participate in the online game.luckily,he noticed the confused look written on your face so he came next to you and started to make a fast learning lesson,

he taught you how to jump,how to run,how to kill,and other features you require to have in case of a proper match.as he did so,you caught him taking a few glimpses of your chest--it's not like he could help it,your crop top was exposing a certain amount of your cleavage,making it hard for him to focus.

a devilish smile curled to your face when you noticed,feeling bold enough to adjust down the shirt such as leaving only your breasts covered--matt could feel his heart beat raising,the temperature of the room turning thick once he stopped talking.

"can you show me how to jump again? i don't think i get it" you spoke,a hint of suggestiveness leaking from your tone--and he didn't want more than just to devour you right there, your father and his mother had left for shopping,so you were both totally alone which sent shivers down your back,

the tension bloomed into a insufferable feeling between the two of you,causing your breath to hitch around your throat,especially when you felt his fingers starting to touch yours fully in attempt to answer your previous 'request'.a hushed gasp breaking out from you when there was a unexpected hand gesture tracing your thigh in a agonizingly pace--screw this.

with a smooth shift of your face and waist you palmed his cheeks,bringing his lips to yours into a fiery dance.he didn't hesitate to shove his tongue in your mouth,impatiently exploring your taste before nipping down your bottom lip,eliciting a moan from you that get's shallowed against him,

the sound you made vibrated through matt's whole body,landing directly straight to his core and he could feel his jeans growing tight around his crotch,he didn't ever remembered himself getting hard from just a making out session--he craved more,he needed more,and so did you.

his hands started travelling their way to your stomach,crawling upwards until he squeezed your nipples over the fabric of your top and reaching to lift it up, "is this okay?" you nodded desperately at the question,he didn't wasted time by taking it off over your head,unclasping with one motion your bra afterwards to shower your bare chest with open-mouthed kisses,

your hums of approval soon turned into whimpers when he wrapped his mouth on the flesh of your left breast,swirling his tongue around it while his hand pinched the other between his free fingers,he repeated his actions by giving the same treatment to your right one after.

with a loud pop he pulled away,slowly reaching under the gaming chair so he is on his knees,his eye pupils half-lidded and fluttering over your face before he yanks off your shorts with panties,exposing your already wet dripping pussy to his hungry gaze,

"fuck you are soaked,how long have you been dreaming this? have you been waiting for me to finally pleasure you sweetheart?" you could him mutter cooing through gritted teeth,licking at your thighs in a intractable speed as he itches towards the arching spot in between your legs,lavishing his attention there as he made a long stripe up on your clit,making you buck your hips against his face shamelessly,

your nails found his hair,gripping and tugging on it for support,dragging a hiss from his mouth as he began to lap on your juices like you were his last meal,you started riding his face while whining pathetically,the obsence resounds filling the room as he continued to satisfy you.

his index finger rubbed your entrance,letting you shaking for more and barely hearing his gagged whispers "you taste so fucking amazing,such an intoxicating cunt",your lower abdomen started quivering into the familiar knot,reminding you of your approaching release,making you clench uncontrollably around his mouth,

"come on,finish all over face baby" matt sneered out when he sucked on robs of your pre-cum, your lips forming a perfect 'o' shape in the same time you swirled your digits on his roots so his head is forced to be still there,with a long pornographic moan you erupted,spurting thick,white jets that made your legs glistening.

after pulling away he swooped you into his arms,carrying you bridal-style on the mattress of the bed,him laying down firstly before grasping your sides stronly,helping you to be on top of him as he guided your hips so you can push against his clothed erection,the sensation maddening for the both of you.

your still sensitive heat grinded back and forth,feeling his cock poking under you so your hands progress to tug the zipper of his jeans down,sliding them down along with his boxers to his ankles in a way of exposing his throbbing tip,you usually didn't liked how dicks looked but matt's was different; a needy tenderness to have it deep inside you,he adjusted with ease the head down your folds,and with no doubt you sinked down on his length.

a unbidden squeal slipped from you as he grunted repeatedly,his grunts turned into loud groans of pure filthiness as soon as you started bouncing yourself,your tight walls squelching him, sending him closer to the edge even though it hadn't passed a minute of you riding him,his back arching forward which gave you the opportunity of scratching down the skin of his behind shoulders,

"such a good girl,fucking yourself on your stepbrother's cock, such a whore f'me" his words actually made you feel pitiful yet encouraging your movements to speed up their pace,his hips thrusting up to meet yours so he can pound into your hole frequently, "c-close" you panted out,your second orgasm increasing through you as your walls clinged around him,the actions driving matt insane "going to fill you up,do you want that? do you want me to cum inside you?"

you miserably sobbed in bliss and let a ''hphm'' of approval,before you knew it matt had busted,his climax exploding extremely hard into your pussy,following suit after him with your head throwed back and stopping after a minute so you can pull yourself out of him,both of you being a panting mess,

"that was incredible" "i am never letting you to even enter my room again"

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[thanosscross]

My Pain in the ass - Choi Seung-Hyun/T.O.P x reader part 1

Summary: You were Seung Hyun's personal pain in the ass, but what happens whenever he decides to throw you, the fans, and a talk show host through a plot twist?

Warnings: noneeee

Whenever you joined BigBang it sent waves through the K-pop industry, not only were you the first female, but you were taking one of the member's spots. At first it was hard, the fans still upset for awhile after the member left, but after seeing the chemistry you had on stage with the boys, it quickly changed to you being welcomed. The boys were the kindest to you, treating you like you had always been apart their family, you were grateful for it, showing it by finally warming up and letting your guards down whenever you were at the dorm with them all.

Seung Hyun and you had a different dynamic than the others, you were a lot more touchy with him, always having to have your hand holding his or touching him in some ways, he just calmed you somehow. While you were overly touchy with your friend, he was the opposite, never really wanting to be touched unless necessary. Despite his disliking to always being touched, Seung Hyun never really rejected your advances, sure he'd have little sarcastic or annoyed remarks about them, but he'd never turn you away.

As you entered the dorm excitedly, finally done with your half of recording, you noticed Seung Hyun reclined on the couch playing some video game with Ji-Yong. "Seunggg" You cheered tiredly, making your way over as he shot you a playful glare, shaking his head "Noo, stay away, I don't want you" He laughed as you kicked your shoes off "Too bad, I need a T.O.P hug" You huffed, Seung Hyun just continued to shake his head laughing "Noo! I want to play my game! Not be trapped by a clingy woman!" He whined as you flopped next to him on the couch, as he tried to lean away from you playfully you were quick to wrap your arms around him sighing "I won, now hug me" You huffed, laying your head on his chest with a sigh "You're a pain in my ass" He scoffed as he wrapped his arms around you tightly, placing a hand on the back of your head as he held you close, after feeling you take a long exhale he let go, grabbing the controller again before turning his attention back to the game. You stayed in your spot, using the excuse of Seung Hyun's arms being wrapped around you as he held the controller, to not move. As you started to focus on his heartbeat and whispers of frustration anytime he would die in the game, you felt yourself starting to doze, your grip on Seung Hyun's sides loosening as you lost your battle to sleep.

As they both finished up their game together, Ji-Yong was first to notice your passed out state, smiling brightly as he 'oo'ed teasingly towards his friend "You can't move now" He teased laughing as he stood up, flaunting to his friend the ability he had, that you were currently restricting Seung Hyun from having. The boys had an unspoken rule, if you had fallen asleep on them, they were frozen to that spot until you woke up again, usually that person being Seung Hyun. You were the youngest of the group, only just now turning twenty two while Dae-Sung was two years older, then Ji-Yong and Tae-Yang at 25, and Seung Hyun at 26, so they all treated you as the baby of their group. The nicknames worked perfectly for fans, especially with them always speculating on your and Seung Hyun's relationship, He acted like the baby of the group, and you were the baby of the group. "I can't just stay here all day, she sleeps like a cat! Will you at least get me a drink?" Seung Hyun asked reaching for his friend dramatically "I guesssss" He laughed, dragging out his words as he walked to the kitchen, Seung Hyun using the time alone to look down at you, moving the hair from your face gently as he took in your features.

You kept Seung Hyun trapped on the couch until around midnight, whenever you groggily woke up from what was supposed to be a nap, sitting up slowly to take in Seung Hyun laying next to you, hanging halfway off of the couch's edge, not wanting you to fall off in your sleep, he had moved over, using his body as a safety guard for you. Tiredly you rubbed your eyes, trying to find your phone or anything to indicate what time it was, as you searched around you felt an arm wrap around you and pull you back down onto the couch "Don't go, you're warm" You heard Seung Hyun mumbled in his sleep before turning onto his back, you couldn't help but blush brightly, placing a hand on his shoulder as you shook him lightly "Seung Hyun..Seung..Wake. Up" You huffed, smiling in victory whenever you saw him glare at you through tired eyes "Come on, go to your bed" You mumbled quietly, not wanting to wake up any of the other boys "Come on" You repeated, slowly and carefully trying to crawl over him, only for your foot to come in contact with your phone that sat on the floor, causing your foot to slip out from under you, sending you falling onto Seung Hyun, his hands quickly caught your waist, taking away some of the impact of your fall "S-Sorry" You mumbled, feeling nervous by his touch all of a sudden "You're fine, Aein, are you okay?" He asked, his voice still laced with sleep, you just nodded, attempting to get up again, this time being a lot more successful. As you took Seung Hyun's hand in yours, you tiredly led him towards the dorm room, five different beds spread throughout the room as three out of five of said beds were filled with your sleeping bandmates.

As you departed from each other, you felt colder almost, nonetheless you still crawled into your own bed, pulling your blankets over you before trying to fall back asleep. You laid there for what seemed like forever, before finally standing up making your way towards the door, moving to go to the living room, knowing you wouldn't be able to sleep now that you've already napped. As you went to go to the door you stopped, nervously glancing back at Seung Hyun, his back to you as you assumed he slept peacefully. "I can feel you staring" His deep voice was quiet, but you could still hear it over the snores from the others "Sorry...I just..can't sleep" You mumbled nervously, Seung Hyun huffed rolling over before lifting his arm open "Come here" He huffed rolling his eyes as you quickly made your way over to him, laying next to him, humming softly as he wrapped his arm around your waist tightly.

The next day you were immediately rushed off to a talk show performance, not really having any time to think about how you woke up. Your performance was a rather easy one, as soon as it ended, you giggled watching as Seung Hyun flop on the floor, panting softly as the others sat in their seats. You just sat next to him placing your hand on his arm gently as you listened to the host ask questions to each boy before making his way to you and Top "Are you two comfortable down there?" He asked laughing, watching as Seung Hyun playfully glared at you trying to shoo you away, you just stayed adamant, taking your hand in his tightly as you placed it in your lap "Yes, I am" You smiled sweetly, giggling as Seung Hyun muttered an "I'm not" "So! We need to know what is going on between you two!" He cheered looking at you both as the cameras panned in your direction. "To everybody's disappointment, Seung Hyun and I are just good friends, even if he won't admit it" You teased, kissing his cheek gently, Seung Hyun smirked, thinking to himself how funny it'd be to watch you get flustered and how funny it'd be if after all this time he just...Grabbing the back of your neck he kissed you softly, moving his lips against yours for a moment before finally pulling away, turning to look at the camera "Good friends" He smirked holding up his hand, his fingers in the shape of a heart.

After that you were clinging to him even more, trying to get him to explain further on why he kissed you, but all you got was a slight shrug and a 'I don't know, I wanted to'. As you chased after him into the dorm, he laughed trying to get away, locking himself in the bedroom as you whined and pounded on the door "Seung Hyun!! Please!" You groaned dropping your head against the door, you could hear his laughs through the door "No! My room!" He shouted flopping onto your bed "Ooo! Y/n's bed and pillows! Under my ass!" He shouted playfully, huffing as the door opened, knowing you had to of gotten the step stool to grab the key from the top of the door frame "You sir? An ass!" You shouted throwing one of his dirty shirts at him, he just caught it laughing "Why!?" He asked, standing up quickly as you charged at him, you didn't do much damage as you tried to shove him back, instead his arms just wrapping around you "Why would you kiss me like that on tv!? Why would you kiss me like that!?" You shouted in shock, he just smirked laughing harder, even though usually his laughs were like honey, sweet and smooth, but now they were frustrating you "What? Like this?" He asked cupping your cheeks before bringing his lips to yours again, smiling against your lips as you closed your eyes and kissed back this time, confirming what he had been thinking all along, your clinginess wasn't clinginess, it was a crush.

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Just discovered one of my favorite fics is discontinuing SO it's time to bust out the old Rules™ again because some people new to fandom might need a reminder:

Authors are not obligated to give you anything.

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This is a new one for my list but don't fucking,,,PRETEND a fic is something it's not. "I like this but I read this as platonic" on a ship fic or "They are being SO ROMANTIC" on a gen fic is also an asshole thing to do. Don't push your preferences on others, especially not the author of a fic you're reading. This is a good way to get a spiteful author who will immediately either stop writing or gun it in the opposite direction.

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[moonlight1110]

He knows he's better (Part 2)

Ghost x Reader

You come home late from a date with an old friend of yours, a date which you've mentioned to Simon... Your roommate who DEFINITELY has feelings for you

Tags: afab!reader, smut, p in v, prn WITH plot, far from canon simon, tension tension tension!, i write with badjhur's voice in my ear, he's so much better tbh, so much talking, not proofread uwu

Read part 1 for context, but not necessary to understand the whole thing ;p

"Simon-!" You gasped, feeling his lips drag down to your neck, giving you open-mouthed kisses. "Tell me..." he mumbled against your skin, licking a stripe along your throat. "When was the last time you've been properly taken care of, huh?" He asked, mocking all those who came before him.

"Can't... remember—" you breathed out, closing your eyes as the sensation of his tongue trailing down your neck was starting to overwhelm you, no one had ever taken so much time and care to make you feel this good before.

Simon clicked his tongue, groaning lowly as his hands snaked their way down to your back and under your dress, cupping the globes of your ass in his rough hands, kneading slowly as he brought you closer on his lap.

"Can't remember?" He laughed, humming as he brought his head back up to meet your eyes. "Then I'll just have to remind you," his lips met with yours in a slow, sensual kiss as he pulled you closer, guiding your hips to grind down on the bulge that was starting to form in his pants.

"Remind you how you deserve it," he whispered, pulling away briefly before going back in to kiss you. "Remind you how bad you need it..." He groaned, feeling the heat from your core start to make him harder under you.

The feeling made you shut your eyes tighter, your body seemingly moving on its own as you ground your hips harder against him, desperate for some friction. "Simon, please..." You whispered, hands gripping on his shoulders.

"Use your words, love..." He chuckled, keeping the steady pace of his lips on yours, his hands still kneading the plump flesh of your ass, teasing you by going under the hem of your panties ever so slightly.

"Want you..." Your response was met with a grin against your lips. "What do you want from me?" He replied teasingly, giving your bottom lip a little bite that made you whimper. "Simon, please... I don't need to say it..." You opened your eyes, giving him a glare. "Oh but you do, lovie," he started, his hands retracting from your ass to move over to your thighs.

"Can't just give you anything, I need you to tell me what y' want" he grinned, hands travelling higher until he reached your inner thighs, squeezing the flesh softly.

"Y' used to taking whatever your little dates give you, huh? M'not like them, sweetheart, far from them..." He whispered, pressing soft kisses to your jaw. "Tell me what you need so I can give it to you..." He continued, humming against your skin.

Without seeing a way around your current situation, you had no choice but to oblige. He was right, none of your dates or flings paid this close attention to you, this was so different from what you were normally used to, different but welcomed.

You closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around Simon's neck as you leaned closer to his ear. "Just want you so bad... I don't..." You hesitate for a moment, trying to think of what to say next. "I don't know what to ask for..." You confessed, burying your head in the crook of his neck to hide the way your face was getting hotter.

Simon chuckled, his hands now moving to hold your body close to his as he stood up, lifting you. "Let's figure out what you want then, love" without another word, he carried you to your bedroom, giving you little kisses here and there until he gently placed you on your bed, giving himself space between your legs.

"So perfect..." He grinned, leaning down to connect your lips. You hummed, returning it immediately. This made Simon smile against your lips as he held your legs on either side of his hips, hovering on top of you.

"Si..." You whispered breathily, desperate for another kiss when you parted. He chuckled when you pouted, thinking about how cute you looked in that moment. "Yes?" He asked teasingly, moving down your body to kiss at your neck then down to the valley of your breasts as one of his hands trailed up from under your dress, hiking it up to reveal your hot core, hidden behind your underwear.

It made Simon groan under his breath, seeing the way you were squirming under him.

"I don't wanna wait... Can we just do it, please?" You whined, looking down at him, eyes blown out and clouded with desperation. Simon laughed as he pushed your dress up further, taking it off of your body with care. "We can't just do it, sweetheart," He whispered, breath hot against your stomach as his hands travelled under your back to unclasp your bra.

"Need t'prepare you for me..." He continued, kissing your collarbone as he fumbled with the hooks for bit before finally taking your bra off. You could see the way his eyes lit up when he finally saw your bare chest, immediately licking around your perky nipples before taking it in his mouth to suck on it.

"So beautiful, love..." He groaned against your chest, making sure to give your other breast some attention by cupping it in his much larger hand, rubbing your nipple in little circles. You moaned silently, between the bulge in his pants that was rubbing up on your clothed sex, and his hot mouth sucking on your tits, it was overwhelming.

You whined, throwing your head back against the pillows as your back arched up into him. You tried to get your hand under your panties, desperate to satisfy yourself but you were quickly stopped by Simon's hand which was now interlocked with yours. "No, no..." He chuckled, mouth moving to suck on your other nipple.

"The only way you're gonna be feeling good tonight is from me, and me only" He said sternly, looking up into your eyes as he hummed, taking your nipple between his teeth, making you gasp.

After a few more minutes, Simon could tell you were starting to get impatient, it was cute, he thought... But he couldn't deny he was also starting to get impatient himself.

His mouth moved down your body, kissing and licking your skin down to your stomach and now just above the hem of your underwear. He looked up at you, eyes meeting yours in a silent exchange as you nodded, biting your lip.

"Fuck..." He cursed under his breath as he finally took your underwear off, seeing how soaked you were. "All for me?" He teased, humming as he closed his eyes and hooked an arm around your thigh, lifting it up to his mouth to give your inner thigh sweet kisses.

"Fuckin' pretty all over, love..." He groaned, eyebrows knitting as he inched closer to your weeping cunt.

"Simon..." You breathed out, back arching when you felt his tongue on you, licking and sucking at your clit. "Taste so good, baby..." He moaned, his tongue moving faster and slipping into your entrance, it was almost like he was making out with your pussy at this point.

His nose was bumping against your clit as he fucked you open with his tongue, moaning against your cunt as he ate you out like a man starved

"Si—!" You gasped as your fingers found his hair, tugging at it with just a bit of pressure, this didn't make Simon stop however, and it only encouraged him more. Your moans and whimpers driving him absolutely insane as he continued to eat you out, moaning against your cunt.

"That's it, baby... Guide my head where you want it..." He chuckled, taking your clit between his puckered lips to suck on it, making you moan out loud.

The room was hot, and the sounds of your moans mixed with the wet sounds of Simon's mouth on your pussy was overwhelming. His thumb moved down to your clit, rubbing it in circles as his tongue slipped inside your entrance again.

"Oh, fuck..." You cursed, biting your lip as you felt a knot in your stomach start to form. You moaned Simon's name as your legs began to shake.

"That's it, doing so fuckin' well for me, sweetheart" he praised, feeling your clit twitch under his thumb. "Wanna taste you on my tongue so bad, baby... Come on" he continued, moving his thumb faster and completely in sync with his tongue.

"Can't anymore—" you whimpered, hands covering your face as you felt yourself getting close to your climax. "M'cumming, Si..." You moaned as your voice trembled.

"Mhm, mhm..." Simon hummed between your legs while he nodding eagerly, desperate to taste your sweet juices on his tongue.

"Si—!" You gasped when you felt yourself finally come undone, your back arched and your hips grinded against Simon's face as he lapped up all your juices, not wanting to waste a single drop even though you were practically dripping down his chin.

"You taste so good, baby, goddamn... So sweet..." He laughed as he leaned back up to sit on his knees. "Can't imagine how you'd feel around me..." He looked down at you with hungry eyes as he unbuckled his belt, kicking his pants and underwear off.

Your eyes widened, seeing how big he was as he stroked his cock in his hand. Tip red and angry as beads of precum dripped down. He smirked when he noticed your eyes on him as he lowered himself, pressing his tip to glide over your slick folds.

"You're so big..." You whispered, reaching out to try and hold him in your hand but you could barely even wrap your fingers around his entire girth.

He nodded, mouth opening slightly as he felt your fingers stroking his cock slowly, up and down against your cunt. "Mhmm, think you can take it, love?" He teased, bucking his hips to give your clit some friction.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you nodded, running your thumb over the slit of his tip. You looked up at him with half-lidded eyes to see how his eyelashes fluttered shut, focusing on the feeling of your hands moving to pleasure him.

"I can't wait anymore, need you around my cock, baby..." He groaned as he leaned down to connect your lips in a passionate kiss as he laced his fingers with yours, his other hand positioning his dick at your entrance.

"Tell me if you wanna stop, okay?" He whispered in your ear as he teased your slit, tapping your clit with the tip of his dick a few times before he let it catch in your entrance.

You nod, squeezing his hand in yours as you waited for him to push in.

"Fuck..." His words were drawn out as he finally started to push his tip in slowly, "Simon!" You cried out, currently bridging between pleasure and pain as you felt the stretch of his dick inside you.

"Want me to stop? Am I hurting you?" He asked genuinely, groaning at how tight you were.

You shook your head, closing your eyes tightly as you continued to grip his hand. "N-no, don't... Slowly, please..." You whispered, trying to calm yourself down.

"Of course..." He reassured you, his other hand now rubbing gentle circles at your clit to try and relax you. "You're doing so well, baby... Just need you to relax for me..." he whispered as he moved again, letting you take him inch by inch.

Simon stopped when he was almost halfway in, he didn't want to overwhelm you so he stopped where he knew you could take it, after all, you were already doing so well and it would be up to you if you wanted to take him deeper, he just didn't want to force it.

"Tell me when you want me to move, love..." He said gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he rubbed soothing circles on your hand, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down.

You let yourself relax first, letting the small bit of pain subside before you gave Simon the go signal to move. You looked up at him, nodding slowly as you gripped his hand.

Simon nodded as he started to move, setting a slow pace. "Doing so well f'me... That's it, baby, you can take it..." He praised as he leaned his head back, getting lost in the feeling of your tight cunt around him. You couldn't speak as you adjusted to Simon's length, knowing it wasn't even all the way in.

"Fuck..." You cursed, feeling the pain slowly be replaced with pleasure as you moaned out, arching your back as Simon thrusted slowly, in and out.

"Taking me so well... Such a good girl..." He moaned, moving his hand to grip your waist, his pace increasing ever so slightly as he pulled you closer and guiding your hips to meet with his thrusts.

"Feels so good, Si..." You moaned breathily, biting your lip. Simon nodded, getting drunk on the feeling of your pussy clenching down on him everytime he gave you deeper thrusts.

"Can I go deeper, baby? Please?" He whispered, humming as he started to circle his thumb on your clit again. "Wanna feel you take my cock all the way, please..." He pleaded, dragging his thumb and adding more pressure to your clit.

"Yes—yes..." you nodded desperately. "Thank you-thank you, lovie... I know y'can take it" he groaned, his movements slowing down as he moaned out, giving you more of his cock.

"Si..!" You whimpered, feeling his cock inch deeper until you felt his hips fully bucking against yours when he started moving faster again.

He was big, overwhelmingly big, and he was starting to lose himself when he felt you messaging all of his cock in your tight cunt, pulsing around him.

"Holy fuck, lovie... You're driving me crazy" he chuckled, opening his eyes to look into yours as he moved faster. The sounds you were both making were almost pornographic now with how loud you were moaning his name and how wet your cunt sounded when Simon pounded into you.

"Wanna feel you clench on my cock, baby... Can you do that?" He whispered, giving you a hard thrust and humming when he pulled out all the way to pound into you again. "Wanna feel you cum around me..." He moaned out, going faster again as he felt himself on the brink of his climax.

You held onto his forearm as you whimpered, throwing your head back on the pillows even further. "I'm close— so close, Si..." You gasped, nails digging into his flesh.

"Cum for me... Wanna feel you so bad.. " he leaned down, crashing his lips against yours in a messy kiss as his thrusts started to get sloppy, his hands now gripping on your waist to fuck you against him in lustful desperation.

"Cumming—" you couldn't warn him early enough as you came on his cock, clenching down as moaned his name a little louder than before. Your legs trembled as you felt yourself ride out your orgasm, but Simon didn't stop moving just yet, chasing his own orgasm

He pulled out just when he was about to cum, stroking his cock furiously as he came all over your stomach and clit with silent praises, his voice in a whisper as he closed his eyes and laid on top of you.

"You did so well..." He chuckled when we calmed down, laying beside you and pulling you close to him. You nodded, silently thanking him when he brushed your hair from your face to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

A moment of silence passes by as Simon rubs your back soothingly, letting you rest your head on his chest.

"I love you sweetheart..." He said after a while, closing his eyes to hold you close to him. "Don't ever want you to settle for less anymore..." He whispered, and it was a promise now that he was officially yours.

[alicerosejensen]

Find me

Warning: mention of blood, violence (physical and psychological), mention of viruses, parasites, zombies; kidnapping; the reader has a slight anemia; Fem/reader; established relationship with Leon.

Synopsis: You could have a quiet wedding and a good life with the person you love most in the world. Leon was ready to protect you to the death from his enemies and viruses but… it seems that someone is also interested in you. And the price for life will be very high.

A/N: The idea from this post that I wrote about quite a long time ago. "Together forever" I'm not very good at writing (apparently the Yandere theme is not mine, no matter how much I like it). So I'm going to try this plot. I don't know how many parts there will be, but if everything goes well, then probably a lot (maybe 10-12 or so). I hope someone likes it because I have serious notes on this work in my notebook, as if these are sketches for the 9th part of the resident).

Tags will be added to the following parts. I was very much inspired by the remaster and Haunting ground when I was taking notes. After all, both games were made by Capcom.

Feedback is welcome (but no insults!)

Sometimes the worst horror happens in the name of love. It's not the worst plot for books, films or paintings that are more than a hundred years old and it's impossible not to admit that sometimes we want to be loved until our death.

And maybe after it.

The words sound soft, with a slight taste of regret, as if somewhere between the letters there is a treacherous "I'm sorry". But in fact it was so predictable. Leon hugs you too tightly, experiencing an inexhaustible sense of guilt, because he promised to decide together where you will spend your honeymoon, which is unlikely to last exactly a month, he promised to watch a movie with you that you have been planning for a long time and… and everything went to hell.

Leon nuzzles your cheek and devoutly kisses you gently, leaving a wet trail with his eyes closed. Another sign of his eternal love, his lips are imprinted on the bridge of your nose, making you smile from the slight tickle caused by his stubble. He had no power over not being called to work for at least another week, but the government is not interested in the personal life of his best agent. And yet you enjoy the way he puts his arm around your waist, holding you as tightly as he can.

"Okay, Mr. Kennedy," you joke kindly, inhaling the almost faded scent of his cologne. "I forgive you, once again. Run to save the world" You smile looking into his crystal blue eyes filled with sadness and longing.

"I promise that I will ask the authorities for a good vacation," Leon swears very sensually, continuing to hold you tightly in his hands and look with those puppy eyes from which the soul is torn apart and kisses again this time on the forehead, "If necessary, I will harness Ingrit and no one will bother us. We'll plan everything the way you want, even if it's a tour of all the castles in Europe"

You laugh sincerely, removing the bangs from his face, hoping to stretch the moment of intimacy with him longer. It was so warm and safe next to him that you snuggled up to his chest and he gently cradled you in his arms like a child.

"Don't do anything stupid in my absence"

"I still need to do an exhibition and maybe I'll finally clean up the bookcase," you lie knowing full well that the books will still lie randomly on the shelves and you won't even touch them. Actually, your work was the only thing that could save you from the all-consuming longing for Leon.

"Be careful, okay?" with some hidden fear, he asks, reluctantly releasing you from the ring of embraces. "I'll call as soon as I get a free minute and I'll really be back soon"

Leon is already out on the street and you follow him with a sad look, noticing some dark car to the side. Rightly deciding that they came for him, you lower your head, sighing heavily and literally taken aback when Leon's lips abruptly cover yours with a demanding and somewhat rude kiss that you forget how to breathe. At some point you try to seize the initiative, but strong hands push you against the wall and you hit the back of your head a little painfully, allowing him to dominate. As always.

"I would eat you right here," Leon said sarcastically and quietly stroking your hips, "But I really have to go."

And you silently bite your lower lip while watching him move away from you and get on his bike.

Well, that cool car wasn't for him, but this thought quickly leaves your head and in the end, tired of standing on the street, you just go back into the house, closing the door, grabbing the phone and immediately sending him an impatient "I miss you already." However, this does not prevent you from also ordering food with home delivery and watching some movie to pass the evening that was hopelessly spoiled.

The evening really became disgusting, neither delicious food saved him, nor a good movie will save him.

"Complete shit" a quiet curse came off your lips when you looked at the phone screen for the hundredth time in the evening and endlessly reread Leon's last message "My love…" which seems to have been imbued with such despair that tears came to your eyes. He was like a big kid who couldn't live a day without you and besides, only with you his sleep was like a more or less healthy one. You were his only light and he wanted that light to stay with him forever. Well, you could send him a hundred more messages, but it's unlikely that he will have the opportunity to read them in the next few hours or even days. So with bitterness, you just turned off the TV and went to the bathroom to get ready for an earlier than usual sleep.

Hot water pleasantly calmed and warmed the skin flowing down the body. You spent 15 minutes in the shower, brushing your teeth and doing all the usual and favorite cosmetic procedures, smeared your body with a lotion with a pleasant floral scent, waiting for it to soak into pale skin. The mood even improved a little when you changed into pajamas and straightened the bed once more before putting your head on the pillow and looking at the phone.

Nothing.

There's no point blaming Leon or doubting his love. It wasn't up to him. Sometimes he was dragged out of bed late at night and you could not see him for weeks without even being able to talk on the phone for one minute. But when he returned, he turned into a puppy clinging to his beloved owner and covered your body with a lot of kisses, not letting you get out of bed. Not that you mind… You always miss him and worry about him.

Sighing, you turn over on your side, putting the phone on the bedside table and not seeing the desired message from your fiance. Therefore, grabbing Leon's pillow, the lungs are filled with his smell and instead of feeling his presence, you experience only a deep feeling tearing apart that makes your heart beat a little faster.

And closing your eyes, you reach for the switch, when suddenly for a second the phone quickly notifies you of a new message from the addressee next to whose name the heart turns red.

"Don't forget to take the pills that the doctor prescribed for you. I want this sickly pallor to disappear. Love you"

Well, smiling, you took a screenshot of the message for some reason, saving it in your gallery on your phone. After sending Leon the answer, you still remembered that you really forgot about those pills once again, but you didn't want to get up anymore, so you left this matter for the morning. Sighing once again, trying his luck in the hope that Leon would write something else, your mobile was treacherously silent while you were just flipping through the social media feed.networks thinking only about how dependent you are on this man. However, the same can be said about him. The phone went out, as did the light in the bedroom, and sleep slowly overtook your mind when you hugged else's pillow without hearing quiet footsteps in the next room. The uninvited guest, thanks to Leon, had to tinker a lot with the lock of the front door before he unlocked it, quietly closing it behind him so as not to attract your attention while you were in the shower. Merging with the surrounding darkness, it was necessary to wait for the right time and prepare the syringe so that everything went as it should and the target was quietly neutralized without attracting the attention of neighbors.

The order was well paid and the fact that Leon left the house on that day was only to his advantage. After all, a government agent can ruin everything and getting rid of him threatened big problems that were not needed by anyone, but who will remember about his pretty bride, about whom he will probably quickly forget everything himself? The unknown person only needed to stick a pomeranian, inject the substance and quietly take the target out of the house by throwing a fake note with a handwriting similar to yours that you and Leon do not see the future for yourself. Pick up a few personal items and throw them in the nearest trash as proof of the truthful departure of the unfaithful bride.

Not the worst plan, especially since Leon Kennedy will think about your disappearance and how natural it is, no one really cares. Even if he suspects this ill-conceived plan, by that time you will be too far away from here anyway.

The problem was solved by itself because you are a simple art worker did not pose any threat even if you tried to resist. One step, two… the blessed victim will not suspect anything until the very moment when someone else's hand in a black glove closes her mouth and sticks a needle into her body. You fall asleep without suspecting anything, somehow reflexively reaching to the left side where Leon usually sleeps with his back to the bedroom door.

You are separated by literally a few meters from each other before one inept movement spoils everything.

The sound of falling books that Leon has been asking you to arrange exactly for so long makes you open your eyes by squeezing the pillowcase of the pillow and the "guest" freeze without touching the door handle. However, you felt a gaze on you that did not let you be deceived that someone had entered the house.

In Leon's bedside table there is a 9mm pistol fully loaded. It's not that you were very accurate, but Leon took you to a place as entertainment, where you trained shooting at targets under the watchful eye.

"not the worst result for a beginner," he said condescendingly so as not to upset you, but it was fun even if the gun was real.

Except now there are no jokes! You heard another step towards your side and held your breath, gathering strength for a jerk to pull out the gun and remove it from the safety. From fear, the heart beat faster, causing the blood to roar in your ears and before the intruder's hand landed on your face, you abruptly rolled to the left side of the bed, throwing a pillow at the person standing over you, winning for yourself a couple of seconds from his confusion.

Jumping to your feet, you quickly grabbed the gun pointing it at the man with trembling hands, removing it from the safety.

"Your own life is more expensive," you thought when a man of impressive size in a mask stood a meter away from you without a weapon, because his goal is to deliver you alive because you will not be of any use dead.

You held his floor at gunpoint, but your hands were shaking from the unusual weight and you really wanted to lower them down, but you held on trying not to panic. A step towards you and you pulled the trigger without aiming so stupidly hitting the closet, startled by the loud noise of the shot, immediately shrinking and from unaccustomed frightened by the strong recoil of the weapon.

"Fuck," he swore loudly, immediately rushing to you, forcing you to scream at the top of your voice while miraculously dodging. Rushing to the door, the first thought was to run outside and ask for help from neighbors, especially since the sound of a gunshot and a woman's scream certainly did not go unnoticed and someone probably should have already called the police. We just need to hold out. However, you only managed to jump out into the corridor when suddenly a strong man's hand roughly grabbed you by the hand in which you were holding a gun and your finger pressed the hook again making a shot.

Again a loud noise, your screams and a small hole in the ceiling.

Again the bullet flew by.

"Get off me, you bastard!"

A ringing slap in the face and you abruptly fell to the floor dropping the gun somewhere to the side. He immediately hung over you, but grabbing the first book that came to hand, you threw it in her man's face and taking advantage of another hitch jumped to her feet, running on without thinking about how much lip hurts.

And yet, the chances of escape were initially small, especially when shortness of breath began due to anemia and the chest began to ache sharply. A deep breath did not help even if your body was filled with adrenaline, he still knocked you to the floor, pressing your whole body to the floor, taking that ill-fated syringe out of your pocket and sticking it into you by quickly pressing the plunger . It only takes a few minutes, but because of your screams and shots, even they could put the entire mission under the "failed" icon, so without wasting even these precious minutes, the kidnapper grabs you by the hair and just hits your head on the floor suppressing resistance at the root. The world before your eyes becomes hazy and barely audible when a strange and unusual feeling of lightness covers you despite the pain in your head.

"Bitch ruined everything"

This bastard threw you over his shoulder and quickly ran out of the house, leaving the syringe lying there on the floor because there was no more time. Throwing you carelessly like a sack into the backseat, he slammed the door and gave gas to get away from the crime scene as soon as possible and dump the tail by moving to another car. They'll pay him well anyway.

You only blurred vision being on the verge of consciousness silently watched your loss until a long sleep covered you.

[yourheart-inmyhands]

hi! I really like the last post, so here am I with another idea after my 3 cup of coffee before 12 pm

what if, by pure shear luck and celestia only knows how, reader escape the other Archons and go back to Fontaine, there furina is like "I hear your prayers! so you are now locked with me!" but she is shocked because reader is hugging her and saying "thank you! please dont let them take me!", plot twist, fontaine reader is a devoted follower of focalors (yeah they are that crazy) and have a hydro vision.

How do you think the yandere Archons would react, hearing reader is happy with the hydro archon?

I imagine Neuvillette having migraines more often, because the reader encourages and applauds Furina's scenes lol

Thank you!

i love when people request continuations of other pieces, i think it's fun to continue on with the story :D

Warning: this post contain yandere-themes, including manipulation, lying, mentions of violence, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Venti would be utterly distraught, ready to wage another Archon war with Furina simply for this. He can’t just storm into Fontaine and demand for you back, as much as he’d like to, but he can send someone else to do it for him. Someone like a devoted follower of his.

Venti smiles in amusement, watching as the faint color of the Anemo element overtakes the citizens' eyes. While he wasn’t entirely welcomed in Fontaine, the crazy Hydro Archon being willing to fight him on the spot, he could certainly infiltrate their borders using a beloved devotee of his. With his presence ingrained so deeply in this man’s mind, he could use merely a few words to make the man move as he pleased. And so, with enough mindless zombies sent to Fontaine to retrieve you at any cost, he figures you’ll be returning home one way or another.

Yandere!Zhongli would prefer to keep things civil, wanting to spare violence is necessary. Those days are behind him, he claims, meeting with Neuvillette. Dragon to Dragon, Zhongli politely requests the return of his beloved. You’re sick, he claims, having accidentally ingested a small dose of poison that made you delusional, and he’s so sorry to have bothered Neuvillette with your presence.

Zhongli is so calm and polite, meeting at the entrance to Fontaine with Neuvillette as they discuss your current status like the civil dragons they are. Ever the worried lover, Zhongli explains how he had brought you to Sumeru for a vacation when you had gotten a bit turned around, eating a plant you shouldn’t have. This led to you going a little crazy, seeing things and claiming to hear the ‘Archons’ speaking to you. If Neuvillette wouldn’t mind, Zhongli just wishes to pop in for a moment to collect you and then the both of you will be on your merry ways. Out of both Furina and his hairs. 

Yandere!Raiden would wait for nothing, storming through Fontaine as if it were her region. She doesn’t even care to ask permission or anything, simply throwing open the doors to the Court of Fontaine, pointing her weapon directly up at Furina. In a calm, steady voice she demands the return of her beloved.

It was a startling moment to all involved, the sudden movement of the doors being flung open, the shouts of guards in the hall as they tried to stop the Raiden Shogun from entering. It was fruitless though, the sharpened end of her signature weapon steady in her grip as it aimed towards Neuvillette. She wasn’t here to play around and any form of non-compliance would be met with either the end of her weapon or the promise of her return in the form of war. She doesn’t mess around when it comes to her beloved, her eternity. If Neuvillette and Furina won’t hand you over willingly, then she’ll simply tear the nation apart piece by piece as she searches for you herself, determined to not leave without you.

[purble-turble]

With the post about your AU’s as the SIX group, do you mind giving a simple explanation of each AU as I don’t know some of them?

Bye<3

Sure! I have so many AUs on here, it makes sense that there’s a little confusion about some of them.

Villain MK is an offshoot of the Demon King Red AU that @estellardreams came up with. Here’s the original post about it. The basic plot of it is that this MK goes through being imprisoned by Red Son, but when he emerges from that he isn’t afraid and traumatized in the same way as other versions of MK have been. Instead, he decides he’s furious and wants to get revenge, so he trains to get stronger and comes back to try to kill Demon King Red.

Victim Red is the name given to the Red Son in Yandere MK’s AU. In this AU, MK is the yandere one. He lures Red Son away from his parents, manipulating them all to turn them all against each other and ensnares him in a controlling, emotionally abusive relationship where he is basically the only one who has access to him. Eventually Red Son is rescued by Mei, who discovers that her friend has changed since he became the Monkie Kid. However, MK is obsessed and desperate to get Red Son back by any means necessary.

Yandere Red’s MK is from older AU with not a ton of content for it, but the gist of it was that this Red Son is extremely into MK, but has a lot of yandere tendencies. At first he starts out by trying constantly to kidnap MK, but his wacky, looney tunes-esque plots never work out that well, and honestly MK doesn’t even see him as much of a threat and finds it adorable. Eventually, MK decides that this isn’t working.. and in any case, he thinks Red Son is kinda cute too (if a little possessive) so he comes up with a system. When Red Son behaves for a set amount of time, he gets rewarded. The quality of the rewards vary by the length of time he is able to contain his yandere tendencies and can range from holding hands to cuddling to maybe even something more scandalous… though honestly, Yandere Red struggles to last that long most of the time lol (This one is an older AU and honestly I made the mistake of not giving it its own specific tag, so the Yandere Red tag on my blog is full of other unrelated stuff too… so, uh.. you can check out that tag and scroll al the way to the bottom to find some of this content if you want I guess but the posts on the top is mostly other stuff)

Prisoner MK is the original dark spicynoodles AU that basically started off sooo many other ones (including Demon King Red which is a continuation of it). Basically, Red Son comes up with a plan to defeat the Monkie Kid, he is going to pretend to have a change of heart and ask to join his side. MK, being a softie for the sob story about his parents being cruel that the demon spins, welcomes him easily and the two start dating. Well, Red Son falls in love. Hard. So, instead of luring him into a trap and killing him, as was the original plan, he instead imprisons him. With MK out of the way, and under Red Son’s control thanks to him being outfitted with a version of the tightening fillet of Red’s own design, The Demon Bull Family take over the city… this doesn’t work out so well, though, because when Sun Wukong hears that his successor has been kidnapped he gets involved. After trying again and again to reason with the DBK fam, he loses his patience and, in his concern for MK and desire to save him, kills DBK and PIF. Red Son escapes and flees to go find MK and run away further, but Wukong catches up to him, frees MK and severely injures Red Son who just barely manages to sneak away to lick his wounds. (This Red Son later recovers and becomes Demon King Red, but that’s its own tag, and the Prisoner MK tag refers specifically to this part of the story.)

Prince MK is the bad ending of the Demon King Red AU. In this version, MK’s friends have all been either killed or irrevocably imprisoned, Sun Wukong is at the mercy of Macaque, and MK has been locked up in a tower where the only person allowed in or out is Demon King Red himself. He is alone and miserable and desperate for any kind of interaction with anyone except for King Red… but King Red is all he’s allowed. So, after resisting for as long as he can, he eventually leans into it and just surrenders, letting King Red love him and trying to convince himself that this is all fine because that’s all he can do- he has no more tears left to cry. This is his life now.

Time Travel Red Son is the protagonist of my fanfic A Test of Time. He’s an offshoot of the Demon King Red AU, and his whole deal is that he was in the middle of the plan laid out in the Prisoner MK AU, he was plotting to kill MK and steal the staff, but he also had fallen deeply in love with MK. Before he can put that all together in his mind, though, he accidentally gets flung into the future where he witnesses what is to become of himself if he continues down the path that is laid out for him. Seeing the mad Demon King Red and how utterly miserable and afraid of him this MK of the future is, he resolves that he has to do better and must change everything about himself to ensure that he never becomes Demon King Red or does what he does to hurt MK.

And.. it wasn’t brought up specifically in the Six question, but I’ll include it here, anyway, since it’s basically the main AU I talk about on this blog.

Demon King Red is the second half of the Prisoner MK AU and the antagonist of my fanfic A Test of Time. After Red Son is defeated by Sun Wukong and loses not only MK but his parents, he slinks back to the Fiery Mountains Palace his family owns and loses himself in despair. As he mourns the loss of his love and his family, instead of analyzing what he did wrong and how he hurt MK by kidnapping and torturing him, he instead breaks down. He loses his mind utterly. No, he wasn’t wrong. MK loved him. He said as much. Therefore, it was MK’s friends and that monster Sun Wukong who ruined everything. Red Son recovers physically and starts to rebuild. He goes to his parents’ old allies for assistance and builds a grand court at this old palace. He sinks deeper into madness, convinced that if he can just get MK away from his friends, if he can just get him here to his court and marry him, then everything will go back to the way it was and they’ll be in love and happy together again… anyway, obviously this is untrue. MK is terrified of him and fights with every fiber of his being to get away from him, but Demon King Red refuses to see it. If he were to acknowledge that MK hates him, it would mean he would have to admit to his own mistakes and that would mean it was his fault that his parents died and he just. can’t. do that.

[tarithenurse]

Inhuman

Fandom: MCU Pairing: Eventually Bucky x fem!reader, Loki x fem!reader, Stucky, more (some canon, some not). Word count: 2088. Contents: Party time continues! Hints at smuttiness. A/N: By the way, you can all blame @maladaptive-ninja-returns for this happening - it's her that got me into the idea of reworking this fic and sso I'd like to dedicate it to her. Any questions are welcome. Please comment and like and reblog. Let me know if you want a tag.

Chapter 12

… Reader’s PoV …

He seems startled by your greeting but at least it gets him moving again and a warm knot’s holding your lungs prisoner as he gets near.

“Mr. Barnes was my dad. Just call me Bucky.”

Standing side by side now, you look at him with your chin on your shoulder. Of course, the tux he’s wearing makes him look even hotter than the first time you laid eye on this specimen. His hair’s in a man-bun, making his jaw line look hewn from rock.

“All right. Bucky it is.” Fuck, you groan internally, he’s got a gorgeous smile too. “Didn’t expect to see you here, but I’m happy to be proven wrong.”

“Good to hear, miss...” his voice trails off.

A cool splash of disappointment lands in your face because you’d half expected he was the one who’d asked about you. Cursing yourself, you pushes the childish thought out of the head. It’s probably not him. “No miss, just [Y/N],” you remind him.

“[Y/N], right that was it.”

Looking out over the city Bucky seems lost to the world for a moment. Meanwhile, you’re well aware of Natasha and Steve standing on the other side of the window watching the scene unfold, and you have to do your hardest to ignore them…something which is both thankfully and frustratingly easy with the man next to you. You simply stand for a bit in companionable silence, both gazing at the horizon somewhere out in the darkness past the lights.

“Steve’s watching, isn’t he?” Bucky’s words drift on the evening wind.

“Yup, and Nat.” For some reason it makes you both smile, a gesture that’s enhanced when eyes meet. “Are you aware of any plans they might have?”

“He’s been complaining that I’m still single, but I tend to scare women away.” Silly women. “But I’m rarely bad enough to require surveillance like that.”

“Too bad.”

The words pop out before you manage to stop them by biting your lip, and you feel heat rise to the face, but thankfully Bucky doesn’t seem to mind, letting out a clear laughter which makes you tingle through the entire body. You try to disguise it by taking a sip of the drink while berating herself mentally.

Bucky has walked over to the chairs around the fire pit to grab a blanket, allowing you to turn to watch him, your back resting against the railing barring a drop off the precipice. It’s not a bad view like this either, a thought cheers as he bends down slightly with his back to you because this way his tux jacket lifts clear of a practically perfect ass that even the trousers can’t defile. Steve and Natasha have withdrawn a bit, but they’re still standing in the crowd, pretending not to pay any attention to the two people on the terrace. Maybe it would be worth trying to give them a show even if it’s what they’re plotting.

Bucky’s returning, leisurely unfolding the blanket before stopping very, very close. Close enough for you to feel the heat from his body as he spreads the soft blanket over your back and shoulders with a sweeping movement, carefully pulling the fabric together in front of your chest. Objectively speaking it may be a bit slower than actually necessary, and subjectively it seems incredibly tender and inviting....and then he steps back.

You’d unconsciously half prepared for a kiss befitting a cheap romance novel, and the retreat leaves you somehow unfulfilled, trying to regain control by focusing on your breath and berating yourself silently…again. This is almost a habit.

“The view from the other side’s not bad either,” Bucky offers, “I can show you.”

Offering you his arm, which you naturally take, he leads you around the corner and out of sight of the people indoors. Standing at the railing, he starts to point out a few landmarks, leaning closer to ensure that you can pinpoint what he’s referring to.

If anyone would hear you in this later then you’d surely fail because you’re having a hard time focusing on the facts and street names, rather your entire being’s acutely aware of the scent of warm metal and how his voice has a soft melody to it under the initial coarse tone. Maybe he can feel that you’re not really listening. Maybe not. Either way, he stops soon and turns to you again.

“Am I boring you?” He looks worried.

“No, not at all. I promise.” You force yourself to meet the stormy eyes. “It’s just been a busy day and I’m not very good around this many people. I’m sorry.” Truly, I am.

He looks at you with his head tilted slightly as if both worried and…amused?

As you’d turned around to face him, the blanket had fallen down a bit, baring your shoulders, and he reaches to adjust it, hesitating for a moment when his hand’s millimetres from where your heart’s trying to pop through the chest. When he finally does let go of the soft material, he moves the hand to your cheek instead to push away a stray curl before pulling away again.

...

The moment on the balcony didn’t last forever and there’s been no chance to steal more than glances from across the room as your friends and the many guests have demanded unyielding attention.

You’ve finally managed to escape outside for a moment, finding a seat by the dying fire where you can watch the coals and embers flicker, when Steve comes to join you. He sends you a knowing smile as he asks how your evening’s been and if you’ve talked with anyone interesting.

“Dear Steve…” you sigh and even adds a good roll with the eyes, “cut the crap. It’s very obvious what you want to know and what you and Natasha have been up to.”

He looks a bit ashamed, like a kid caught with the hand in the cookie jar. “That easy, huh?”

Sitting in silence for a bit longer, the Captain’s waiting for you to say more while you in turn are willing him silently to give you something to go on. You win.

“He’s been asking a lot ‘bout you since you visited HQ...”

“…and what’ve you told him?” Your heart’s pounding and you fight back a shiver rolling through your body.

“Not that much…what you can do, your profession…a bit about where you’re from.”

You’re not sure what to make of that but decide to let it be for now. “You’ve got to give me something to work with. Bucky reappeared first at the Hydra’s strike against SHIELD, then again around the time of the Sokovia Accords. What happened in between then and now?”

Pondering the options for a moment, Steve sits staring into the small struggling flames. “Prince T’Challa granted us asylum. He even helped Bucky back to cryo for a few months before they woke him up again to receive the help of the smartest person in Wakanda... or the world.” There’s no doubt he means every word of praise. “Now he’s back in New York for roughly two months already on the condition that T’Challa would help keep an eye on him in case something went wrong...” The Captain looks worried as he studies the embers.

Again you sit together in silence. “So...he’s with SHIELD too.”

“No. Why’d you think that?” Steve’s blue eyes nearly disappear under a frown.

“You first introduced me to him there, remember?”

“That’s not because he works with them. His freedom’s dependent on regular visits to a therapist at HQ, you know...to keep taps on his mental state and what not.” Freedom with conditions.

…

Eventually you and Bucky are the last ones still awake, tidying up a few things in silence. Standing at the kitchen sink, you’re rinsing the last glasses.

Sweeping up crumbs, the quiet man decides to speak up. “Thank you...” You’ve no clue for what and the facial expression must have reflected that. “For not being afraid of me...”

“Why should I be?” You can’t help but smile through the stab of pain or pity. He’s so kind and gorgeous and apparently absolutely blind to it himself.

Your question seems to baffle him, and a deep crease appears between the brows. “I’m not sure how much y’know. Maybe Steve didn’t tell you, but –”

“He told me some things and I’ve read more,” you dismiss his worry, “and there’s one thing that he and I agree on…you’re not the person who did those things.”

Maybe he doesn’t agree, but it gets him thinking, standing a few paces from you with an empty bowl in one hand and ditto bottles in the other. Walking over you take them from him while placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I know, I only just met you but stop kicking yourself down.”

You’ve placed the things on the counter next to the sink when he wakes up from the stupor. In a few strides he’s right behind you, his strong hands on your shoulders to gently but firmly twist you around so you face each other. You can feel the heat radiating from him. His gaze meeting yours, his now greyish eyes deep enough to disappear into as he leans down to kiss you.

Hard. Passionate.

His hands move down to your waist and lift you up onto the counter as easily as though he was moving a kitten. Anyone, with or without abilities, would still have been able to figure out his mood as he moves his right hand along the outside of your thigh and slowly up the lap and stomach (which again has succumbed to a hoard of butterflies) stopping just under one of the breasts. His left arm’s still holding your lower back and enabling him to gently slide you closer to the edge of the counter where you need to wrap your legs around his hips if you don’t want to slide off.

But when you try to unbutton his shirt, Bucky stops you by grabbing your wrists in each of his hands and leading your palms back to his shoulders. You’re both breathing heavily while he looks at you for a moment longer, forehead to forehead, before lifting you down and kissing you neck just under the ear.

“Good night, doll.” The breathy words tickle your ear. And he walks away!

After the initial surprise, you follow him, turning around the corner near his room just in time to hear the lock click. He’s standing on the other side, forehead and palms resting on the door...crying softly.

What did I do wrong? It’s both tempting and frightening to consider knocking on his door, and in the end you choose not to.

… Bucky’s PoV …

FUCK fuck fuck! Why had he done that? Bucky’s furious with himself for slipping up that easily.

There’s too much at stake and she doesn’t seem to understand that even if she claims it, so of course, he’s decided that he’ll have to draw a clear line where physical contact isn’t an option because he can hurt her and that’s the last thing he ever wants to do. She’s so good and pure and he won’t let anyone spoil that…especially himself.

Even so, the moment she’d kissed him (even if it was just lightly on his cheek) she’d brought all his determination crumbling. Like an electric current she’d send power into his body, waking it up and it had been screaming for more. Recklessly stupid, he’d given in to the basic need and found himself between her legs, yearning to unzip the dress with one hand while running the other up the inside of her thigh to see if she was just as smooth there until he’d reach her core. He’d almost done it too, and she would have let him as she dug her fingers into him…but when she reached for his buttons he’d been brought back to reality.

She’d have bared his shoulders and arms and one of them would have been the cold hard metal that’s a constant reminder of what he’s capable of. Those urges might be gone according to the princess…but he can’t allow himself to trust that completely, knowing how fickle they were, so he’d stopped her, pretending it was all part of the game. It was part of being an ass hole. He’d seen the bewilderment and hurt in her eyes before he stalked out of there, leaving her behind like the dirty dishes they’d been cleaning.

[pompomqt]

Journey to the West Chapter 47

In this chapter of Journey to the West with @journeythroughjourneytothewest we finish the Daoist debacle and start a new adventure. So let's get into it shall we?

So the King is crying about his dead immortals, until Sun Wukong goes up to him and calls him an idiot. Since those 'immortals' were probably planning on just killing him and stealing his kingdom anyways. Thanks to this, the King is able to gain a single wisdom point, finally putting him in the positive integers. To celebrate his newfound brain cell the King hosts a huge banquet for them. And while he's at it he also makes a decree that welcomes the bhuddist monks back to the city. Though personally I can't see why they would ever want to live in this city again. Regardless they at least have to stop by to thank Sun Wukong for his help and return his hair to him. After Monkey collects his hairs from the monks, he makes sure to inform the King that he actually did do all that shit the Daoist's accused of him earlier. He also makes sure to tell the King to treat all the religions equally from now on. With that we close out the arc, and the journey continues.

So the group travels for a few seasons without incident, until they reach a eight hundred foot wide river. And it's deep to, they checked, they threw a pebble in it. Tripitaka is so frustrated by their inability to cross it that he bursts into tears. While Tripitaka is crying about how hard this journey is, Pigsy hears the sound of drums in the distance. Pigsy, who only has good idea's when food is involved, suggests that they go and request some vegetarian food from whoever is doing this bhuddist religious service, and they can just ask for a boat ride from them in the morning.

So Monkey leads the group into town, and Tripitaka tells them to wait here while he tries to go secure a place for them to stay. After all they are so ugly and ill-mannered, Tripitaka doesn't want them to ruin their chances. Monkey thinks that's a fair enough assessment and lets Tripitaka go on ahead. So Tripitaka greets the elderly man of the house, but the man simply tells him that he arrived to late for the feast. Tripitaka explains that he wasn't here for the feast, and that instead he's just traveled a very long way from the Tang Kingdom on a fetch quest for some scriptures. The man doesn't believe that Tripitaka could have gotten here on his own, which considering the book so far... fair. However Tripitaka explains that he had some help from his disciples.

The man asks to see the disciples, after all he should have enough room to house all of them for the night. However as soon as Tripitaka calls them over, the three rush into the house, and nearly scare the old man to death as well as all the other bhuddist's in the house. He calms down a bit however after he watches Tripitaka yell at them for their poor manners. I guess Tripitaka going nuclear mom mode on them was enough to convince the old man that they really are Tripitaka's disciples.

Anyways the monks had just finished the service they were doing, but the old man is still happy to host them for the night. The old man calls for some lights, but as soon as the torch bearers see the three disciples, they all freak out and run away screaming about monsters. This alerts the man's older brother, who asks what kind of brazen demons they are to break into their house in the middle of the night. The man however explains that these ugly monsters are actually monks on a journey to acquire scriptures.

With all the necessary screaming and crying out of the way, the older brother joins them for a late dinner. So the pilgrims enjoy a nice meal with their hosts, and once Pigsy is done trying to eat them out of house and home, we can finally start getting into the plot of this arc. Tripitaka finally gets around to asking for the name of their hosts, and learn that their last name is 'Chen' just like Tripitaka's father. Tripitaka also asks them what kind of religious service they were holding earlier, and they tell him it was a 'preparatory mass for the dead' which Tripitaka can't say he's ever heard of before.

Pigsy meanwhile calls them out saying there is no such thing as a preparatory mass for the dead, which Monkey agrees with. Monkey impressed by Pigsy evidently also gaining a brain cell in this chapter asks for more information. The old men then proceed to tell them that the river has a demon in it, because of course it does, what self respecting river doesn't in this book? Turns out this demon has been blessing the town with good weather in exchange for some good old human sacrifices in the form of one young boy and girl a year. And this year it's the old men's turn. And despite their ages of they each only have one child, an eight year old girl named One Load of Gold, and one seven year old boy named Chen Guanbao.

Anyways these two unlucky children are the chosen sacrifices for this year, so the preparatory mass for the dead was for them. Of course they don't want to sacrifice their children, they are all they have, but the demon called for their children specifically, so they can't even buy a replacement child to sacrifice to the demon in stead. Tripitaka is moved to tears by their unfortunate situation. Monkey however has a potential solution to this problem and asks to see the son. So Monkey takes a good look at the boy before transforming himself into his exact copy.

The old man is very impressed by Monkey's ability, and is thrilled when Monkey offers to be the sacrifice in his son's place. The old man even agrees to give Tripitaka a thousand ounces of silver for his travel expenses. When Monkey asks where his thank you is, the old man points out that there is no use thanking a dead man walking. Monkey is just like 'we'll see about that' and agrees to be the sacrifice.

And now it's time for the girl, who's father is currently weeping, because although he's grateful that Monkey is saving his nephew, he still doesn't want to lose his only daughter. Luckily Monkey has a plan to save the girl to, so he tells the old man that if he wants to save his daughter, he'd better do his best to bribe the pig. However surprisingly enough Pigsy isn't that easy to bribe and won't risk his life even for a decent meal. Monkey however informs him that since he's already eaten their food this is the least he can do for them.

Pigsy however protests that he's not as good at transformation as Monkey is anyways. Tripitaka meanwhile tries to persuade Pigsy to do the right thing, simply because it's the right thing to do, but unsurprisingly Pigsy isn't swayed. He argues that he may be able to transform into large creatures and objects, but that transforming into such a small girl will be impossible. Monkey however tells the old man to fetch his daughter in order to force Pigsy to give it a try anyways.

So the old man brings out his daughter, and Monkey orders Pigsy to transform into her, under threat of a beating. So Pigsy gives it a try but... well... while he got the head right the body is still a little bit... er... big. Monkey tells him to get good, but Pigsy argues that even if Monkey tries to beat him, it's not going to get any better then this. So instead Monkey helps him complete the change with a little magic of his own.

Now that they have their duplicates, Monkey orders the two old men to hide their children away until it's all over. After that, the two fake children are ready to be sacrificed to the demon. So Monkey and Pigsy sit on some fancy trays and are carried out by the temple boys to meet their fate. Pigsy is rather worried about this whole 'being eaten by a demon thing' but Monkey assures him that if the demon eats him first, Pigsy is free to run away. Pigsy is fine with that plan, but what happens if the demon wants to eat the girl first? Luckily the old man informs him that the demon always eats the boy first, so that's that I guess. Anyways, with a partial plan in place, the procession begins.

Current Sun Wukong Stats: Names/Titles: Monkey, The Stone Monkey, The Handsome Monkey King, Sun Wukong (Monkey awakened to the void), Bimawen (Banhorseplague), The Great Sage Equal To Heaven and Pilgrim Sun. Immortality: 5 + 94,000 years Weapon: The Compliant Golden Hooped Rod Abilities: 72 Transformations, Cloud-Somersault, Ability to transform his individual hairs, super strength, Ability to Summon Wind, Water restriction charm, and the ability to change into a huge war form, ability to duplicate his staff, ability to immobilize others, the ability to put others to sleep, and the Fiery eyes and Diamond Pupils, intimidating horses, churning large bodies of water, sleeplessness, seizing the wind, enhanced smell, discerning good and evil within a thousand miles, Spirit Summoning, lock picking, object transformation, distance reduction, vanishing in a flash of light, super healing and transforming others. Demon Kill Count: 9+ Unknown Number of Minions Human Kill Count: 1009 God's Defeated: 22 + Unknown number Defeats: 5 Crime List: Robbery, Murder, Mass Murder, Arson, Theft, Coercion, Threatening a Government Official, Resisting Arrest, Assault, Forgery, Employee Theft, False Imprisonment, Impersonating a Government Official, Treason, attempted murder, failure to control or report a dangerous fire, desecrating a corpse, breaking and entering, trespassing, violating Tree Law, looting corpses, trading counterfeit goods, criminal threat, animal abuse, Assisting or Instigating Escape, Damage to Religious Property and contaminating a substance for human consumption. Cry Count: 7 + 3 fake cries Mountains Trapped Under: 4

Current Tang Sanzang stats: Names/Titles: River Float, Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, Tripitaka and the Tang Monk Abilities: Curing Blindness, making branches point a certain direction (allegedly), reciting sutras, pretty privilege, memorization, Heart Sutra and Meditation. Cry Count: 23 Tight Fillet Spell Uses: 31 Paralyzed by fear: 5 Bandit Problems: 2 Kidnapped by demons: 6 Falling Off Horses: 8

Current Bai Long Ma Stats: Names/Titles: Bai Long Ma (White Dragon Horse), Prince of the Western Ocean, and third prince jade dragon of the dragon king Aorun Abilities: Transforming into a human, a water snake, and a horse, eating a horse in one bite, flight, Magic of Water Restriction, Singing, and Sword Dancing. Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Arson, and Grave Disobedience. Contributions to the plot: 2

Current Zhu Wuneng Stats: Names/Titles: The Marshal of the Heavenly Reeds, Zhu Wuneng (Pig who is aware of ability), Zhu Ganglie, Pigsy, Idiot and Eight Rules. Weapon: Rake Abilities: 36 Transformations, parting water, fighting underwater, cloud soaring, size enhancement and CPR Demon Kill Count/Kill steals: 2 Kidnapped by Demons: 3 Human Kill Count: 1 Failed Flirtation/romances Attempts: 3 Cry Count: 1 Crime List: Sexual Harassment, Murder, Kidnapping, arson, defamation, Damage to Religious Property and contaminating a substance for human consumption

Current Sha Wujing Stats: Names/Titles: The Curtain-Raising General, Sha Wujing (Sand Aware of Purity), Sandy and Sha Monk Weapon: Monster Taming Staff Abilities: Fighting underwater and Cloud soaring. Demon Kill Count: Unknown number of minions. Kidnapped by Demons: 2 Human Kill Count: 1 Crime List: Breaking a Crystal Cup, murder, desecration of a human corpse, Damage to Religious Property and contaminating a substance for human consumption

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Sparks between Us-pt. 13 Back to Scheduled Programming

Pairing: Beetee Latier x Hunger Games Oc

Two former Hunger Games victors, Beetee Latier and Astraea Wren, find themselves navigating a complex relationship while working under the Captiol's grip. Told in a series of drabbles across several decades with elements of a plot.

The Capitol studio set is as hectic as ever. The stage crew is making final adjustments to the bright studio lights, while the camera crews are busy preparing for the interview. Astraea, sitting to Beetee's left, subtly adjusts her sleeve, trying to regain her composure amidst the spectacle and finding it increasingly challenging to quell her unease lately. She doesn’t have long to dwell on it, however, as Caesar Flickerman, ever the charismatic host, steps into the frame, his smile wide and gleaming as he approaches. His bright blue hair complements his extravagant, glittering suit, with the cameras catching his every move.

“Welcome, welcome, welcome, Panem!” Caesar’s voice rang out, his practiced enthusiasm filling the space. “Tonight, we have two of the brightest minds in all the districts. Panem’s very own technological dream team! Please give a grand welcome to our victors, Beetee from District Three and Astraea from District Five!”

“Ah, Beetee, Astraea!” Caesar exclaims, his voice smooth and energetic. “It’s wonderful to have you here tonight. The Capitol is absolutely buzzing about your latest collaboration. Come on, don’t keep us in suspense!”

Beetee forces a smile, but he knows Caesar well enough by now to catch the glint of mischief in his eyes. He’s setting them up for something, as usual.

“Thanks, Caesar,” Astraea replies, her voice steady but a little guarded. “We’re happy to be here.”

Beetee exchanged a glance with Astraea before speaking. “Well, Caesar, as you know, energy efficiency has always been a priority in the Capitol...”

“As it should be!” Caesar interjected, giving a dramatic nod.

“Exactly,” Astraea continued smoothly, picking up the thread as they often did, passing thoughts back and forth like a carefully wired circuit. “With the increasing demand for power across Panem, we have been refining a new energy storage method.”

Beetee leaned forward slightly. “It’s a dynamic energy grid that can reroute power instantly based on need. Essentially, it learns usage patterns and adjusts distribution accordingly, ensuring maximum efficiency.”

Caesar’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh-ho! So, you’re saying… no more blackouts during my fabulous evening soirées?”

The audience chuckled, and Astraea saw an opportunity to join in. “That’s the goal, Caesar. We wouldn’t want you left in the dark, after all.”

“Perish the thought!” He clutched his chest dramatically. Then, with a conspiratorial grin, he leaned closer. “Now, I have to ask… You two make quite the team. Working side by side, you dazzle Panem with your brilliance. Tell me, how does it feel to work so... closely with someone?”

Beetee adjusts his glasses, offering the audience a polite, if practiced, smile. “We’ve been working together for a while now. I guess we’ve learned how to get things done.” His tone is light but controlled, revealing little of his usual sharp focus.

Astraea, who’s sitting with arms casually folded, gives a small smile. “I think that’s one way of putting it. We’ve learned to... get out of each other’s way when necessary.”

Caesar’s grin widens, sensing an opening. “Oh, I love that! Getting out of each other’s way. A true mark of partnership. But tell me,” he leans forward, his voice lowering slightly as if sharing a secret with the audience, “you two have been working together for years now. Surely there’s more than just technical synergy at play. How would you describe the chemistry you share?”

The word “chemistry” lingers in the air like a loaded question. Astraea’s eyes briefly flicker toward Beetee, but she quickly regains her composure, maintaining a neutral expression. Beetee, however, doesn’t miss the moment. He clears his throat and glances at her with a faint smirk that isn’t lost on anyone who has been observing long enough to notice the subtlety.

“Well,” Beetee starts, his voice steady, “I’d say it’s a mix of... respect and a healthy amount of competition. I’m not one to back down from a challenge, and Astraea here is definitely full of those.”

Astraea raises an eyebrow at him, her lips curving into a playful smile. Okay, you want to play this game. “Oh, I’m full of something, alright. But it’s not just challenges. We also have our fair share of... differences in approach.” She glances at Beetee, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Like when he starts thinking five steps ahead and forgets that the power grid has a very short tolerance for faulty wiring.”

Beetee chuckles softly, casting her an exaggerated side-eye. “It’s called forward thinking, Astraea. Not all of us are satisfied with living in the present.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Ashe teases, “I’m fine with the present... until the circuits ignite.”

Caesar leans forward, clearly relishing the exchange. “Ah, yes, I can see it now. A bit of tension between the tech master and the one who prevents things from blowing up.”

Caesar’s laughter fills the room, but he quickly tries to shift the conversation in a new direction. “I think you two are a perfect match, indeed. A little push and pull, a little give and take. But what I’m really wondering. ..” He leans in slightly, as if sharing a more intimate moment with the audience. “What is it truly like working so closely with someone, day in and day out? Surely there’s some special dynamic here. Something beyond the science.”

Beetee releases a breath, clearly choosing his words with care. He doesn’t shy away from the challenge. “We’ve created something that works, Caesar. Sure, there’s tension now and then. A bit of back and forth when you’re both as invested as we are. But at the end of the day, it’s about trust.” He glances at Astraea for a moment, his gaze steady. “I trust her judgment. And I believe she trusts mine. That’s why we’re able to make it work.”

Caesar watches them for a moment, fully aware that they have managed to navigate his questioning without revealing too much. His expression softens, but he knows better than to press further. “Well, it certainly sounds like the Capitol has found its dream team. And I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of this perfect pairing soon. Thank you both for being here.”

Beetee offers a final smile. “Always a pleasure, Caesar.”

Caesar laughs, clearly pleased with the performance. “Until then. Keep building those dreams, you two.”

The cameras click off, and as the last echoes of the audience's applause fade into the distance, Beetee and Astraea are ushered off down the long backstage corridor.

“Honestly,” Beetee said, adjusting the strap of his jacket as they continued walking, “you were absolutely fantastic tonight. I think that might have been one of your best performances so far.”

Astraea flashed him a quick grin, her tired feet starting to ache with every step. "Really? I thought it was a little more theatrical than usual, but it was fun."

Beetee raised an eyebrow, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "That's the key, though. You’re always fun to watch as long as you’re in control. You definitely had them eating out of your hand."

Astraea felt a slight flush on her cheeks. She appreciated the praise, but that wasn’t what consumed her mind at the moment. Pausing mid-step, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Hold on a second," she said, bending one knee slightly as she reached to adjust her heel. She winced, and then, in one fluid motion, she leaned her back against Beetee’s arm for support. “I think I’m about to lose it.”

Beetee, not missing a beat, shifted to steady her with a knowing look. "What happened? They were working so well for you on stage."

“They were!” she protested weakly. “But I can never get used to these stupid things. How do Capitol women walk in them all the time?” She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the dull ache in her feet that was rapidly sharpening. "I don't care how pretty they are; I’m pretty sure they’re made to torture people. "

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✶ follow rp etiquette , dont be mean or rude to others or send anon hate . if you display problematic / toxic / harmful or generally unsavory behaviors you ' ll be blocked . ( such as pedophilia , incest , transphobia , racism , etc. ) im mutually exclusive , don't interact with my posts or send asks if we ' re not mutuals. im selective with following ; i like a small following . please hardblock if you decide to unfollow ; i don 't want to accidentally refollow .

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[nach0]

doing a bit of oc worldbuilding with no context <3 (but if you ask questions i'll answer please ask me questions)

(this got a little long so it's under a readmore)

The Three (of Lucas and Foxglove's time at least) are The Worldhopper (Eldest), The Talemender (Middle), and The Earthrunner (Youngest)

Their titles are related to their times as jumpers but weren't granted by the previous Three, they kind of just manifest when deemed worthy.

Worldhopper (she/her) tended to not spend much time in each dimension, solving the cracks with brutal efficiency and only getting close to the inhabitants when absolutely necessary. There wasn't as wide of a range of books in her time (which i haven't fully ironed out yet) but she stuck more to the fantastical when she could.

Talemender (she/her) was the opposite, loving getting right into the middle of political dramas and mysteries. Knowing the base plot would let her seem far more mysterious than she actually was and gave her a leg up to counter not having the connections and wealthy family these stories would normally require. Instead of quick patches like she very well could have gotten away with, she made sure her impact would last for years.

Earthrunner (he/him) absolutely got the short end of the stick. Before being selected he was an avid horror fan, and despite how much he tried to change this after being chosen he never went long without being chased by some kind of creature. The nature of the horror he read meant the 'fixes' he had to do were stopping someone from getting away or otherwise avoiding their fates. Most of the stories were set on earth, or some very close variation of it, and he very rarely traveled beyond that. He is the only one to still remember his name, even if faintly.

Lucas and Foxglove (both they/ them) were neither of the original choice. Worldhopper had chosen the new vessel but decided to run an experiment born of necessity. With the ever growing access to the internet, and new types of media, the worlds within their preview was increasing. And with it, so were the cracks. The idea was that they'd both do their work, and whichever made it to The Three first would get to continue the Cycle while the other would either be stranded somewhere or sent home and cut off depending on how they went.

Talemender and Earthrunner both chose a variation of the original vessel, Lucas being Talemender's choice as someone who could connect better with the people in it, and Foxglove Earthrunner's as someone who could fight against the danger.

(Important to note; they did both start as Lucas. Foxglove just changed their name later on after all The Horrors and I'll refer to them as it the whole time to lessen the confusion)

Both of their first worlds and the one in which they gained their titles were identical where otherwise they diverged more, albeit having similar tracks. It wasn't long after Foxglove gained their title (The Fatebreaker) that they found their way to The Three, who welcomed them and explained The Cycle.

What they weren't counting on was Foxglove, bitter and angry from countless worlds, to discard it entirely. Instead of fighting the Eldest one on one, then taking her place as the new Youngest, they attacked all three without waiting for the proper rituals. They were stopped, of course, but not before severely weakening The Three.

They were sent to an unknown world to live out their days, a great punishment for jumpers as there was no way to know who to trust or what side to be on, but in this place they thrived. This is how Vulpec City gained a new villain.

Lucas was sent temporarily as a warning not long after as the Three were much stricter on their now sole vessel, expected to be horrified by the world and Foxglove and thus being more dedicated to their work.

And at first they were, hating the unknown and the secret, but Foxglove soon pulled them aside to explain everything. Including how to finish what they'd already started. Lucas isn't convinced entirely by this, but the seeds have been planted.

They spend about six months in Vulpec before being returned to their regular duties, new doubts stuck in their mind.

and that's it so far!! i haven't quite figured out how lucas breaks the cycle but they will in the end, and i need to get my timeline sorted out

rn the main categories are First Leap (MLB) - Title earned (WOF) - Meets Foxglove (Vulpec) - end

most of the early day ideas will stay in First to Title, a lot of the cartoons and more lighthearted things as they fit into their new role. Title to Foxglove is a lot shorter but they're starting to grow weary especially since they were in WOF for eight years before getting pulled. Foxglove to end is filled with the more serious worlds (in some aspects. WC is in this section) as the gravity of everything hits them and they start planning who's side in all this they're going to take.

please ask questions i have had lucas for like 6 years now and i'm only just doing proper worldbuilding for them beyond just 'teehee chronic isekai go brr'

[queenmabsim]

once upon a time ||

gwyn winters tragically lost her beloved father on the eve of a birthday leading into young adulthood. at the thought of being mistreated by her wicked stepmother, grimhilde, she ran away. not even her closest friend emilia could charm her out of it. she absconded to a small plot of land hidden in the pastoral hills of windenburg. while attempting to build up a little cottage there, a young man discovered her one hauntingly stormy morning.

hunter von windenburg, of the eponymous royal line of windenburg, could not bring himself to leave her in that barely constructed cottage all by her lonesome. so the entire day they chatted and soon began to know each other. the sun set came all too quickly and he had to return home. full of invigorated hope, he called that night to ask her on a date, only to have the offer rejected. as it would turn out, gwyn did not like to go in public very much for fear of running into her stepmother again. hunter continued to visit her during the days. much like all the greenery in her garden, a great love blossomed between them. soon, they came to realization that gwyn was pregnant with their first child, or rather, the first of many children. ase was the oldest by a few minutes. he came into this world bright and curious and was followed closely by his grumpier twin brother gunner. hunter continued to visit every day and help with his sons, but was called away to his kingdom at night. between that budding political career and gwyn's newly established home bakery business, they were able to afford a small nursery room to be added to the cottage just in time to announce another pregnancy.

meanwhile, the wicked stepmother grimhilde continued plotting against them for power and prestige. in her search for the perfect spell of slumber, a surge of magic overwhelmed and left her cursed to age prematurely. aghast at the elder face staring back in a once perfect mirror, grimhilde knew she must seek out a more reliable source to draw from the arcane: a wishing well. this too backfired as it deemed her unworthy, and bestowed an equally evil child to her care.

gwyn and hunter welcomed another set of twins who were born nearly hours apart. felix was happy to arrive on time, but almos seemed to be more comfortable sleeping instead. they were easy infants to care for, which was lucky considering ase and gunner aged into a curious and hot-headed toddler stage. gwyn's baking radically improved as the fruit in her garden began growing perfectly. hunter often arrived in the morning to find her passed out exhausted on the floor. he tried to convince gwyn to move in with him, but she simply refused. crowded and secluded as it was, the cottage felt like home. hunter's concern grew when they learned she became pregnant again.

grimhilde refused to waste any money into the well to make another wish, but still tried and was again cursed with an evil child. in near defeat, the witch slunk back to her home to find a way to turn back time through alchemic means, or really, any means necessary. she eventually grew fond of the little terrors and decided to name the children drizella and anastasia. grimhilde even allowed them to take her family name: tremaine.

ase and gunner aged from accomplished toddlers to boisterous children while felix and almos aged from pleasant infants to easy-going toddlers. their loving parents welcomed a final set of twins into the world. these two pink cheeked babes were called shiloh and cameron. gwyn was so full of love in the dreamy hidden home surrounded by her little gentlemen, but still felt their family was incomplete.

hunter discovered the wishing well and tossed a coin inside in hopes of having a promotion to give him the power to make the decisions he wanted for his life. instead, he was demoted which finally gave him the courage to finally quit. he might be a prince, but he wasn't particularly charming enough for politics. law would be his ultimate calling so that he could restore justice and order to the land and keep the wicked at bay. he moved into the cottage that night, but tragedy struck in the wee hours of the morning when the dark of night still clung to the wintering trees.

gwyn was selling the flowers in her garden when her fear of the dark and the sudden appearance of an old woman in the yard scared her to death. hunter was heartbroken. he begged hades to leave her, but it was no use. he wept and mourned over her tombstone. the father found every possible to way to strengthen his love's connection to the physical world and begged her to stay with them. gwyn's spirit could not leave. she continued to care for her children as nothing more than a ghost until there was enough money in the household to dare make one final wish at the well.

felix and almos aged to a pair of happy-go-lucky children, while shiloh and cameron became toddlers of somewhat difficult temperaments. so it was all the money they could afford to give, but well worth the price for such a miracle when the wishing well graciously granted gwyn another life. she and hunter were married that very day, and a final pregnancy would complete their not so little family. a baby princess born on the break of spring as all the snow melted and proudly named aschen, although lovingly called dopey by all of her older brothers.

enraged by the generosity that grimhilde herself had been denied, the wicked stepmother sought further revenge. she seduced the supposedly powerful paramour of gwyn's only friend. perhaps if she, as a witch, remained unable of discovering the secret to immortality, a child smarter than the two she adopted might be capable of discovering it instead. gothel tremaine was born in secret and raised hidden away from the world with a deep desire for all the forbidden knowledge of spellcasting.

the snow white generation has passed the crown to the cinderella generation.