#behavior with the doctor would. he’s gonna go for the throat on that. not on having tits.

[quietwingsinthesky]

im gonna put together a longer post after this for my other reactions but im putting this one here separately because i think it encapsulates my thoughts on this version of simm!master and its. they don’t really capture how he antagonizes the doctor. and what i mean is he simply would not let the doctor monologue at him like he does when twelve’s going off at him and missy. like ten fucking tries So Many Times to talk at the master, and consistently, the master cuts him off, snaps out a joke about whatever serious topic the doctor wants. he just doesn’t let it get that far, you know?

the stand-out moments he does are, from what i remember, the end of last of the time lords, when he literally Can’t stop the doctor from monologuing at him because he’s become jesus through Thought Power or some shit. and then the end of time moment we all love, stone-cold brilliant, which is a complete reversal where the doctor is the one (seemingly) securely powerless. when they’re on equal footing, he simply does not let the doctor talk at him.

and like yeah, the ‘didn’t listen to a word you just said’ thing is funny but. god, i don’t know how to put it. yeah, he would have listened. that’s why he always cuts the doctor off when the doctor tries to connect on the his terms rather than the master’s. that’s why he doesn’t let him monologue at him. that’s why he’s practically shouting over the doctor to be heard first.

if that makes any goddamn sense. do his bastardness properly, moffat. he would not fucking do that.

[doe-eyed-fool]

First of, I love ur writing second I'd like to ask for a lucifer morningstar x reader request where lucifer is sick and the reader cares for him but somehow ends up getting sick too so they just both are sick now?

Can be fem reader or gender neutral I don't mind either way. It would be very nice if you would do that if u have time for it and of course if u feel like u want to write it. If u don't want to that is fine too, either way I'm gonna wait for any new story u write.

Hope u have a great day

Sick Day

Lucifer x gn!Reader

Warning(s): None

Thx I hope you have a great day too! Enjoy~

"I tried to warn you."

Lucifer lays in bed, groaning as he hugs one pillow close to him. He had recently kicked the covers off himself after getting too hot, but now, he felt a terrible chill run through him.

The king was unfortunately sick, and he felt like garbage.

"I told you that overworking and not taking proper care of yourself would lead to this." You sigh as you sit in the empty spot next to him. "Ready for the next dose?"

Lucifer would have made a break for it after hearing that question. However his body betrayed him, feeling as if someone had tied boulders to his arms and legs.

He groaned again and hid his face in the pillow. "I'd rather suffer." You roll your eyes at his childish behavior. But you couldn't blame him. The medicine tasted god awful, and it was thick too, making it harder to down in one shot.

"Well, I don't want you to suffer." You say, placing a hand to his head. "You'll feel so much better if you take it, Luci." Lucifer looked up at you with a pitiful gaze. "I promise." You add.

Lucifer sighed. "I can't believe I got this sick. I also can't believe how much it's wearing me down. My body hasn't ached this much since I fell from Heaven." He sits up, wincing as he does so.

"Yeah, getting sick is a bitch." You chuckle. "It's a good thing you have special doctors just for you. I don't think I'd trust just anyone here giving you any type of medicine. Now, please." You hold the small cup of dark purple liquid to him.

Lucifer inhales deeply. "Ok." He takes it and actually manages to get it all down in one go. He holds back the urge to gag, a shiver runs up his spine. "How can something so disgusting help you feel better?"

You shrug. "I don't know, but it does." You place your hand on his. "And it will. Trust me."

Lucifer cracks a small smile. "I do trust you. But, you really should get going don't you think? I don't want you to get sick because of me."

"Luci. I'm not leaving, until I know you're better." You say with a smile. "I don't care if I get sick."

Lucifer blushes a bit. "Y-You should!" You chuckle before handing Lucifer a glass of water. "Shh, just relax. I got you."

Lucifer takes a sip, grateful that the awful taste was fading from his tongue. "You're too good to me." He mutters, blush still present on his face. You smile before taking a cold rag and wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Only the best for you." You say softly.

...

"I tried to warn you."

You frown at Lucifer's words before a string of coughs left you. "Shut it." You say with a scratchy voice. Lucifer hands you that terrible medicine.

"Don't worry, love. Just relax, I got you." Lucifer tells you. You couldn't help but smile. "Thank you Luci. And sorry, I should have listened."

Lucifer shrugs. "Eh, it's not so bad. Now we get to spend all day in bed, watching terrible sitcoms. What could be better than that?" He snuggles up next to you.

You lean into him and sigh softly. "Maybe if we weren't sick." You joked. Lucifer rolls his eyes. "I guess so. But then we would have to make up an excuse to be lazy in bed."

"Any excuse to spend more time with you is a good excuse." You grin.

Lucifer's face heated up, he cleared his throat and tried to change the subject. "Man this show is awful isn't it? How do people watch this?"

"You're blushing." You say teasingly. "I-I am not! My face is just hot!" Lucifer huffs.

You laugh lightly. "Whatever you say, Luci."

[corroded-hellfire]

Pretty Girl - Eddie Munson x Reader

Note: This is for my darling @munson-blurbs 💚 I told her that if she finished the big project she was working on in time, I would write her anything she wanted. Not only did she finish on time, but she did it damn near perfectly. I am so unbelievably proud of you, Bug. I’m always in awe of your intelligence and work ethic. I hope I did justice to what you wanted, and I hope you all enjoy it as well! Also, I hope that I used the academic terms I included correctly, but if I didn’t, we’re just going to ignore that lol

Request/Summary: Eddie × Bookworm!Reader where Reader is stressed because of a massive project she has to do. And she keeps talking about all of this academic stuff that makes Eddie's head spin. So he does what he does best: fucks his smart girl until she's dumb

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected (wrap it up), oral f!receiving, slight daddy kink

Words: 2.4k

Eddie’s just hanging up the phone as you step into your shared apartment after a long day on campus. Letting out a huff, you drop your backpack down on the kitchen table, and books and papers come spilling out.

“Ugh,” you groan, running your hands down your face. Eddie frowns and walks over to the table as you slump down into a chair. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asks as he takes the seat across from you. 

With a sigh, you shake your head. “S’nothing.” Eddie raises an eyebrow and tilts his head. You can practically hear him asking if you really expect him to believe that. “Just school bullshit. You’d think people studying for their doctorate would be a little more serious than some people in my class. But you don’t want to hear me ramble on.”

“Uh, yes, I do,” Eddie says, leaning forward on the table. “You know I think it’s sexy when you talk all academic. My girl’s gonna have her PhD.”

The salacious wiggling of his eyebrows has you cracking a smile. Relenting, you sit up in your seat and begin to tell Eddie about the irritants you’ve been dealing with.

“So, we have to utilize these things called literacy based behavior interventions…”

Eddie rests his chin on his fist as he listens to you. He’s picked up a lot over the years and is able to identify so many more words that you say than he used to. Sometimes though, he still gets a little confused.

“Well, then that brought us to the Social Identity Development Theory…”

Nodding, Eddie is almost positive he knows what that is, but he doesn’t want to interrupt you to double check. 

“But after all this, he admits he doesn’t really understand qualitative vs. quantitative methodology! I have absolutely no idea how this man even became a BCABA.”

I know this one, Eddie thinks to himself. Board Certified Assistant Behavior Analyst.

“Then he kept saying ‘phenomenology’ instead of ‘pedagogy.’”

Now those, Eddie did not know. He can see you getting more riled up though, so he knows it’s time to intervene.

“Baby, baby, hey.” He reaches over and tugs on your hand, nodding for you to come over and sit in his lap. “It’s okay, you just need to relax.”

Reluctantly, you push yourself out of your chair and let Eddie pull you on top of him. The way he smirks up at you lets you know he’s about to get frisky even before his large hands slide up your thighs. Rough, calloused fingers dig into the plush of your denim covered legs. 

“I think my smart girl needs me to take care of her, doesn’t she?” Eddie pouts up at you. When you nod in return, your boyfriend removes one hand from you and brings it back down to deliver a harsh smack to your ass. “Use your words, baby.”

A whimper escapes your throat as you tighten your legs around his hips. “Yes, Eddie. Need you. Make me feel better.”

Tightening his grip on you, Eddie stands up from the chair. A squeal escapes you as you tightly wrap your arms around his neck. A smirk of satisfaction on his lips, he carries you into your shared bedroom. Gently, he lays you down and lets you get comfortable before he’s crawling on top of you. Eddie tugs on the hem of your shirt, and you sit up enough for him to slide it off of you. Then he works down your body, taking off every piece of clothing in his path. Moving back up your body, he goes to press kisses against your neck, but you stop him with a yank on his own shirt.

“Me too?” he asks with a chuckle. 

“Yes.” The adorable pout in your voice has Eddie acquiescing, stripping down so he’s just as naked as you are. 

“May I continue?” After letting your eyes slowly roam up and down his bare body, you give him a nod of approval. 

“You may.”

He chuckles and leans in and presses his lips against the juncture where your neck and shoulder meet. The kisses start off soft and sweet but turn wetter and needier as he moves down to your collar bones. Moving further down your body, he attaches his lips to the underside of your breast. It’s his favorite place to leave hickies on you and from the way his mouth is moving against the sensitive skin, you’re sure that’s what he’s doing now. 

As the first moans tumble out of your mouth, Eddie switches breasts to give the other one the same attention. Your hands tangle in the curls that are splayed out over your naked chest, your fingers coming up to scratch at Eddie’s scalp as he continues his journey down your body. His kisses trail down your stomach, to your belly button, then further and further down until he stops just shy of where you most want his mouth. 

“So needy,” Eddie says with a chuckle as your hips begin to move, looking for some sort of friction. You let out a whine and give a tug to Eddie’s hair. A guttural groan sounds deep in his throat. “Playing dirty, huh?”

“Need you so bad, Eddie,” you say through a whimper. The way you look down at him with wide, imploring eyes has his cock twitching between his body and the mattress. 

“Relax, my beautiful little genius. I’m gonna help you feel better.”

You’re not given a chance to respond as Eddie moves down and wraps his lips around your clit. One of your hands comes out of Eddie’s hair to grip the sheet you’re lying on.

“Fuck,” you moan. 

Eddie’s tongue expertly works over your clit, moving at the speed and pressure that he knows drives you wild. Using his hands to spread your legs even wider for him, he nudges his nose against your sensitive nub as he licks at your entrance.

“Jesus, baby, I’ll never get used to how fucking good you taste.” It’s not unusual for Eddie to take his time when he’s going down on you. He likes to ravish you, gathering every last drop from you that he can. The only reason he pulls away from your sopping pussy is to praise you on how sweet you taste or how wet you are for him. 

Now, Eddie’s taking even more care than normal to make sure you’re feeling good. Lazy strokes of his tongue over your clit pairs with him slipping two fingers into you. The moment he curves them up inside of you, he’s hitting that delicious spot that has you seeing stars. There are few things Eddie knows better than your body—it’s the only thing he’s ever actually enjoyed studying. He knows it as well as he knows his own body and is able to bring you to the brink on his terms and in his time. 

“M’close, Eddie.”

He knows without you telling him, though. You both know that. The way your walls clamp down around his fingers, the way your breaths hitch as you lose yourself in the feeling. With one last rub of his fingers against your inner wall, the wave of pleasure crashes over you and has you whining out your boyfriend’s name over and over again. 

“That’s a good girl,” Eddie coos as he works you through your bliss. As your moans subside, he slips his fingers out of your pussy and pops them into his mouth. “Mm, fuck, baby.”

“Eddie,” you whine, trying to catch your breath.

“What, my princess?” He crawls up your body and presses gentle, barely-there kisses along the column of your throat. “You already cock drunk? I haven’t even been inside you yet, sweetheart.”

“Y’make me feel so good.” Your hands reach up, grabbing at any expanse of Eddie’s pale skin that you can.

“I’m here, baby,” he assures you, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek.

“Wanna feel you.”

“Aw, does my pretty girl want my PhD?” Eddie teases with a smirk. “My pretty huge dick?” Before you have time to respond, he leans down and slots his mouth over yours, immediately licking into your mouth. Using his other hand, Eddie lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes inside.

Eddie’s mouth swallows your moans as you feel him stretch you out deliciously. Above you, your boyfriend meets your sounds of pleasure with his own at the feeling of sliding into the wet warmth of your pussy.

“Shit,” Eddie mumbles against your mouth. “So fucking tight. This is all you needed, right baby? Just needed your daddy taking care of you.”

Words seem too hard as Eddie pulls his hips back before thrusting back into you again and again. You’re dissolved to whining and whimpering in response to his question, which has him smirking down at you. 

“Mm, look at that,” Eddie muses as he grips your hip. “I may not be a genius like you, baby, but this I’m pretty good at. Fuck my smart girl ‘til she’s dumb.” Not only does Eddie know what to do to your body, but he knows just the words to say to get you hurtling towards another orgasm. 

Every generous inch of Eddie moves inside of you, the ridge between the head and shaft dragging against all the spots that have you arching your back. A strong hand slides up from your hip, making sure to caress every inch of skin it comes across as it makes its way up to your mouth. 

“Open up.”

Immediately, you do as you’re told, and Eddie slips two fingers into your mouth. Not needing to be told what to do with them, you begin to run your tongue around his fingers, swirling it around the tip as you soak the digits.

“God damn it,” Eddie says with a huff of laughter. “You’re gonna make me cum before I want to. Gotta get my girl off again, first.”

A small smirk on your face, you release his fingers with a pop. He reaches down and rubs his fingers over your clit, eliciting a breathy moan from your lips.  

“That feel good, baby?” Eddie goads.

“Y-Yes,” you stutter, your eyes closing in ecstasy. 

“Want you to cum for me again, my good girl. Think you can do that?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “So close.”

“Cum on my cock, baby. Want you to make such a mess of me. Cream my cock.”

“Fuck,” you groan, fingers digging into Eddie’s back as his thrusts become sloppier, a tell-tale sign he’s close as well. “Want you to cum too, Eddie.”

“Oh, don’t worry, princess,” he says with a laugh. “‘Bout to cum so hard in your pretty little pussy. Gonna fill you up so, so good. You’ll feel me dripping out of you for days.”

“Shit,” you hiss, and Eddie picks up the pace on your clit. “Fuck—E-Eddie, I’m gonna cum. Fuck, I’m coming.”

The clenching of your walls around his cock has Eddie losing his composure, groans and mutterings of your name falling from his tongue. 

“Shit, baby—m-me too.”

Your bodies move together as the two of you ride out your highs with each other. Eddie’s head drops down and buries into your neck as his body stills on top of yours. Reluctant to pull out of you, Eddie busies himself by pressing sweet kisses against your skin.

“How was that, my love?” Eddie whispers against your ear.

“Was perfect,” you tell him, a lazy smile on your face. “Don’t want you to move.”

Eddie chuckles. “Me neither. But I was thinking we could get all comfy and I’ll hold you as close as you want me to.”

“Can’t get much closer than we are now,” you point out, making Eddie laugh again. 

“Good point. I’m gonna get us cleaned up though, okay?”

Eddie forces himself to get out of the bed and brings back a warm washcloth. Gently, Eddie cleans you up before working on himself. He leaves the room to throw the washcloth in the hamper, but you figure he gets sidetracked because he takes longer than expected. When you see him balancing a bowl of popcorn and two bottles of water as he walks back into the room, you see why. He sets the snack down on the bed and rolls one of the water bottles your way.

“I was thinking,” he says, turning his back to you and walking over to the television resting on your dresser. “We should watch a movie.” It seems like he already had one in mind as he plucks one from your small pile of VHS tapes. Eddie pops the tape into the VCR and strolls back over to the bed. He holds the popcorn bowl so he doesn’t knock it over while he gets situated. As soon as he lifts his arm, you’re cuddling up into his side. Sweat sticks to both of you even after you’ve cleaned up, but you tuck yourself into Eddie’s side regardless. He places the bowl of popcorn on his thigh closest to you as you rest your head on his shoulder. The familiar sweet scent of your strawberry shampoo brings a smile to his face and a feeling of warmth and comfort settles over him. 

“Oh, you put Tommy Boy on!” Your face lights up in glee as you point to the television, as if he didn’t know that you were referring to the movie on the screen. 

“I know how much you love it,” he says, a smile on his face at how happy it made you. 

Cuddling up to his side, Eddie grabs a few pieces of popcorn and holds them up to your mouth. Giggling, you eat them out of his hand like a horse being fed hay. The two of you lazily feed pieces to one another as you watch the movie. When the bowl is empty, you nuzzle your face into Eddie’s neck. The smell of sweat, weed, and his minty shampoo floods your senses and has you more relaxed than you’ve felt in days. Only a few minutes later, Eddie can feel your breath against his neck as it comes out in long puffs. A smile grows on his face at the realization that you’ve fallen asleep.

Carefully, Eddie moves the empty bowl of popcorn to the bedside table and slowly maneuvers himself so he's laying down, keeping you held in his arms. He pulls your body as close as he can, keeping his promise of holding you as closely as you’d like.

“Goodnight, pretty girl. I love you.”

[thatgirlstrawberry]

How to Lie to a Behavior Analyst pt. 5

In which Rossi flies down to LA that very night and Y/N finds out who her attacker is along with how her dad had known all along

Warnings: angst, crying, sadness, protective rossi, cursing, lmk if I missed anything!!!

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Every hour in a hospital had been said to last 500 when you were waiting on someone you love. Spencer sat in the waiting room with his leg bouncing up and down. His eyes were trained on a spot in the floor.

On the phone, Rossi said that he was on his way and that he would be there in an hour or two because he would be taking the jet. He also sounded angry, scared, worried— just all of the emotions really.

A million thoughts ran through his head. Who would want to hurt Y/N? What did the note say— the note.

He quickly got up from his seat and rushed towards the doors he came in from. He decided that he should probably move it so ambulances could come in.

So that’s what he did. He quickly moved it out of the way and into a parking space near the doors before turning on the lights in the car and looking for the note.

He avoided the bag of puke sitting on the floor and searched for the piece of paper.

When he finally found it, he decided that he’d wait until he was inside to read it so, he stuck it in his pocket.

His feet carried him quickly into the hospital and he looked around. His eyes landed on a familiar figure damn near leaning over the reception desk.

“I don’t care who fucking brought her here, take me to my damn daughter or I swear to god I’m gonna—“

“Rossi! Rossi, stop!” Spencer shouted, rushing up to him.

The man turned around. “What the fuck happened, Spencer!?” He shouted. “Why won’t anyone tell me anything?”

Spencer was going to answer but he saw the doctor who took Y/N coming their way. “Her doctor.” He pointed.

Rossi moved away from Spencer and met the doctor halfway. “Please, you gotta tell me what’s wrong with my daughter.”

Spencer made his way to them and the doctor glanced between them. “You’re the father and you’re the husband?” He asked.

Rossi shook his head. “This— no this is not her husband. It doesn’t matter, what’s wrong with her. What happened?”

The doctor clicked his tongue. “We pulled some of her blood for testing but I suspect she was injected with a high dosage of Opiates causing her to overdose. We gave her narcan but I’m not sure we gave it to her in time to prevent any brain damage.”

Rossi sighed and covered his face. “Okay— how is she? Can I see her?”

The doctor nodded. “She just woke up but she’s not fully down from her high. Her words aren’t gonna be coherent but I would try to keep her awake for as long as possible so we can asses her brain activity.”

Spencer and Rossi nodded. “Thank you.”

“And try to talk one at a time. Don’t confuse her.” He waved his hand and began walking back towards the room.

It was silent between Spencer and Rossi as they walked. The doctor rambled on about her symptoms and side effects.

He lowered his voice to a whisper and smiled as he walked I to the room. “Y/N?” He spoke. She sat in bed, a frown on her lips. Her eyes were narrowed and they were darting around the room.

“Hi…” She spoke quietly, her voice hoarse.

The doctor glanced back at the two men. “There are some people here to see you.”

They stepped into the room and she looked confused for a moment. “Daddy?” She whispered. She looked at Spencer.

“Hi, Y/N.” Rossi spoke softly, walking up to his daughter’s bed. “How are you feeling?”

She cleared her throat. “Uh… I don’t know how I feel.” She shrugged.

Rossi nodded. “That’s okay, honey.”

Her lip quivered and tears filled her eyes. “Am I dying? I-I don’t know why I’m here— I think I’m dying— Spencer, please. I don’t wanna die.”

Spencer walked up to her, looking at Rossi making sir he knew that it was his turn to speak. “You’re not dying, Y/N.” He shook his head with a small comforting smile. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Her hands fidgeted with each other. “W-well what happened? I don’t know what happened.”

“We’re not sure yet, honey.” Rossi answered. Her head snapped over to his direction. “But we’re gonna figure it out, all right?”

Spencer cleared his throat. “I need to talk to you.” He told Rossi, nodding towards the door.

He nodded and looked at his daughter. “We’ll be right back, okay? Try to stay awake for me.” The men walked out of the room after she nodded sleepily.

“What, Reid?” Rossi snapped when they were in the hallway.

Spencer took the piece of paper out of his pocket. “This. On the way here, she said whoever did this gave it to her.”

Rossi snatched it from between his fingers and unfolded it. “‘A liar, your… father is… I deserve someone too. The twig’s heart will be snapped in half when I get you back because it will be forever. And you will be mine.’” Rossi furrowed his brows. “What the hell is this? What does it mean?”

Spencer shrugged. “I don’t know. Our best bet right now is to look at the hotel security cameras. We might catch him there.”

Rossi sighed. “You know I’m gonna have to call the team if we can’t do it ourselves right?”

Spencer nodded. “Rossi, please. Please don’t tell anyone about us. That way, I can still work on the case. You know that you need me.”

The man sighed. “Why don’t you get ahold of the LAPD. I need to stay with my daughter.”

Spencer nodded and sighed heavily, walking away and pulling his phone out of his pocket.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

The LAPD showed up at the hospital and hour after Spencer called them. He stood outside of Y/N’s room getting the sense that Rossi didn’t want him in there.

The doctor told them that a side effect of the Narcan they gave her was crying so he stood out there listening to her sob uncontrollably. Rossi had to resort to singing her an old Italian nursery rhyme to get her to calm down.

The lead detective met Spencer in the hallway followed by a few officers. “Good evening. Mr. Reid?”

He kicked off of the wall and nodded. “Yes, hi. Detective Lassiter, thank you for coming.” He nodded.

“So, unfortunately, we don’t have a warrant to look at the security camera footage.” Detective Lassiter explained. “But we do have permission to sweep the floor for any DNA left on the walls and floors only.”

Spencer was angry. “No cameras? Are you fucking serious?” His chest heaved. His fists were in tight balls.

He nodded somberly. “I’m sorry sir. We’re gonna need to ask the victim some questions, if now’s a good time.”

Spencer shrugged. “I’m sure she won’t remember anything but you can try.”

He turned into the room and his eyes softened when he saw Y/N in her father’s arms rocking back and forth.

“Y/N?” He called softly. She lifted her head from her father’s shoulder and looked at him.

“Oh h-hi.” She looked at the men behind her.

He walked forward slowly. “This is detective Lassiter. He wants to ask you a few questions, is that okay?”

Y/N looked at her dad nervously. “C-can I?” She asked. Rossi tilted his head and nodded.

The woman sat up and pulled her knees to her chest. She looked up at Spencer and glanced at the chair next to her bed with pleading eyes.

He cleared his throat and moved through the room, sitting beside her. He scooted the chair a little closer.

Detective Lassiter sat in the chair in front of the bed and the officer behind him pulled out a pen and pad.

“What’s your name, ma’am?” He asked.

She swallowed and cleared her throat. “Y/N R-Rossi.”

The officer scribbled down on the paper. “And how old are you?”

“26.”

The detective straightened up and cleared his throat. “And I understand that you were… taken out of the hotel by someone. Do you remember what you were doing when it happened?”

Y/N inhaled sharply. “I uh… I remember my teeth hurting.” Her voice was quiet. “And it was cold. And I remember… Ice.” She shook her head.

She glanced up at the officer who was nodding and writing. “Anything else?”

She looked down at her fidgeting hands. “I know… he said something to me.” She nodded. “I can’t remember— I just know he said— something.” Her eyes watered. “I’m sorry. I can’t remember anything else.”

She reached for Spencer’s hand but remembered who all was in the room and played it off like she was just grabbing the edge of her itchy hospital blanket.

The detective nodded. “Okay that’s okay. Take your time.” He sighed. “Can you remember anything before the ice.”

Y/N pressed her lips together. “Um… her eyebrows furrowed. Um… sweating a-and feeling really… good.” Spencer could tell that she didn’t know what was happening. She was describing the sex that they had before she left the room.

Rossi behind her and glared at Spencer. Of course he knew what was happening. He cleared his throat. “Okay. That’s it, detective. Thank you.” The father nodded. “I think Y/N needs some rest.”

He nodded. “Of course.” He got up from his seat, looking at Y/N. “Ms. Rossi, thank you. If you remember anything else, give me a call.” He leaned forward and placed a card on her bed.

She nodded and looked at her father and then Spencer. “Thank you. I will.”

The officers and Detective Lassiter left the room and it fell silent. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut tightly. “Sweetheart, what are you doing?”

She let out a heavy breath. “I’m trying to remember the words.” She said. “I— I Can hear the voice but the sounds are— like mixed a-and I don’t know- I can’t—“

Rossi shushed her soothingly. “It’s okay, Y/N. I promise. We’ll find this son of a bitch one way or another.” Y/N nodded and Rossi stood up. “I’m going to go get you something to eat, okay?”

She gave him a weak smile. “Thanks, dad.”

He left the room and she looked at her boyfriend. “W-wait, Spencer why does he think you’re here?” She asked. He looked at her with furrowed brows and parted lips. “Wait, how did he even hear about this? Did someone call him?”

Spencer sighed and leaned forward. “Um… Y/N, he knows.”

Her eyes widened. “He knows?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

She covered her face with her hands and groaned quietly. “Is he mad at me?” She asked. “At you? Oh, I don’t want him to be mad at you.” She shook her head.

“He hasn’t said anything about it yet. He’s not mad.”

Spencer still felt like he was lying to her somehow.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Spencer paced the halls of the hospital trying to get ahold of Penelope. He bit his lip as the phone rang too slowly for his liking.

“Boy wonder! How’s your mommy trip?” She asked when she answered the phone.

He cleared his throat. “Garcia, I need you to hack into a set of hotel security cameras but I need you to do it privately.” He spoke. “And I need you to send the feed to my phone.”

“Uhhhhhh first of all, say hi to me first. Second of all, why and what hotel?”

He licked his lips. “Hi, García. Angeles, 6th floor please.” He nodded.

“You never said why, Reid.” She hummed.

“Because I’m trying to figure out who drugged Y/N, now can you please just do it?” He snapped.

There was a gulp on the other end and his phone made a beeping noise. He pulled it away from his ear and pressed accept on a feed share notification.

Suddenly, his screen filled with a not so smooth video. “Can you switch angles so I can see room 612?” Spencer asked quietly, biting his lip. The camera switched angles four times until it stopped so they can clearly see the room and the ice machine across the hallway. “Okay, now can you back it up to like 9:45 pm?” He asked.

The video began to reverse itself quickly and Spencer saw a familiar figure on the screen. “Okay, stop!” He shouted.

Garcia stopped pressed rewind and let the feed play. Y/N was seen walking out of a hotel room with a black bucket. She had a smile on her face and a pep in her step.

She stopped at the ice machine and a figure dressed in black pants and a black shirt came from the entry way of the hall. It didn’t look like Y/N noticed him. He came up behind her and grabbed a handful of ice out of the bucket and shoved it into her mouth. There was no sound on the feed but he could tell that was to muffle her shouts.

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and brought the phone closer to his face. He hated seeing her like this but he had to figure out who did this to her.

Y/N began kicking her feet as he lifted her off the ground with one arm as he reached into his pocket with his other. The bucket fell from her hands and spilled all over the floor. Spencer’s eyebrows popped up when he saw her bite his hand.

Then, he pulled a syringe out of his pocket and jabbed it harshly into her neck. She went limp in his arms and a few ice chips fell from her mouth.

He put her down on her feet and propped her against his side and wrapped her arm around his shoulders. Her feet were barely moving and her head hung down low.

“Oh my god.” Penelope gasped.

Spencer shook his head. “Rewind it to the part where he came into the shot.” He ordered.

She did and he told her to pause and zoom in. “There.”

“Is that…?” Penelope started.

“Benjamin Fitz.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N looked between her dad and Spencer. Rossi still had no idea who drugged Y/N. Neither did the victim.

“Okay.” He looked at Rossi. “I know I wasn’t supposed to do this but I called Garcia and I had her hack into the security cameras at the hotel.”

Rossi sighed. “What the hell, Reid.”

“Just stop- I know who did this.” He told them. “It was Benjamin Fitz.”

Rossi looked down and Y/N gasped. “No, no. That’s right.” She nodded. “I think I recognized his voice. I knew I recognized his voice.”

The older man sighed. “Shit, Y/N. I’m sorry.”

She furrowed her brows. “Dad, it’s not your fault-“

“I only set you up with him because I wanted to get back at you and Spencer for going behind my back.” Y/N paused her movements and looked up at him. Spencer shut his eyes like he didn’t want Rossi to say anything.

Y/N scoffed. “Wait. Y-you knew?” She asked, her face getting hot. Rossi nodded and she looked at Spencer, tearing up. “And you knew that he knew?”

Spencer opened his mouth but no words came out.

“So.. you set me up with a psycho because you were mad and you…” She looked at her boyfriend. “You let me run around like an idiot when I didn’t even have to all along?”

“Y/N, I—“

“Get the fuck out.” She snapped. Rossi tilted his head but neither of them moved. “I’m serious get the fuck out!”

Rossi sighed and looked down before doing as she wished and leaving the room. Spencer was still left standing there. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t want—“

Y/N scoffed. “Spencer, get out. Seriously, I don’t want to see you right now.”

He let out a sad breath and turned around, walking out the door and shutting it.

Y/N sat there in tears for a moment.

A moment until she heard a shout and a gunshot.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

AHHHHHHHHHHH

Next chapter is the last!!!! Also who expected it to be Ben from the book party?!?!?

And the ending to this one might seem a little rushed so sorry about that :)))

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[babygirl-diaz]

I have an ABO thought and you're the only one I feel not embarrassed to share it with so:

I was talking with my family about how hard it is for some parents to watch their baby be in pain when getting shots at the doctors so I thought of Alpha Buck holding his and his Omega's (Eddie or Tommy cuz I see you like bucktommy) new pup and him trying not to growl and bare his teeth at the nice nurse while they administer the shot.

Just him being on the verge of tears when hearing his pup cry, scenting their pup and doing a rumbley Alpha purr to try and soothe them when it's over and he's just so distraught.

Meanwhile his Omega is just amused at his behavior like "Babe, from the way you're acting you'd think they just chopped our pup's leg off". Buck cries every time they go to get their pups shots lol and then cuddles with them in the nest for a long time after.

I love this so much that I ended up writing it as a fic! Also, it makes me so happy that you feel comfortable sharing this with me!!! Never feel embarrassed about liking something, my friend!!!

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"Baby, you okay?" Eddie asked putting a hand on Buck's thigh.

It was then that Buck realized he was shaking his leg and biting his nails. Buck immediately stopped and cleared his throat. "Y- yeah, I'm good."

Eddie smiled, took Buck's hand in his, and kissed his knuckles. "I know you're nervous, but don't be. Lily will be fine."

Buck let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and looked at their peacefully asleep 2-month-old in her stroller.

"Are the shots gonna hurt her?" Buck asked innocently.

Eddie leaned his head on Buck's shoulder and kept holding his hand. "They probably will, but we'll be right there with her."

"I can't see her in pain, Eddie," Buck pouted.

"Yeah, I know," Eddie sighed. "Neither can I. But the shots are important."

"I know," Buck sighed as well and put his head down on Eddie's.

"Lily Buckley-Diaz."

Buck looked up when he heard Lily's name and got up. "We're here," he said. He took Eddie's hand and pushed the stroller with his other hand as he followed the nurse.

"I am Ashley. I will administer your pup's shots today," the nurse told them.

"Nice to meet you, Ashley," Eddie offered her a smile. "My alpha over here is nervous about Lily getting the shots."

Ashley smiled in return as she put on her gloves. "Oh, that's perfectly normal," she told them. "Mr. Buckley-Diaz, if you want, you can hold your pup while I give her the shots," she said to Buck.

"It's Buck, and thank you," Buck replied and picked up Lily from her stroller, who was waking up.

Lily's bottom lip quivered and Buck immediately knew what would come next. He immediately took her in the crook of his arm and rocked her. "It's okay, sweetie," he cooed to her. "All of this will be over soon, I promise." He sat down with Lily and Eddie took a seat beside him.

Ashley cooed at Lily before giving her the first shot. Lily let out a loud scream and Buck immediately bared his teeth at Ashley and flashed his golden eyes.

"Whoa!" Ashley immediately took a step back and put her hands up.

"Buck." Buck felt a hand on his arm. "Baby, it's okay," Eddie tried calming him down. "Ashley wasn't trying to hurt Lily. Lily just needs her shots, remember?" He gently rubbed Buck's arm and Buck started to calm down.

Once he was fully calm, he apologized to Ashley, "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have lost control."

"It's okay," Ashley replied and went back to smiling. "I've seen worse reactions from alphas."

Ashley gave Lily another shot who screamed and cried again.

Buck's heart hurt and he felt like crying too. He gently rocked Lily in his arms and tried to soothe her by bringing her close to his chest and scenting her. He kissed her forehead as she continued to cry and let out a low purr from his throat. "It's okay, Lily. Dada's got you," he told her and couldn't help the tears that formed in his eyes.

"Just one more, I promise," Ashley told him.

The whole time, Eddie kept rubbing Buck's arm to help him stay grounded.

Lily kept crying and Buck felt like running away with her, not letting her get her third shot.

"Okay, last one," Ashley announced before injecting the shot into Lily's thigh once again.

Lily let out another scream and Buck brought her to his chest and cried with her as he tried to calm her down.

"Baby, do you want me to take her?" Eddie offered.

"No!" Buck said through his tears.

"I am so sorry," Ashley apologized. "I promise I didn't mean to hurt Lily."

"Oh, don't be sorry. It wasn't your fault," Eddie assured her, although Buck wanted to protest.

Buck refused to put Lily in her stroller once they left the hospital. He carried her in his arms and soothed her with his scent, but it didn't seem to help.

When they got to the car, Buck gave the keys to Eddie. "I'm gonna sit with her in the back," he told him and buckled a crying Lily in her seat. He then got in beside her.

Buck cooed to her and softly sang to her with her favorite teddy bear but nothing worked. He saw Eddie giving him an amused look through the rearview mirror and frowned, "What?"

Eddie smirked and shook his head, "Nothing."

By the time they reached home, Lily had cried herself to sleep. Buck took her to his and Eddie's room instead of her nursery and gently put her down in their nest. He then got in beside her and just watched her with tears in his eyes.

The bed dipped and Buck found Eddie getting in as well. "Baby, the way you're acting, you would have thought that they chopped off our pup's leg or something."

Buck let out a low growl at that but Eddie remained unfazed. "Don't even joke about that."

"it's true though. She's fine, baby," Eddie assured him. "The shots are important and she's gonna need more of them in two months."

Buck frowned at that. "How are you so calm about it?"

The omega smiled and said, "I've already been through this with Chris and I know she's going to be fine," He reached out and took Buck's hand, kissing his knuckles.

"You promise?" Buck pouted.

"I do," Eddie replied and leaned over Lily and kissed Buck.

Buck kissed him back and pressed their foreheads together.

[codenamesazanka]

Happy Valentine’s Day, Nat! I hope you had a great time.

I shamelessly just want a drabble where Shigaraki attempts to spice up Valentine’s Day for spinner cuz he’s been busy lately and he’s trynna make up for all his absences from before w pleasure + lots of fluffy love lol. dunno how to word this, I might just wanna read them fuckin’, sorry ‘bout that! Completely fine if you’re not comfortable w it, but also…. Please drop Spinaraki recs if you can :’D

My deepest apologies for taking so long!!! And then apologies again for this not being Shigaraki and Spinner fucking. But they get close. PG13.

500 words. Also set in some magical AU where Shigaraki delayed the surgery

.♡.

The Doctor had been glooping him throughout the country the whole past week - some final little tasks, he said. Tomura thinks it's revenge for deciding to delay the surgery, but whatever - completionist run, fine. It still meant dealing with the Doc and Sensei’s annoying leftovers, and the taste of acidic sewer sludge on his tongue for days on end.

Then when he finally makes it back to the villa, there’s President Baldy, insisting he's needed for a meeting - swears it would be an hour; ends up taking three. 

So by the time Tomura locates Spinner, he doesn't want to bother with anything extra. Bed? A room? Decency? All unnecessary. He devours Spinner right here in the cafeteria.

After a week apart, Spinner is just as horny, pressing eagerly back into Tomura’s kiss, into his chest; hips moving to meet Tomura’s when Tomura slides onto Spinner’s lap. It's only when some asshole clears their throat that Spinner’s unfortunate sense of rationality comes back. 

“W-wait, Shigaraki!” Spinner says, but he's leaning into the bites and licks Tomura is giving his neck. “It’s—ah—lunchtime—” 

“Yeah, I noticed.” Tomura says. “But you're basically finished.” 

“That’s—”

“We're all eating here,” someone growls. Some old guy, glasses and giant mustache. “And this is extremely poor behavior for the Supreme Commander and a Lieutenant to be engaging in public!”

Liberate yourself from being a prude, Tomura thinks of saying. Waste of time, though, when he can instead dig his hands up Spinner’s shirt. 

Spinner squirms. “Let’s—We should—” He yelps when Tomura finds his nipples. “Shigaraki, you don't want people to—”

“What I want is you.” Tomura says. “What's wrong with everyone knowing that?”

Underneath Tomura, Spinner’s breath and heartbeat quickens. His body tenses painfully rigid, so much Tomura thinks something’s going to snap, before Spinner melts completely, becoming a warm embrace that molds fully around Tomura, fitting perfectly against all his edges. 

Somewhere beside them, Mr. Compress - Tomura vaguely recalls catching a glimpse when he ambushed Spinner - says, “I think what our Supreme Commander means is that he wants only Spinner to be here, so… We all have to leave.” A pause. “Go! Order from the Supreme Commander, go!”

Utensils clatter against plates and chairs squeak across the floor, all with impressive unity. Even the marching footsteps out of the room sound synchronized. 

(As Compress walks past, he greets Tomura too: “Welcome back, Shigaraki. You see, Spinner? You needn't have worried, not when Shigaraki is clearly in perfect, virile health…”)

Through the noise, Tomura can still hear Spinner’s soft, shy groan. “We’re gonna get yelled at later. And everybody's going to think we’re perverts now.”

“Their problem.”

Spinner sighs. “Let's go too.” 

“Why? Everyone's gone.” 

Spinner blinks. His cheeks turn vividly pink. “...You really want to—do it, right here? Now? Here?”

Tomura gives those colorful scales a lick, then pushes himself off Spinner and kneels to the ground.

“Been throwing up warp goop all week.” Gripping Spinner’s thighs, Tomura parts them. “Give me something better to taste.”

.♡.

Still working on the rest of the requests. I WILL finish them.

As for the Spinaraki recs - I'll make a separate post later!.

[puckrph]

SHIT MY FRIENDS HAVE SAID PART 5

feel free to change pronouns, etc.

“i’m serving only the coldest, stalest opinions in this chilis tonight.” “this man is girlbossing WAY too close to the sun right now, which is bad, because he’s a vampire.” “he looks like if they peeled the grinch.” “i wish desolation row gerard way had me by the throat for real” “absolutely insane in shows and movies when people don’t have their window screens down. you’re just raw dogging life like that?” “it’s not sadistic if your players can take it.” “i’m doing this all in the service of the christian god, so it’s fine.” “wine-horny is what the fuck or die trope is about.” “it’s hot gay serial killer vampire summer” “[in a yoda voice] MMM. CUNT, THEY ARE SERVING.” “boytoy, enable kill mode.” “your father eats tomatoes like a beast of a man.” “you fool. my muppet-like behavior has blinded you to my competency.” “you people need to calm down.” “you know it’s a good joke when i start whimpering like a hurt dog.” “i’m insulted to my core. are you questioning my patriotism? my dedication to this country? my belief that the american dream is witnessing two f-150’s making passionate love on 690? i’ll have your badge and your head, [NAME].” “your influence is both vast and perplexing.” “putting your blood through a brita filter is discount dialysis.” “people is like sauce: more is better.” “hell would be more fun than this, i think.” “hard to believe the same studio made two games where you get to run around, steal vehicles, and be an asshole, if you want.” “pda stands for people doing atheism.” “first of all, through the power of keanu reeves all things are possible, so jot that down.” “i don’t feel like his name should be david. i feel like it should be… giancarlo.” “you aren’t laughing or loving this, and soon you won’t be living either!” “did i ever tell you about the dream i had where baljeet from phineas and ferb got lightning powers and fought in the clone wars.” “everyone is bullying so much about cooking meat that i simply must become vegan.” “i’m gonna deep clean you out of my life.” “the only difference between a twink and a frat boy is a limp wrist.” “he’s right, of course, i am going to do that. but still.” “what is a roommate if not blorbo from your house?” “i just realized that i’m going to medieval times for the first time on the destiel putin election anniversary. none of those words are in the king james bible. how am i going to cope.” “body dysmorphia? yes, but you can hang dong like nobody’s business.” “he can’t do anything wrong, he’s too cute.” “so many people eat an orange normally. isn’t it better, really, to do it like a weirdo?” “i’m probably in the top 98th percentile of pez dispenser information knowers by the way. most don’t know that about me.” “there is always further to fall from god’s grace.” “jesus is rizzin’?? amogus???” “you think i could gauge the emotions or feeling of any human beings in high school?” “sorry, the coffee never actually kicked in so i’m stupid now.” “the bar for men is so low. just be fun, slay, and be a little fruity!” “i feel like JC probably has some hilarious lines in the quran.” “side note: does anyone else initially read FMA as ‘fuck my alchemist.’” “astigmatism is when you have an eye issue and stigmata is when you have the wounds of christ, right? because i was at the eye doctor and he said ‘looks like we need to correct a stigmata in your eye’ and i was like come again?” “surely the micro plastics and lead cancel each other out, you’ll be fine.” “schrodinger’s sports call: the call exists in a quantum state of correct and bullshit until i figure out how it affects my guys.” “oh, tom waits makes some good songs. he just sounds like a gravel beach got a wish to become a real boy.”

[n0rdic-kn1ght]

“Damn That Impudent Dhampir” - An Alucard Tepes X OC Fanfiction (Part 2)

The wagon ride was mostly silent the rest of the way. A few times I picked up on Trevor and Sypha’s mostly quiet murmurs of conversation, and occasionally they turned around to ask me how I was doing in back. I didn’t hear a single peep out of Alucard, though; save for him clearing his throat, or humming very softly. But no words. We made our way up to a clearing, where the wagon came to a slow stop, one of the horses grunting as they came to a halt.

“Would you guys like some help setting up for the night?”, I asked Sypha as she came around the back.

“Oh, Lorena, you’re very kind, but—you still have that arm to look after. Just for tonight, I’d feel better if you’d just rest”, she explained, with a kind smile on her pretty face.

“Ah, she seems like a tough cookie, Sypha. I’m sure she could help if she wants”, Trevor began, placing a hand on Sypha’s shoulder, eliciting a blush from her. “So do you want to?”

I nodded, and smiled.

“Of course. It’s the least I can do, for now. After all, you guys did mend me”, I point out, with a shrug.

“Actually it was I who patched you up. My mother was a doctor”, Alucard chimed in, taking a step towards me. “You’re welcome.”

I took note of the smug tone in his voice, and my brows furrowed with irritation. I stayed silent, unsure of how to reply.

“You stare daggers into me. You should be thankful. Trevor and Sypha insisted we help you. I initially was going to act like I didn’t see you. I didn’t feel like stopping our journey for somebody I don’t know”, he explained further, his tone completely cold.

My face scrunched up in disgust at his rude behavior, and I scoffed.

“Well some fucking doctor you are…”, I shot back.

“Like I said, my mother was the doctor. Not me.”

“Oh! Big deal! You were gonna just leave me there, to potentially die?”, I questioned him, angrily, slowly walking towards him.

“Somebody would’ve helped you, if it wasn’t us”, he replied, with a shrug, not even looking at me.

“You don’t know that for sure!”

“You’re right. I don’t.”

I smacked him hard, with my good arm. His eyes flashed with anger, and he growled low in his throat. Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist, and yanked me close to him. His eyes bored into mine.

“Hey! Alucard! Stop that!”, Trevor yelled at him, starting to rush over to us, with Sypha.

“Lay your hands on me, again, and we are going to have some serious problems, brat…”, he told me, his body slightly shaking with anger.

He shoved me away before Trevor and Sypha could get closer. Sypha immediately wrapped an arm around me.

“Are you alright?”, she asked me. “I’m so sorry about him.”

Trevor shoved Alucard.

“What the hell is wrong with you, man? What the fuck has gotten into you? You don’t grab a woman like that. Besides, I heard you yapping; you deserved that smack”, he scolded him, angrily.

Alucard just narrowed his eyes at the Belmont, and then roughly pushed past him. As Alucard walked past Sypha, she grabbed him by the arm, fast.

“Oh, no! You’re not doing anything else before you apologize to her!”, she said to him, jabbing a finger at him.

“Tch. Fine. Sorry”, he said, curtly.

“A real apology!”

Alucard inhaled slowly, and sharply exhaled.

“I’m sorry for grabbing you, Lorena”, he said, sounding insincere.

“It’s not okay, but I’ll forgive you”, I replied back, crossing my arms.

Eventually, after we set up camp for the night, I did the honors of casting the firewood alight. Now, in the center, we had some warmth. I sat next to it, warming my hands with a soft smile on my face. Sypha took a seat on the other side of the fire, shortly followed by Trevor.

“Mm… so cozy!”, Sypha said, with a smile. “For the end of April, it’s awful chilly at night, lately…”

“True that”, Trevor replied, smirking as he too, warmed his hands.

I glanced over and noticed Alucard silently pacing back and forth over by the wagon. He had his hands in his pockets, and he looked down at the ground, kicking a small rock it looked like. His whole demeanor made him look like a typical rebellious young man. I let out a very quiet huff of laughter, and then turned my attention back to the fire. Trevor seemed to notice Alucard just standing around, so he called him over.

“Hey, Alucard! Get your sulky ass over here… Lorena got a nice fire going, you can at least act like you care”, he called out to him.

Alucard sighed, and walked over to us. He sat next to me, but still kept a bit of a distance. He took off his gloves and warmed his hands, just like the rest of us.

“What were you doing over there?”, Sypha asked him, curiously, her brows slightly furrowed.

Alucard’s eyes flickered up to her, and he seemed to briefly have an offended expression.

“Nothing. Why do you want to know?”, he retaliated.

Sypha rolled her eyes.

“Okay, sorry I asked. Be like that, then”, Sypha answered, rolling her eyes.

I averted my gaze, and was deep in thought for about a minute, before the sound of Trevor sucking back on his flask caught my attention. I looked up, and he finished it off impressively fast. He then tossed the flask aside.

“Alright…”, he said, his voice already sounding a little slurry. “There’s only two tents, unfortunately, and they each only fit two… so somebody’s gonna have to room with someone else. There’s four of us…”, he said, a little smirk on his face.

“I don’t mind sharing with somebody”, I said, shrugging.

“Me neither”, Sypha said.

Alucard remained silent, of course, but I could sense his silent frustration.

“And we’re gonna figure this out with a good ol’ game of… spin the flask!”, Trevor proclaimed, laughing. “Okay, okay—I’ll spin… and whoever it lands on, is my roommate for the night. The other two—you guys share.”

We all just nodded, and watched as Trevor spun his flask. He looked down at it and seemed to blush as it landed on Sypha. Sypha’s cheeks didn’t falter to redden, as well.

“Well, then… Sypha and I will take one, and you two”, he began, pointing to Alucard and I. “Will get the other! Problem solved!”

I nodded, not all too happy about sharing with Alucard. However, I tried to act as mature about it as I could.

“Cool”, I just said, smiling.

“For the love of God…”, Alucard murmured, sighing in exasperation. “I’m already going to bed.”

With that, he got up and walked to the tent behind us, and he slowly stepped inside, and laid down in it. I slowly turned back to Sypha and Trevor.

“Don’t feel too bad, Lorena. He’s an idiot”, Sypha told me, shaking her head.

“Yeah, don’t worry about him… he doesn’t even know his own asshole from a hole in the ground”, Trevor remarked, giggling. “Plus, I think he just likes you.”

I blushed, not wanting to admit just how handsome and alluring I found the dhampir, despite his bad attitude. Perhaps it was just our history together that made my body quiver at the thought of staring into those golden eyes. Even so, I did have a love of pretty boys.

“O-oh…”, was all I could muster.

Sypha then yawned.

“I think I’d like to sleep now, as well. Goodnight, Lorena”, she bid me goodnight, as she stood up with Trevor.

“Nighty-night”, Trevor drunkenly said to me.

The pair walked to their tent, and slipped inside, disappearing from me then and there. I was all alone by the campfire. I sighed, and stared up at the night sky for a long time. I was deep in thought about my whole life, and this journey I was now on. I wondered if after all was said and done, and Dracula was no more… what would be of me and these three people who saved me? Would we still be friends? I shrugged. With no more to think about, I stood up and walked to the tent behind me. Alucard was already fast asleep, and I heard him softly snoring. Very carefully, I slipped under the blanket next to him, careful not to touch him, or wake him. I closed my eyes.

[xxlynxxx]

Could’ve been Levi Ackerman x Black reader part 2.

A/N: For the sake of this story lets pretend Levi is 5′10 lol. Also smuttttt warning ;)

Levi

“Did you hear me son?” My moms voice brought me out of my thoughts that seemed to be reiterating itself. “Yeah, you’re gonna come stay in a couple weeks. got it.” I said setting the phone up so she could see me as I stirred the pasta on the stove. 

“Son,  I worry about you sometimes and you know if my sickness takes a turn i just don’t wa-”

“Mom, stop talking like that. It wont come back and i’m fine. Now tell me about your vacation.” that seemed to ease her because she started rambling on about what she did on the vacation i just sent her and my aunts on. 

My mother had lupus and some days were worse than others. The medication and lifestyle the doctor had her on seemed to be working so far, she just worried too much about getting real ill again or leaving me and my little sister Isabel behind. “Anyways, enough about that. Hows the family? You know i miss my grandson. I havent seen him in awhile, i just cant wait to see you guys. Make sure your sister is actually coming this time. You know how that girl can be with all her partying and drinking ugh she worries me that she will never settle down.” I rolled my eyes as she began to ramble on again. Erwin walked into the kitchen and mouthed ‘your mom?’ before i nodded and he backed out of the kitchen. ‘Thank God.’ My mom had a weird crush on Erwin and if she saw him i would be on the phone all night. 

“Hey mom, i gotta go. Im gonna burn the food if i dont pay attention. I will make sure Isabel is there. Alright?”

“Okay, call me tomorrow Levi. I mean it! I love you my handsome boy, i cant wait to see you!” i quickly said my goodbyes before hanging up. 

“Dinner almost ready my handsome boy?” Erwin joked returning to the kitchen, setting plates on our dining room table. 

“Fuck off.” I rolled my eyes and took the pot off the stove taking it to the dinner table.

“So, you don’t seem so sick to me, why did you leave early today?” Erwin asked cutting off a piece of garlic bread. I shrugged. “Petra is trying to get me to move back in. Then my mom text saying she's gonna come visit so of of course she cant know that i live with you and not at home.” 

Erwin nods. “So you're stressed because now you have to act like the perfect family while your mom stays?” “yeah” I sigh starting to lose my appetite just by talking about what awaits me back home. 

“You are your moms pride and joy, i don't get why you just don't say ‘hey mom, Petra and i are separated and on our way to a divorce and by the your grandson? Yeah he’s not really mine.’ See? that’s so easy.” I roll my eyes again at Erwin. Which feels like a pretty reoccurring action. 

“Maybe its easy for you since you tell your mommy everything.” Now it was his turn to roll his eyes. “I just don't wanna stress her out, she's been through a lot this year. Plus, she's already stressed over Isabel. Just don't wanna add to it. Let alone think about Petra”

“I understand. There is something I wanted to ask you.” He says and i cock my eyebrow at him. “Now, don’t jump down my throat. I couldn't help but to notice you taking her out to lunch often. Which isn't typically Levi behavior to be so... dare i say doting?” I almost choked on my water. ‘Fuck... am i being obvious?’

“And, if you're thinking ‘damn, am i obvious?’ yes..yes you are. At least to me.” 

“Erwin i-” 

“BUT” He cuts me off wagging his finger at me with his dramatic self. “I noticed today you ignored the poor woman this morning, and then later at lunch when i let her know you wouldn't be back today she looked for a split moment like i had just shot and mutilated her dog right in front of her.”

“Okay that's a little much.” I say picking up my plate to take it to the kitchen. Erwin following behind me “So I ask my dear handsome boy. What's going on?”

I lean against the counter glaring at him, hopefully to make him uncomfortable enough that he will  fuck off. It doesn't work he just stares back smiling annoyingly wide. “and don't lie because, for a lawyer you're not good at lying when it comes to yourself.” 

“Nothings going on, I find her attractive but she works for me. So I'll just look and not touch.” Erwin slowly nods.

“Yeah so how long do you think you can keep that up for? Im all for you finding happiness especially after your divorce is final from the wicked witch of the east, but then again you do have a point. “ 

“Yeah, i think ill just die an old lonely man.” I say turning my back to him putting the leftovers in the fridge. 

“Wrong, because tonight we are gonna go out and drink like we are 21 again and maybe even meet some ladies.” He says doing a little dance. 

“I'm so good on that actually. Besides i have go to the office in the morning and finish up on the paperwork i didnt do today.” 

“Thats so funny that you think you have a choice.” He laughs obnoxiously all the way to his room. I sigh going to mine to get ready.

2 shots in and I'm kind of enjoying my time out. Erwin invites two woman to our table after buying them drinks. One of them keeps rubbing her leg up and down mine under the table. It makes me think of the other day when Ivy did it. If this was her sitting next to me doing it, i would be much more receptive. I excuse myself from the table once i feel her hand land on my thigh. “I'm gonna get a beer.” I state out loud mainly to Erwin. “I can come wi-” The one whos been touching me for the last 20 minutes responds but I'm already walking away from the table. Luckily she stays put. 

Deciding to drink my beer at the bar i pull out my phone and open up Instagram. Hange convinced me to create one a couple months ago but I didn't post any pictures. To keep from looking like a “spam account” as Hange put it, I just put a profile picture and my name. I had no use for this app until after meeting Ivy. I found her through Connie's followers. I mentally thanked Connie for making me follow him.

Fortunately her page isn't private, i felt like a creep for how many times i searched her account just to stalk her page and check if she posted any new pictures. I noticed that her profile picture had a pinkish/orange ring around it. ‘Thats interesting’ I clicked to see what would happen and saw she was out. She posted a video of a blonde girl taking a shot, the next video was of them clinking glasses, after was the last post she put. It was a selfie of her in a bar, the lights in the background looked familiar, I turned around and noticed the lights near the bathroom looked just like the ones in her picture. ‘Is she here?’ I looked back n forth between her photo and the lights behind me. 

“You good man?” Erwin came up behind me grabbing my shoulder. 

“Yeah, i just started talking to the bartender and lost track.” I Lied which he caught on to.

“They’re leaving, and they invited us back to their place. I have no problem telling them no if you're not into it.” 

“I’m definitely not into it. But you should go, have fun i dont mind.” 

“No, i was hoping you would say no, im not feeling it either. I'm just gonna walk them out to their uber and ill be back.” Erwin, always the gentleman. I made my way back to our table. Keeping a look out for Ivy. I was certain she had to still be here. The photo was posted 10 minutes ago. 

Just as i suspected she walked from the bathroom area with a blonde holding her hand leading her to a table on the other side of the room. She sat with her back away from me. She couldn't see me but i had my eyes on her. I noticed the other men watching her as she walked to her table. You had to be blind not to think this woman was beautiful. Her beautiful sandy brown skin always seemed to be glowing. She had the biggest brown eyes. Every emotion she had shown in them, her hair was a beautiful shade of auburn. Tonight her beautiful tight coils were out and free. She never wore her hair down at work. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my finger around a curl. Or maybe get a handful of it as she-

“What are you looking at?” Erwin pulled me out of my thoughts before they turned lewd. “Did you wanna go to a different bar?”

“No, lets stay.” I said a little to eager

“Okay, someone caught your eye?” Erwin sat next to me looking in the direction i had been. 

“Don't be obvious, but that's Ivy.” I said turning my back to the table she sat at. Erwin smiled and waved in that direction, catching the eye of Ivy’s friend. 

“What? that's great! I’m gonna invite them over. Go to the bar and order whatever they’re drinking.” He said getting up

“Erwin wait!″ I tried to grab for him but he was already halfway across the room.

Ivy

“Quick! How do my tits look?” I gave Hitch a thumbs and tried to keep from looking behind her at Levi. I noticed he tried to grab Erwin's arm when he was coming over here. ‘damn, he really must be trying to avoid me.’

"Hello Ivy. I thought that was you, small world.” Erwin smiled down at me.

“Hello, Mr. Smith. its nice to see you again.” I don't know why i tried to sound so formal. I immediately sobered up. 

“Ah come on Ivy, we’re out of the office. Please call me Erwin.” I nodded “And whos your lovely friend?” He asked taking Hitch’s hand kissing the back of it, which she ate right up. If there wasn't so many people in this room she would've pounced right on him by the look she was giving. 

“Hitch, but you can call me baby.” She winked at him. I rolled my eyes but, Erwin seemed find it amusing. He gave a big laugh and kissed the back of her hand again. 

“Well would you ladies like to accompany Levi and I tonight? we’ve got a section over there, its too much room for just us.” 

“Yes! “ Hitch answered before i could. She was already up and following Erwin forgetting her purse. I grabbed our things and slowly made my way over. Levi was at the bar and made his way back to the table at the same time i did. Setting down a drink for Hitch and I. She happily thanked him while I avoided eye contact and gave a quiet ‘thanks’.

“Of course.” He said taking his seat across from Hitch and Erwin leaving a spot in the booth for me right next to him. 

 Hitch giggled across from me as Erwin whispered something in her ear. I could feel Levi burning a whole in the side of my face so i pulled my phone out scrolling through Instagram. Luckily for my privacy screen he couldn't see what i was looking at if he decided to lean closer to peep. I liked a couple photos before going to my insta story to look at who viewed it. ‘Levi.Ackerman87′ viewed my story. My stomach felt like it had a whole cage of butterflies in it. Checking my following i didnt see his name on there. I glanced over at him, he was making small talk with Hitch and Erwin. Putting my phone back into my purse, I stood up. “I’m gonna use the bathroom, ill be back.” 

“Oh do you want me to go with you?” Hitch asked.

“No, I'm okay. Ill be quick.” I said before heading to the back towards the restroom. This bathroom was one of those fancy clean types that had a person inside waiting with mints and rolled up towels, luckily the person who was supposed to be in here left out as i entered. I drenched a towel in the cold water and placed it on the back off my neck to cool myself off. I took my phone out again just to double check what i saw. ‘Yup, Levi.Ackerman87′ Clicking on his profile he had no pictures, just as i expected. But his profile picture was definitely him. I held my phone close to my face to get a better view. He wasn't smiling, but a long haired seal point cat laid across his shoulder ,with its tail covering a side of his face. ‘ugh, why is he so cute with zero effort.’ If someone were to walk in i would look pretty dumb. My phone so close to my face while i smiled and giggled like an idiot to myself. I washed my hands and walked out the bathroom heading back to the table. I slowed my pace when i noticed that Levi was at the table by himself.

“Uhm, they went to get more drinks.” He said as i took my seat looking over at the bar. Hitch had her arms leaned on the countertop as Erwin stood smiling down at her. His hand placed on her hip as she giggled at something he said ‘mans cant be that funny.’ i thought. “How are you?” Levi asked bringing my attention from the view at the bar to the beautiful raven haired man sitting inches away from me. 

“I’m quite fine. How are you? I heard you were sick. Remind me to get your doctors info, he must work miracles.” I was proud of myself until i saw the slight frown on his face that he immediately replaced with his normal stoic look. 

“Yeah, i think it was just a bad migraine...needed a break.” i nodded.

“You’re right, i’m sorry. I dont think i’ve ever heard of you missing a day of work.” Embarrassed with my unusual behavior i turned my gaze to watch the other occupants around us. Levi was silent next to me, but i could feel him looking at me and then down at his hands and then back to my face.  

“I cant stop thinking about you.” He said in a faster pace than he usually talked. My heart quickened.

“What?” I said now giving him my full attention.

“I know its not ethical of me, but i cant get you out of my mind. I'm actually dreading Hange coming back because I'm not ready to let you go.” He opened his mouth like he had more to say but Hitch and Erwin's laughter killed whatever tension was in the air as they took their seats. 

 The rest of the night Levi seemed to have relaxed after his confession. That made one of us because now i was more nervous than before. I couldn't believe he would so confidently say something like that. I was used to men beating around the bush with me. Levi kept scooting closer to me throughout the night until his hand was the only thing from keeping our thighs touching. Hitch and I started our own conversation as Levi and Erwin started talking about work related things. Levi finished off his glass of whiskey as his pinky rubbed against my thigh which at first i thought was an accident until it started moving gently up and down. I tried to keep my face from showing any emotion as i listened to Hitch’s story about her class of 10th graders. I guess he took that as me enjoying it, which he wasn't wrong. His hand found its way to my thigh and he gave it a light squeeze. My face didn't react but my body sure was. My thighs squeezed together as the heat between my legs grew more intense. To make matters worse he pushed my legs apart with one hand and rubbed circles on my inner thigh. Now, I'm not tiny girl. I have curves, this mans whole hand was squeezing my full thigh like it was nothing. 

 A couple drinks later and we were heading out the doors. “Ivy, I'm gonna go home with Erwin, I would say take Levi to our place but,he doesn't seem like your type.” She giggled. Hitch wasn't wrong. Normally i would never go for guys like Levi. My typed seemed to be broken man-child’s who could never fully commit. Levi was the first older and very mature guy I'd ever had feelings for. 

“I can drive you home.” Levi said as Hitch waved from inside the uber with Erwin.

“ Are you ok to drive?” I asked following him to his car. He threw a glance at me over his shoulder as if to say ‘really bitch?’ 

“I had 4 drinks Ivy. I could probably do a backflip right now.” He said opening the passenger door for me. “Besides, i wouldn't put you in any harm.” He said looking at me as he slid into his seat. It’s not like i was drunk out of my mind. I mean i paced myself like i always do and had water in between my drinks. I just still couldnt believe that the Levi everyone tried to stay clear of and stay on his good side was talking to me like this. Besides earlier today, he had never made me feel like i was a bother. 

 Levi reached over taking me out of my thoughts ‘oh my god he’s gonna kiss me.’ I prepared myself for our first kiss, but he leaned past me and grabbed my seatbelt clicking it. “Safety first.” He smirked at me before clicking his own seatbelt and starting the car. 

Per usual Levi gave me the aux. I typed my address into his maps and, put on Lullaby by Umi and looked out the window. New York was beautiful at night. Especially this time of year when everything was decorated for Christmas. “ I meant what i said earlier.” Levi said making you look at him. God, he was fine. I studied his face, he was still looking at the road and glanced at me real quick. Tightening his grip on the wheel. “I feel like im going crazy.” He chuckled. “I’m actually losing sleep over it, you should feel bad for me.” He smiled and i laughed. 

Levi parked outside my building. I felt stupid for not telling him that i felt the same. I was losing sleep over him too. “Do you want some tea before you go home? If we’re lucky you might kill enough time to miss Erwin and Hitch.” I laughed trying to cut through the thick air in the car that appeared after his second confession. 

“Yeah i’d like that.” He said turning off the car and hopping out to come open my door before i did. He followed me up to my apartment on the second floor. “ I hope you're not allergic to dogs.” I turned to him, my back pressed against my door. 

“Allergic? no. Wary? Most definitely.” I nodded and held a finger up at him. 

“Wait here and when you hear me, come in.” He nodded as I slipped inside the door. My doberman Arlo already waiting at the door to either greet or snap at who came in. “Okay, you can come in.” I said grabbing my pup’s collar. Levi looked right and left before coming in and his eyes widened as he looked at Arlo by my side. “Come, let him smell you so he knows you’re not a threat.”

“I’m not sure i wanna do that.” Levi awkwardly laughed. 

I rolled my eyes smiling at him “ Now don’t tell me you’re scared of my little baby.”

“Tch, i wouldn’t consider him little.” Levi scoffed. “If he’s harmless than why are you holding him back?”

“Because he can smell your fear and that’s what gets him going.” I laughed at my little joke but Levi didn’t find it funny as he glared at me which only made me laugh harder. “No, i just wanted you to feel safe. See I'm in control, He listens to me.” I said letting go of Arlo’s collar telling him to stay and he did just as i said. I reached my hand out to Levi and he cautiously grabbed it. I pulled him over to us and stood us in front of Arlo. Holding Levi’s wrist in my hands as he slightly stood behind me i let Arlo sniff him. He sniffed his hand a couple times and then started to lick it. “ See! he accepts you.” I smiled at Levi, leaning down and rubbing Arlo behind his ears “such a good boy!” I praised. Levi held his hand a little away from him because it was covered in slobber. 

“Come here, you can wash your hands in the kitchen while I start the tea.” I said leading him to the kitchen sink. 

“Your apartment is very clean.” Levi said watching me take off my shoes and slip on my slippers. He took his shoes off as well and i placed them on the shoe rack near the front door. That’s something i noticed Levi and i had in common. I kept my house tidy, or at least tried to. Hitch was kind of unorganized but we managed.  

“Thank you i try. My mom would give me an ear full if my place was dirty. Growing up she instilled cleanliness in us so now i cant help but to continue the tradition.” I said placing a coaster down and putting his tea in front of him. Sitting down across from him with my own mug of peach and ginger sweetness. 

“My mom is the same way, she used to clean houses when I was a kid and would sometimes take me on big jobs with her. Its like a hobby now.” He smiled like he enjoyed a memory in his mind.

 “I didn’t know your mom used to clean homes?” Not judging but i and many people at the company assumed Levi grew up a rich kid the same way Erwin did. “I don't talk about it. I’m pretty sure none of my colleagues grew up they way i did.” He trusted me enough to let me in on that detail about his life. My heart swelled.

“Talk to me about you.” He said leaning back in his seat.

“Ugh, i hate that question. I never know what to say.” I groaned dramatically, rubbing my scalp.

“Fine lets do a game. I ask a question and then you can ask me one in return. Nothing is off limits.” I could get down with that. 

“Well ask me something specific.” He rubbed his chin thinking. 

“What’s your middle name?” Okay he’s starting off tame. 

“Rose. What’s yours?” Great question Ivy. Even though i really wanted to ask what color his di-

“Tal. How old are you?” What a beautiful name.

“That's beautiful, does it mean something? and I'm 26.” He nodded taking another sip of tea.

“ It’s Hebrew for rain dew. That’s a relief because you look like you could be 20.” He said smirking.

“I always get told that, i guess i should consider it a compliment. Do you speak Hebrew?” Now I'm gonna imagine him giving me commands in two different languages. ‘God, why is my mind always in the gutter when he’s around?’

“Its a compliment. You’ll appreciate it more when you get older, and I speak enough. I’m surprised you didn't ask me how old i am.”

“That’s because I already know your age Levi dot Ackerman 87.” I smirk at him trying to look unfazed.

“Are you stalking me?” He asked finishing off his tea and placing it into my dishwasher. ‘That shouldn’t be hot but it is.’

“Quite the contrary Levi. I think you have been stalking me.”

“How’d you find out?” Shame. I thought he was gonna deny some more.

“Come here.” I waved him over, he stands behind my seat as i open up my phone and show him how you can view whos seen your snap story. He leans down his face near mine as he looks over my shoulder as i point out his name. He scoffs and i laugh. "Now, 35 ain’t old but that was definitely an old person mistake.” I begin to laugh harder as he glares down at me a small smirk on his lips. 

 Levi joins in my laughter. After awhile we calm down staring at each other in silence. Levi pushes a curl behind my ear. “So beautiful.” He mumbles. “You make it impossible to not want you.” He says caressing my jaw. I don't even care about the consequences now, I've never wanted anyone as bad as i want him. 

Levi grabs my chin making me look up at him. His thumb going over my bottom lip. I’m drunk on him and he’s barely touched me. The way he’s looking down at me like I'm the most fragile, beautiful thing he’s ever laid his eyes on has me feeling hot in more ways than one. I open my mouth a little as Levi pushes his thumb inside. I don’t know what’s coming over me, what spell his ashen eyes have on me. I graze my bottom teeth over his digit, giving a kitten lick before closing my mouth around it. 

“Suck.” Is the only command Levi gives me and I do as I'm told, keeping eye contact. A scarlet tint covers Levi’s cheeks as his mouth opens slightly, and if i thought he couldn’t get any hotter he lets out a low groan as i grab onto his wrist to take his thumb further into my mouth. 

“I don’t care what happens.” He says removing his thumb and standing me up. Everything feels like it happens in one fluid motion as Levi pushes me up against the kitchen wall. One hand around my neck and the other that has a tight grip on my hip. The way Levi is kissing me, i can’t explain it. Like he’s making love to my mouth. His kisses are slow and sensual, running his tongue in my mouth like he’s trying to savor the last drop. The hand on my waist has now traveled to grip my thighs like earlier, but he doesn’t stay there. Levi pushes my legs apart with his knee and glides his hand up my thighs until he’s playing with my panty line. He releases my mouth for a second to help me out of my underwear. I’ve never been more proud of myself for wearing a thong. Levi stares me deep in my eyes as he puts my thong in his pocket instead of discarding it on the floor. I never knew it was possible to be as wet as I am. 

 Instead of holding me neck his hand is hovering near my hair “May i?” He asks and not able to find words i just nod with my mouth slightly ajar. Levi grabs the hair on the back of my head gently gripping it and pulling my head back to gain full access to my neck. He’s careful to not leave hickeys on the places it would be hard to cover. He kisses up my neck back to claim my mouth again. I could kiss him for hours. “Turn around.” He says before giving my one last kiss on my lips. I do as he says and he unzips the back of my dress. But he doesn’t take it all the way off, just my back and the top of my ass is exposed. I don’t feel him touching me anymore so i glance over my shoulder. Levi is just taking in my appearance. “It should be criminal being able to touch you the way i am.” he says running a finger up my spine giving me chills. He steps closer to whisper in my ear. “And it should be very criminal the way I'm about to ruin you. I don’t want to leave room for any thoughts of another man again in that pretty head of yours.” He kisses my cheek as he peels my dress off. Grabbing my hand to help me step out of it. I began to turn around. “No, turn back around for me.” I nod turning back around. My breast pushed against the wall. Levi moved my hair off my shoulders to kiss my neck, down to my shoulders, making his way to leave open kisses against my spine. He’s on his knees behind me as he’s kissing the dimples above my ass. One hand keeping me steady against the wall while the other spreads my thighs. Levi kisses my ass. I moan, I never thought gentle kisses on my ass would turn me on and get me this wet. At this point I'm dripping and he hasn’t even touched my sacred part yet. Levi chuckles and then does it again to each one giving it a little nibble. "I just wanna worship this ass.” He uses the hand that spread my thighs to slap my ass, running his tongue on the reddened skin after. Another moan escapes my lips “Levi, please.” I pant. 

 He kisses his way back up to my mouth. His large hands gripping and groping all over me except where i need him the most. I hook my leg over his hip to bring him closer. The hand not kneading my breast slides down my abdomen and right between my legs where I've been craving him. I let out a gasp as he gathers my slick before inserting one, then two fingers in. “Because you asked so nicely” He smirks against my mouth. His fingers are sinful, using his thumb to circle my clit while his index and middle finger curl and stretch me out. Bringing me close to the sweet release that’s been building up. Levi pulls away his fingers and his mouth from me, earning himself a frown and a confused look. The lust filled look in his eyes is one of hunger, like he wants to do nothing but devour me. Bringing up the fingers he just had inside me he sucks off the juices i left on him. “Mmm, just as sweet as i imagined. I don’t think i can continue without tasting more.” I’m in awe, his eyes, the moan he let out tasting me on his fingers, the language. I do nothing but nod leading him to my bedroom with his hands on my hips and his lips never leaving my neck. This man is the grand multi tasker. How he can do this in a dimly lit hall and not skip a beat is beyond me. There is nothing he can’t do. 

“Lay on the bed for me. Keep your legs open.” I crawl on the bed laying my head against my pillow, Levi waits for me to pull my legs up and spread them. He smiles as I do so. “Good girl.” He says walking to my bedside table using my little remote to turn the fairy lights in my room a beautiful shade of purple. “Much better, I like to see while I eat.” He smirks unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off. ‘Damn’  I mean i know he had some muscle from how broad his shoulders look in his button ups but this man was art. Art I wanted to drag my tongue across. Levi stood at the foot of the bed, grabbing my legs to pull my down to the end of the bed. He kneeled eye level to my pussy. I’ve only had a couple guys go down on me before. A couple hookups in college and rarely my ex would. They all sucked, so i grew to not care for it, thinking maybe it was just me from hearing the stories my friends talked about mind blowing orgasms they got from it. I also never did much with lights on. Always feeling insecure in my body since a young age. Levi was opening the door for a lot of my firsts. 

I suddenly felt self conscious about being so exposed. Physically and mentally. “Don’t hide from me.” He said opening my legs again rubbing up and down my thigh. My hands covered my face. “Ivy, i wont do this if it makes you uncomfortable.” Levi peeked at me from around my legs grabbing my arm to take my hands off my face. 

“No!” I said a little too eager. “I just, I don't do oral.. often. I’ve never finished and i don’t want you to think its something you did. I think I'm just broken.” I awkwardly chuckled. The look on Levi’s face was pure disbelief, quickly replaced with determination and lust. 

“Sit up, i want you to watch me. I’m so eager to taste you again, it should be something we both enjoy. “ He said kissing my inner thighs as I leaned up on my elbows nodding at him to show I'm ready. He kissed all the way up my thigh. First placing a gentle kiss on my clit. I had to keep from moaning. He brought both my legs over his shoulder placing another kiss on my clit flicking his tongue on the sensitive bud. Switching his flicks out for swirls had me opening my legs for him more. ‘Yeah I definitely hadn't had it like this.’ I bucked my hips forward throwing my head back to let out breathy moans. Levi slid two fingers in me gently nipping my clit then swirling his tongue around it before sucking. “Ungh Levi i-.” He smirked up at me repeating the same combo over again. I felt euphoric. If there was a drug of this feeling i would be a fiend. 

 I gripped the hair on the back of his head as Levi removed his fingers and ate me out the same way he was kissing me in the kitchen, hot and sloppy. I couldn’t help but to buck against his face trying to catch that release. “Such a good girl, fuck my face just like that.” As if he said magic words the air in my lungs were knocked out and all i could do was moan his name like a dirty chant. “That’s it Ivy.” He said leaning over me placing his two fingers back in as he brought me over the edge. 

I lay on the bed panting like a ran a marathon. Levi crawled over me smirking kissing up my abdomen, over tp my breast giving each nipple a bite. He kissed me rolling his tongue over mine. “You see how good you taste? I could eat you all day.” I sat up on my knees to unbuckle his pants. Levi stood off the bed to pull his pants down, now standing in his black briefs that did nothing to hide the tint. Tint was actually an understatement, The head of his dick was poking out from his waistband. It glistened under the purple light. I sat up on my knees to kiss him again placing my hand on his bulge. ‘There's no way this is gonna fit.’  I thought to myself. “Ivy, i uh i dont have condom. I didnt expect for this to happen. We dont have to do this tonight." 

“I’m on the pill!” I said a little to eager. Even after that leg shaking orgasm i just had i still wanted him, needed him. “And i trust you.” I said pulling him closer by hooking my finger into his briefs. 

“I trust you too.” The look in his eyes was soft, like his words meant more. Kissing him again I pulled his briefs down and laid back onto my bed as he stepped out of them. My eyes went right to his member. I always imagined Levi would be packing. He had an aura about him. He had to at least be 7 1/2 or 8 inches I'm not sure. The girth is what got me, nice and thick with a slight curve. I wanted him in my mouth. I leaned forward to return the favor.

“You don’t have to do that. “ He placed his hand on my shoulder. “Plus I'm dying to be inside of you.” He said settling on top of me capturing my lips again. Levi grabbed his dick rubbing it between my folds gathering my slick on his tip. Gently pushing inside. I gripped his shoulders. Digging my nails into his skin. Its been almost a year since I last had sex but, regardless i don't think that would make taking him any easier. Levi buried his face in the crook of my neck as he pushed all the way in “fuck, you're so tight baby.” Levi moaned his voice muffled. Not wanting to wait to adjust i pushed my hips against him to let him know to move. 

Levi was slow and sensual, taking his time dragging out of me and pushing in painfully slow. “Leviii ungh.” I moaned throwing my head back against the pillows. 

“Use your words.” He used one arm to keep himself above me while the other slowly tightened around my neck. Kissing me hard. “Use your words baby.” He murmured against my lips. Keeping his sinful deep and slow pace. 

“Faster, please fuck me faster. Ruin me Levi.” That’s all he needed. The grip around my neck tightened making me clench tighter around his dick. Levi pulled one of my legs over his shoulder and began his assault on my pussy. At this point my only vocabulary was ‘right there’ or ‘harder’. Levi was fucking me dumb that soon i couldn't say anything but incoherent words mixed with his name. 

“You cant even speak can you baby?” Levi said against my ear not letting up on his pace. He reached his hand between you two to rub on your clit. It was too much, but you loved it.

“Levi i mm please.” He smirked at me barely forming a sentence. Levi sat up on his knees holding my legs behind my knees. Slowing his pace down a little but the way he slammed into you was ungodly and as you felt your second release that night building up you didn’t want him to stop. 

“You’re, gonna take all of this dick. Like the good girl you are.” He said flipping me  over to all fours. This new position putting him so deep I let out a muffled scream as pressed my face in the pillows. “Answer me.” He says slapping my ass. The grip he has on my hips is sure to leave bruises. 

“Yes Levi.” I moaned out his name. Levi switched to long deep strokes while reaching his hand between us again to rub on my clit. This man was gonna kill me. Now i could see why some woman went crazy over dick. I don’t know how any other man could ever compare in bed now that i had Levi. I didn’t want other man again. Levi had me already thinking about a monogamous relationship[p. Had me imagining a white picket fence and what our kids would like. 

“ Look at yourself”. Levi pulled my chin up to look in my large mirror across the room. He had a nice view of himself fucking me. The look in his eyes as he looked down at his dick going in and out of me to him looking up smirking in the mirror. Levi’s mouth was slightly open and his brow furrowed as he let out pants and moans. Leaning over to whisper the most lewd things of what he wanted to do to my body. ‘I wanna hear how loud you scream when i put it in your ass. would you let me do that baby?’ to ‘I want you on all fours watching me in the mirror as I eat it from behind.’ 

“Levi i mmm i’m gonna cum.” I moan pushing my ass back to meet his thrusts. “Me too baby, i’m so close. Turn around i wanna look at you when you come on my cock.” Levi laid me on my back like i weighed nothing. God, this man is everything. He leaned down to kiss me picking his pace up again, i tightened around him. My second orgasm that night crashing hard. My back arching a bit off the bed as Levi is still fucking into me chasing his orgasm.

”Keep fucking me like that baby.” He says as i raise my hips to meet his while he rubs my clit again overstimulating me in the best way. At this point i don't know if I'm screaming or moaning. 

 Levi finishes collapsing on top of me, laying his head on my chest. Both of us laying there trying to catch our breath. He looks up at me. Both us laughing because the only sound in the room is us panting. He looks over at the the clock reading 3:51. “ I haven't been up this late in awhile. “ He chuckles laying next to you, propping himself up on his elbow to look at you. 

“What?” I smile. He must think i look a sweaty mess.

“Nothing, i just think you’re beautiful. I cant believe i had the balls to actually do it.” his smile fades for a second.

“What do you mean?” His raven hair is hanging in his face. His sweat causing some strands to turn wavy. I run my fingers through his hair.

“ I was supposed to be in California for a couple months not Hange. But i convinced them to take my spot and bring Moblit with them. Hange of course jumped at the idea of going to LA since they have some family there. They were worried about leaving you so i told them i would take you as my paralegal for the time being since i hadn't met you officially. I had only seen you in meetings with Hange. And Ivy i have to tell you it took me weeks to realize that i never put myself first. I wanted you and i had to have you. Plus it doesn’t hurt being your own boss so i can bend the rules.” He smiled smirking at me.

 I had no idea this whole time he had wanted me. He saw me from my first day and knew he had to have me. God, this is not something i would have ever thought to happen. But I'm glad it did, now a new feeling of abandonment and jealousy if someone else wanted him as bad as i do comes to mind. I didn’t think these feelings would happen so soon.

“What is it? Tell me what you’re thinking.” He said with his lips against the back of my hand. i shook my head looking away from him, getting ready to shower. But, he held my hand to keep me put. “If something is bothering you i want to know. You can talk to me about anything. I wanna be here for you.” Its lame to cry after sex right? My eyes welled up with tears. Men like him were not real. There has to be a catch.

“I’ve never done something like this. Anyone one night stand I've had was years ago and under the influence and i hardly knew 

who they were or saw them again. I haven't been in a relationship in years and i.. i don't know. This amount of care and reassurance is new for me. I’m sorry for crying I'm such a baby.” I said getting up to hide my face and start the shower. 

“Ivy, lets talk. I’m being honest. I want you and not just because we had the best sex i’ve ever had in my life. But because im drawn to you, and i feel like this could be something great and i get it. I’m not used to being this open but im not blind i saw how men were falling over you tonight and i just cant stand the thought of you not being mine.” He was now in the bathroom holding my face between both hands. Using his thumbs to wipe away the tears that found their way down. I nodded with more tears falling from my eyes. 

“Baby look, we don’t have to talk about this tonight. Lets get cleaned up alright?” We showered. Cleaning each others bodies and giving gentle kisses filled with so much emotion. I stepped out before him to grab clothes in hopes that he would stay the night with me.

“Uhm these are my brothers from when he visits. But they should fit you.” I finished putting lotion on my body as Levi dressed. “Also if you want that is. No pressure. You can stay the night with me. I know you mentioned having to go to the office tomorrow but i mean its late and i would hate for you to make that long dr-”

“Ill stay” He chuckled pulling the shirt over his head. 

‘Perfect because im exhausted after that workout.” I said laughing at how Levi winked at me. He got behind me in bed as i pulled the covers over us. 

“A workout indeed.” He tickled my sides and giving me a kiss on the neck. We talked a bit more before bed. Sharing childhood stories. I laid on Levi’s chest  drawing patterns on it with my finger as he told me a story about how much of a partier Erwin and Hange were in college. I closed my eyes the sound of his voice lulling me to sleep. Levi looked down as i opened my eyes. “ I swear i was listening.” He chuckled and kissed my forehead. “There will be more time in the future for these stories. Go to sleep, ill see you in the morning.” He pulled my chin up to kiss me deep, a couple pecks later i laid back down on his chest as Levi turned the lights off. The idea of doing this every night with him one day swelled my heart. I dont think i could ever let him go.

[fishfilettoo]

i realize many of my friends know about mogimi but dont know about their dynamic specifically O_Y: warning they are crepes they are weird doughs ( kirimi especially . warning for a bit of violence ) /lh i am mostly going to talk about kirimi btw anemone if u want to add anything to this feel free ( autism stare

the au is basically the mo4 and mp100 universes merged together with mogami and kirimi as the main pair .

kirimi is ( like in canon ) one of the executives of mindy corporation ( or mdcr ) and is the head scientist and engineer ( he is also a doctor , but he does not actively work in that field . although he does posses vast medical knowledge . this will be important later ) . he is a rich egotistical man who sees people as disposable tools for his own gain . he is physically very weak so he hires bodyguards and assassins to work for him and do his dirty work , but he switches them out constantly because his paranoia grips at his throat like barbed wire . he will order to kill business rivals , competitors , threats , or people who know a little bit too much about him for his liking . he smokes , drinks , whatever impulsive behavior you can think of he has probably done it before . he is transmasc btw very important information

he has a strange obsession with charms , and he is the most impulsive buyer you will ever see . he has an office where he keeps most of his antiques , and a personal laboratory where he does experiments ( will also be important later ) which no one else but him is allowed to enter . he also has his own section of the facility , but that area is not off limits . it is deserted most of the time though . most people at mdcr find him eerie and creepy in a strange way , despite him being a very important figure in the company , and people looking up to him . there are rumors about him ( kirimi knows . he watches the security camera footage constantly ) and he finds it really amusing when people make bets over who is going to be hand delivering kirimis documents to his office next .

when kirimi hires mogami i think he is almost immediately able to tell that he is different . kirimi offers him a cigarette , mogami refuses . he offers him a drink , he refuses . he offers to bring him to parties , he refuses . kirimi is not used to this . he is used to his assassins being the lowest of the low , just like he is , except kirimi is the one holding the handle of that knife in those situations . it is refreshing to kirimi , in some twisted way . mogami seems to hate kirimis guts for obvious reasons , but he is still oblivious to the horrors . for now O_Y:

at some point kirimi starts getting a little bit too obsessed with him . he sees mogami as another possession of his , just like all his other tools , but he separates him from the others . kirimi calls him his most prized possession , his favorite doll . if mogami was an insect , kirimi would carefully pin him to a fancy golden frame and put him in a glass container , on display on his desk for everyone to see how beautiful he is and that he is his and his alone . kirimi thinks mogami should feel privileged to be in this position ( DELULU

i was gonna go insane about this other bit but i feel like maybe i should not be too descriptive /lh but basically kirimi asks mogami to kill people for him in front of him sometimes ( kirimi delulu about how mogami is doing it to protect him while kirimi is literally the one who asked him to . also mogami can see spirits and is sometimes plagued by the horrors because of kirimi ) . also he asks mogami to bring him people he needs to get information from and he tortures them in his lab until he gets what he needs and then leaves them to die ( this is where the . personal lab and medical knowledge i mentioned earlier ) ummmmm hes a weird dough !!!!!!! also kirimi has entire folders full of blackmail for everyone he knows boy who is paranoid as HELL !!!!!

mogami attempts to murder kirimi multiple times btw he hates him !!!!! kirimi flirting with the death everytime he pisses mogami off . kirimi who talks a little bit too much about how mogami belongs to him because he signed a contract and whatever or kirimi who talks a little bit too in detail about his torturing people in his lab hobby and mogami throttles him across the room AS HE SHOULD !!!!!! kirimi is 5'5 mogami is 6'6 he is very well capable of throwing him like a stuffed toy /lh

i love mogimi because theres these horrors but also they can and will go out to eat ice cream together . ALSO KIRIMI HAS A MASSIVE MANSION HOW COULD I FORGET . kirimi invites him over for the first time and mogami gets lost !!!!! and has to nervously ask one of the housemaids for directions man who is sweating BULLETS !!!!!!! kirimi who teases him a little bit for it because he finds it amusing but also mogami who has lived in poverty all his life and looks at kirimi spending three times the amount of his rent in the blink of an eye to buy things he will never need and he owns a MANSION !!!! A WHOLE MANSION . RAHHH INSANE

WHATEVE IM DONE FOR NOW I WOULD EXPLAIN THE ENTIRE PLOT BUT I THINK THIS IS ALREADY TOO LONG BAHWJAKSHAKFHKWHSA anemone if u want to talk about the mogami silliness ...... looks at u ..... if u want to explain his powers also O_Y:

[onewordshy]

I don't usually like to complain but literally like, it sucks having to justify how much pain I'm in to everyone, and that includes myself. I just genuinely do not believe that I am justified to physical pain, and even when I'm actively in pain I'm telling myself "you're making it up." I never thought about it until one time I had a toothache so bad that I physically collapsed on the stairs crying and couldn't see but when I went to the dentist afterwards I told him that maybe it wasn't that bad and I was just making it up and he was like "if what you're saying happened to you happened, why would you think that?" And honestly I still don't have an answer.

And I'm so mad that I was taught to think this way! Because I know the answer is that nobody took me seriously as a kid and just pushed me to keep going even when I was suffering and now it's an ingrained behavior! Like I used to avoid going to the doctor because every time I would work up the courage to go to ask about something that was bothering me, I'd just get shot down and made to feel like an idiot for asking. I'll never forget the time I told my doctor I was suffering from pressure in my skull and headaches and he just looked at me and said "and what do you want to do about it?" Like, that fucked me up! Because I was scared and in pain and went to you for help and you made me feel like shit for it! And then you got to move on with your day and I just had to pretend like everything was fine! I cracked my ribs with a metal cannister and felt them poking me in the lungs when I bent over and I still went in to work!

But yeah I've had some sort of issue with my throat for the past few months that's made it hard for me to breathe, causes shooting pains down my neck/ears, and I can barely talk. I can't sing anymore, which sucks, and I feel so fucking selfish for feeling bad about that for some reason but like that's always been a major part of my life and now I just like. Can't do it. And it feels like it's been such a battle to get anyone to realize just how big of a deal all of this is for me but because I can still walk and function everyone just expects me to be okay and no one seems to get that it's completely destroyed my life and I don't know what I'm gonna do if I don't get help for it soon.

[y0uremindme0fthebabe]

The Angel - Part 3

Part 1 Part 2

What should I do?

Hang up?

That wouldn't be nice.

But....its not a bad idea.

"H-Hi." I said.

"I'm so happy to hear you're voice again, Angel!" He said happily.

Wait a moment. How in the world did he get my phone number?

I know for sure that I didn't give it to him.

"Umm, how did you get my number?" I asked.

"I called every number in the phone book until I heard your voice, Angel."

I raised my eyebrows, that was a lot of numbers even though my last name did begin with a 'D'.

"Okay." I said with a nod. "Well, it's been good talking to you." I said as I began to end the call.

"No! No, please, Angel!"

I sighed and put the phone back to my ear.

"Yes?"

"I would like to see you again, Angel."

I immediately shook my head. No. Nope. Not happening. Ain't gonna happen. Never. Even in Spanish - No.

Before I was able to respond I heard a voice on the other side, "Erik, who are you talking to?"

"The Angel." I heard Erik say simply.

"What? Erik, no! You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can."

"No, y-" I heard a sigh, "Give me the phone, Erik."

"No."

"Yes."

"Now, Erik."

"No."

Then I didn't hear anything for a couple of seconds.

"I'm only going to speak with her for a couple of minutes." I heard the other guy speak into the phone.

"One minute and 59 seconds. One minute and 58 seconds...." I faintly heard Erik counting. Is he for real?

Nadir signed, I'm assuming it's him, "Hello, this is Nadir speaking. One of the men you met in the grocery store." I heard him take a breath and heard some fumbling of papers on the other line, "I'm assuming your Christine Daae?"

I nodded even though he couldn't see, and added. "Yes, I am. Were you the one in the hat?" I asked.

"Yes, that was me. I want to apologize for Erik's behavior. You see, the medicine he is taking for pain is having on side effects."

I nodded, "What type of side effects?"

"Hallucinations."

"I see." I said softly.

I heard another sigh, "Yes, he sees you as a true Angel. There isn't really anything we can do about it."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, I should know. I'm his doctor, as well as his friend."

"Oh." I said with a nod. "What should I do? He wants to see me again."

"I figured as much. Erik is harmless. He wouldn't dare hurt you. Not his Angel."

I gave a small laugh.

"He will be finished with his medicine by next week. Then, he will never bother you again. I'm sure of it."

I nodded and sighed. I didn't really know what to say.

"3. 2. 1!" I heard Erik say just as he took back the phone. "Angel!"

"...Hey, Erik!" I tried to sound happy.

"The Angel knows my name." I heard him whisper, probably not meaning for me to hear. "Angel, can I see you again?"

It's only for two weeks. Just two weeks. Fourteen days.

I could do this.

"Yes."

"Thank you, Angel! Thank you! Can I see you now?"

"Umm, not right now, Erik." I said as I looked at my watch. "I need to be getting to bed soon."

"Tomorrow then?" He asked eagerly.

"I....Umm...I." I sighed softly and nodded. "Ye-"

"Thank you! Thank you!"

"-s."

"Where do you want to meet? When?"

"I...4:00 in the Populaire Park?"

"In the morning or afternoon, Angel?"

In the morning? Was he serious? I would never get up at 4:00 in the morning.

"Afternoon, Erik."

"I can't wait to see you, Angel." He said happily.

I nodded. "Yeah..." I cleared my throat. "I gotta get going, Erik. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you soon, my Angel."

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"Come on." I whispered as I tried to start my car. "Crank up."

I turned the keys once more only to hear...........nothing!

Great. Just great.

I looked down and checked my phone 3:50.

Perfect. I'm going to be late meeting Erik.

Maybe it's a sign.

A sign to never see Erik again.

Ringgggggg.

Ringgggggg.

I look down at my phone at the unknown number, it looked vaguely familiar. I accepted the call and lifted my phone to my ear. "Hello?"

"Angel!"

I signed softly. "Hey, Erik!" I tried to say back with the same enthusiasm.

"I was making sure you didn't forget our date, Angel."

Date? Date? DATE?

"Oh, no, Erik, I would never forget that." I answered as I tried to start my car again.

Nothing.

"Good." He breathed. "I'm at the park now. I wanted to get here early."

I glanced down at the watch on my wrist. 3:54.

"That's good." I said as I tried to remain calm. "I'll be there soon."

"I can't wait to see you, Angel."

"Same here, Erik." I mumbled before hanging up.

"This is not good. Not good at all." I said as I took the keys out of the ignition and climbed out of the car.

"What am I goi-" I stopped talking when I heard a soft neigh.

Phantom.

I looked to my left out where he was standing behind the fence, staring at me. It was like he knew I needed him.

I quickly put my phone and keys in my pocket and took off running to his padlock. I threw open the gate and whistled him over.

"Alright, boy." I whispered as I climbed on, clinging to his mane. "You're my ride for today."

And with that we took off galloping to the park.

Imagine this. A girl riding a horse that's galloping down the street, hanging on for dear life, and chanting "I'm late. I'm late."

Yeah, I got a few stares.

Arriving at the park, we slowed to a stop and I climbed off. Patting Phantom's neck, I looked around for Erik.

I didn't see him anywhere.

My phone buzzed softly in my pocket and I pulled it out.

5 missed calls.

And they were all from Erik.

I quickly called him back. "Erik, I'm so sorry!" I said as soon as he answered. "I didn't mean to be late. I promise!"

"I thought you didn't want to see me anymore, Angel." Came a soft whisper from the other end, I could barely hear him.

"No, Erik. No." I said softly. "My car wouldn't start. I had to find another way to get here."

"Is that why there is a horse beside you?"

As soon as he said that, I looked around. Trying to find him.

I nodded my head. "Erik, where are you?" I asked into the phone as I continued to look around. "I don't see you anywhere."

I walked around a little with Phantom following closely behind.

"You're getting warmer." He said suddenly.

What? What is he- Oh! He's playing the hot and cold game.

I nodded and kept walking.

"Warmer."

"Warmer."

"Warmer."

Phantom and I were walking in the direction of a huge tree in the middle of the park. Maybe he's behind the tree?

"Warmer."

We made it to the tree and I walked completely around the trunk. Twice.

Erik was no where in sight.

"Erik?" I said as I walked around the tree for the third time. "Where are you?"

"Do you give up, Angel? Do I win?" He asked childishly.

I stopped walking and leaned back against the trunk. "Yes, Erik. You win."

I heard him laugh softly.

"Look up, Angel."

[ana-swritings]

Merry December 2022 - Day 17

Day 17 of Merry December

Prompt: We Are Family

Fandom: The Rookie

Pairing: Tim Bradford x OFC (Leilani)

Words: 849

T.W.: N/A

Summary: A family of my own.

Pacing around the apartment she shared with Tim, Leilani brushed a strand of hair out of her face for what felt like the hundredth time. “I swear to God, if you fall out again, I’m gonna shave you clean!”, she thought to herself, irritated at her own hair.

Letting a long sigh out, she sat down on the couch, her leg bouncing up and down as she waited for Tim to get home. He had texted her when he left the precinct and he should be arriving any minute now, making her anxiety skyrocket.

Leilani heard footsteps outside the door, the sound of a key turning the lock and the door open. Taking a deep breath, she tried steadying herself, not wanting Tim to see just how nervous she was. Brushing the same strand of hair away again, she got up to greet him.

As soon as he entered the room, Tim knew something was wrong. Leilani had greeted him, but where there usually was a long kiss, this time it was a quick peck to his lips before she moved to the kitchen while asking him if he wanted to order dinner.

Placing his duffel bag and his jacket on the arm of the couch, he followed her, not sure what was going on. He watched as she made herself busy around the kitchen, not making eye contact with him, trying so hard to avoid him.

Tim thought back on the day, hoping he could find an explanation for her behavior: they had had breakfast together; she kissed him goodbye; they texted each other throughout the morning; they met up for lunch, which she had to leave early for a doctor’s appointment; and then nothing until he just gotten home.

Whatever had happened at the doctor’s appointment was clearly the reason behind her acting weird. It was the only explanation he could come up with and the only one that made sense. But at the same time, it could be something that happened afterwards.

Tim cleared his throat and asked her if she was okay. A question so simple and yet that made Leilani fall apart in front of him. Rushing to her side, he pulled her close and led her to the couch, reassuring her that everything was okay and that whatever it was that was upsetting her, they would deal with it together.

Once Leilani calmed down, he saw her reaching for a piece of paper on one of the end tables, giving it to him. Tim took it and read it; his eyes widened in surprise at what it was. There in his hand, as clear as day, was a positive blood pregnancy test as well as an ultrasound.

Now he understood why she was a nervous wreck and why she started to cry. They had only been together for six months, and both had agreed that they didn’t want kids anytime soon, so finding out she was pregnant had to be a huge shock to her.

He thought back at when it could’ve happened and the only thing he could come up with was when she had been fighting an infection and was on antibiotics. They had been extra careful, but he remembers one particular night where they just threw caution out the window. And now they were facing the aftermath of that night.

Tim was feeling a mixture of emotions. If on one hand he was afraid of the prospect of becoming a father, due to his own issues with his father, on the other he was ecstatic that he was about to be a dad. He just wasn’t sure how to deal with the news.

Looking back to Leilani, he saw the fear in her eyes, and he knew then that it wasn’t his decision to make and that whatever she decided, he would abide by it. Kissing the side of her head, he told her he loved her and that whatever her decision was, he was okay with it, but if it helped, no matter what, he would still love her unconditionally.

The truth was that Tim had spent many nights thinking about what it would be like to have a family of his own, and that only intensified when he met Leilani. He wondered if he would be a good dad, but not once did he question if Leilani would be a good mother. He was sure she would if the way she treated the people she loved was any indication.

Leilani’s voice brought him back from his thoughts, when he heard her say that she wanted to have a family with him and that she hoped he wanted the same. Tim smiled and kissed her, whispering that he loved her before pulling her close.

The next few hours were spent talking about this new life that was starting and what it meant for their relationship. If there was one thing they both agreed was that, sure this wasn’t a perfect situation but, they both wanted to have a family together and that’s exactly what they were going to have.

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“Henderson”

Eddie Munson x reader

Eddie Munson x henderson!reader

word count: 1.8k

warning: descriptions of wounds, needles, swearing, mentions of bullying

a/n: im back im alive lmao. it took me two weeks to write this bc i was so busy, apologies apologies apologies

summary: Y/N saves Eddie’s life after the bat attack

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“Y/N? Y/N!” your walkie talkie erupted. Yawning, you tried to clear your mind from your tired state and rushed over to the table where walkie was sitting on.

“Copy. Dustin, is everything alright?”

“It’s Eddie- we need help. H-he’s in bad shape,” Dustin panted. You could hear Eddie’s resistance in the background along with lots of shuffling. ‘Of course it’s Munson’ you thought to yourself, sighing and rolling your eyes.

“How bad?” you asked, clearing your nursing books off the couch were you were studying to pass time. “Uh, I dunno. Bad!” Dustin yelled. “Where are you now?” you asked, going rummaging through your medical bag. “Just got him in Steve’s car.” “Describe the injuries,” you sighed, trying to choose what medicine would work best. “Bad!” Dustin yelled. “Dusty I need more than-” “Major blood loss, damage to his side of his body and throat. Bites and many open wounds, he’s not doing great Y/N,” Nancy says calmly, abruptly stealing Dustin’s walkie from him.

“Thanks Nance,” you sighed, now more anxious than ever. You were a nursing student. Not a professionally trained doctor. And this sounded bad.

You placed a blanket on the floor and prepared for the worst. The bag of medical supplies patiently waited to be used sitting next to you. The silence was almost deadly. You could feel the anxiety burning holes in your skin.

Eddie is complicated. You had never had the best relationship with him in the past. Eddie would pull your hair in grade school. He made fun of your first trainer bra when the strap was visible under your dress in 6th grade. Occasionally he would steal your pack of gum from your bag. He would taunt you in the high school classes you had together previously and call out your last name loudly in the hallway. It was irritating and almost embarrassing to have all this attention from him unprovoked. All childish behavior. It didn’t help when he became your little brother’s best friend. It only got worse.

And now you had to save his life.

Steve’s BMW screeched into your apartment parking lot. You rushed outside and looked over the balcony facing the dark parking lot. Robin and Nancy were struggling to keep his body upright as Steve held his legs. All four of them were covered in blood, you assumed it was Eddie’s. His body was limp and his white face shown in the street lamps. Your heart sank. This was real.

Dustin met you upstairs, guiding Steve in backwards with the body. Eddie was moaning in pain. The morbid sound gave you goosebumps. ‘Not the time to panic,’ you reminded yourself.

“Robin! Take the towels from my bathroom. I need one wet, one dry.” you ordered. “Steve, help.” you motioned as Eddie lay dying on your living room floor. You chucked your bag in Steve’s lap and rummaged through it. When you pulled out the needle, you heard a loud moan come from Eddie.

“This is gonna hurt like a bitch,” you warned him. “Trust me, I’ve felt worse.” he managed to scoff. Even in times of despair, Eddie Munson will crack a joke.

You filled the needle up with penicillin, about a fourth of the bottle. With a deep breathe, you shoved the needle into his thigh and ejected the medicine into it.

“Scissors,” you ordered, snapping your fingers at Steve. He rummaged through your bag and handed them to you.

You began to cut his shirt, his iconic hellfire shirt. Or what was left of it. “H-hey! At least b-buy me dinner first,” he choked. “Quit with the jokes i’m trying to save your life,”

Eddie layed back his head and just prayed the last thing he heard in this world was your sweet sarcastic voice.

You yanked a hand pumped oxygen mask and placed it securely on Eddie’s nose. “Pump,” you ordered Dustin.

The bites were deep. Some would definitely need stitches. But what you had to focus on then was getting whatever foreign possible upside down bat diseases out of his wounds before they could spread any faster.

Eddie swore at you as you placed the first towel down. Steve held back his hands as he reached to rip the cold towels off his sides.

“Jesus fucking christ L/N! Could you be any more rough?” he yelled, squirming under the mask that Dustin helplessly tried to keep on his face.

“Penicillin, 22 more milligrams,” you said, pushing the bottle towards Nancy.

“Don’t you dare stick another-” Eddie tried to protest. Nancy stuck the needle in him just in time for him to holler in pain. “Attacked by bats and your biggest worry is a needle?” Robin scoffed. “How the hell did you handle those tattoos then?”

Ignoring your snarky comment, Eddie whined in pain as you began to bandage him up. “He’s lost a lot of blood, don’t you think he needs to go to a hospital?” you asked. “Eddie? Checked into a hospital? Sure, if you want him handcuffed to the bed,” Steve scoffed.

Everyone now sat around shirtless drugged up Eddie. Still on the floor, he was almost in a sleep state.

You agreed to have the first watch of the night. Everyone else was exhausted and rightfully so.

Rain was lightly pattering on the window. You sat at your kitchen table with your lamp dutifully studying. Police sirens would occasionally rush past your house. The clock read 2:39 am.

Even if it was the end of the world, you were going to get an A on your finals.

“Always studying. Classic Y/N.” you hear Eddie mutter from your couch. Steve had helped you pull out the bed inside of it. Eddie now layed pathetically on it. You broke your trance in your work to see the bruised boy propped up on the arm of your couch. You gave him a tight lipped smile and continued on your work.

“What are you even working on anyways?” he asked. “Anaphylaxis,”

“Like allergic reactions and shit?” he asked. “Mhm,”

“Try to get some sleep.” you said sweetly, trying to silence him so you could continue on your work. “How could I get sleep when I’ve got the most beautiful woman working in front of me?” he chuckled. The laugh lead into a coughing fit.

As Eddie began to cough, you dropped your pen and ran to his side. You grabbed the towel from next to him and held it to his mouth to catch the blood and saliva. Your hand ran to his back and circled around to try to calm him. “Please Eddie, you need sleep.”

He shook his head as his coughing died down. As he sipped his water, you assessed his wounds. The medicine had worked. He still looked like shit, but now he had a definite chance at survival.

“Your going to be a great nurse one day,” Eddie said, resting his hands behind his head. He noticed your hidden smile as you changed his bandages. “Thank you,” you quietly said, leaving his side and returning to your kitchen table.

You couldn’t focus on the words on the page. Eddie’s eyes burned into your being. Your heart began to race and the cold sweat began to increase on your brow.

“Eddie, please. I can feel you watching me,” you sighed. “I’m sorry. I can’t sleep.” he protested. “Would you like something then? Milk, the tv on?” you asked. Eddie could feel the annoyance rising in your voice.

“Something like that, yeah.”

You looked at him, waiting for him to finish the question.

“C’mere.”

Eddie scrunched his finger and motioned for you to come closer.

Sitting on your knees, you sat next to the side of the bed. “What is it Eddie,” you asked, annoyed with his antics.

“You.” he said.

You looked at him confused. “Sorry?”

“You asked me what I needed,” Eddie said, reiterating the question.

The dark lighting hid the yellow bruises on his face. His brown glossy eyes begged for you. “Eddie I-”

“Please,” he whined. You could feel yourself going weak. You took a deep sigh. “How can I help?” you asked, rolling your eyes. “Lay with me,” he smiled. You let out a tiny laugh. “Your funny,” you smiled, placing a hand on the bed to prop you upright. Just as you were about to leave, you felt a cold hand pull on yours.

Eddie’s face was stern and serious. He even looked a little hurt. This is when you realized he was serious. “Just for 5 minutes?” he begged. He reminded you of when Dustin was a kid and used to beg you to sleep in the same bed when it was storming outside.

“Why should I?” you asked, crossing your arms. “All you ever did to me was make me feel like shit. All the teasing throughout school, your lucky i’m letting you sleep on my couch.”

“Teasing?” Eddie asked, raising an eyebrow. “Give me an example.”

“When you made fun of my colorful pen in chem.”

“That’s all?”

“And when you made fun of my shoes in elementary school, when you stuck gum in my hair, when you would scream my last name through the hallways, when you would-”

“Your really oblivious, huh?” his deep voice cut you off. You cocked your head and blinked a few times. “Oblivious? To what?”

“That I liked you.”

Your eyes grew wide. The only word that you could form was “Huh?”

“Wasn’t I being obvious?” he asked in confusion. “Not at all. I thought you hated me,”

“Hated you? Y/N, I’ve liked you since like, the fourth grade.”

“Oh my god Eddie, that was like 10 years ago!” “My point!” He somewhat yelled back, making him cough again.

You dropped to his side and held his hand as he coughed up more blood. Taking the bloody tissue, you forced him to drink some water.

“I’m flattered.” you smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed watching him drink his water.

Eddie noticed you yawn. He gently grabbed your hand. “We both need some sleep. Please,” he asked once again, making a small effort to move over in the tiny pull out bed.

Sighing, you gave in.

“If Dustin catches us, your dead.” you said, moving slowly into bed. “Close enough,” Eddie joked, looking down at all his bandages. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and flung the blanket over your body.

“Good night Eddie,” you sighed. The musk of dirt and grime filled your nose. “I’m gonna make Dustin give you a sponge bath tomorrow,” you partially joked. “Over my dead body,”

“Not funny, Ed.” you reminded him.

In the deep sleep you were in, you felt safe in Eddie’s arms. It was a surprisingly comfortable feeling sleeping with him. His soft snores and the rain whisked you into the dream world, far away from your actual worries.

That was cut short by a loud click and a bright flashing light followed by giggles. You opened your eyes to find Steve standing above you and Eddie with a polaroid. Dustin was right on his heels, laughing like a child.

“You asshole!” You yelled, springing out of bed and chasing Steve around your apartment. “Your dead!”

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"Could be. I see your point." Unbeknownst to Tristan, the decision made here on out would change the course of his life. Tristan loosened up a little bit. The tension in his shoulders settled, the headache began to go away. Tristan needed to keep himself calm. He could not afford another panic attack or loss of his temper. The last time that happened, he was on leave from the FBI and deep in whiskey bottles.

The senior FBI agent cleared his throat, grabbing the attention of Tristan. "With all due respect Doctor, it's not his decision wither or not you consult." Jack was blunt about it, as he usually was. Tristan nodded. "Doctor Lecter can consult, I won't get in his way." Tristan crossed his arms over his chest. The agent gave the doctor a smile, unable to say anything more on the matter of his behavior. Lecter no doubt thought Tristan to be an asshole. Though, Tristan could not picture the doctor using that exact word.

"It could be a very sophisticated copy cat or the real Ripper. I'm gonna need to look over the files and everything with the medical examiner." Jack nodded. "You two can follow me. We can meet Graham on the way." Jack took the first step out of the room, followed by Tristan.

He can see it now, the thick shroud of regret that hangs so hauntingly heavy on Tristian’s shoulders and sitting as a solid foundation beneath it; his fear – fear of trust.

“In my opinion there are similarities between the killings, but not enough for me to estimate with any certainty that the same individual is responsible. The bruising on the bodies presents three entirely different temperaments, though it is not beyond the realms of possibility to suppose it might be one. I have treated a number of individuals with dissociative identity disorder over the years.”

Leaning back in his seat, Hannibal locks eyes with Jack, ensuring there is agreement in his eyes.

“I am happy to consult on this case Jack, but only if Tristian agrees.” Hannibal offers, the assertion designed to allow Tristian to feel in control.

Whether Tristian agrees or not, he is likely to see Hannibal again with the next few days, either in the guise of friend, or foe.

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Magic Man

Matt Murdock x f!reader

Summary: Your boyfriend Matt makes it his mission to make you feel better on your deserved day off.

Word Count: 3.8k

Tags/Warnings: Domestic Fluff, SMUT, Dom Matt, Established Relationship, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, Orgasm Delay, (MDNI)

A/N: Wanted to write something intimate yet smutty with Matt :) I hope this isn't too long for a standalone either

Read on AO3

Tension had made the nape of your neck its home, spreading right through to your shoulders. It had been that way for days now, having been greeted by it every morning.

Hadn’t been bothering just you though, as your boyfriend had been well aware of it, even before you could feel it. That was his specialty after all, anticipating behavior.

The flesh on your back was flush full of inflammation, and Matt would be damned if he didn’t do something about the ache. 

On this particular morning, the degree of heat that pooled overnight warped his senses. He knew what was at the top of the list of things to do today.

You awoke to the calloused fingertips that belonged to none other than Matt, tracing gently along your left arm. That gentle touch he possessed never failed to make you smile.

“Hey...morning.” He murmured slowly, as to let you revel in the fortune of waking up next to him another morning. You constantly affirmed to Matt how much you appreciated his presence, even if he already knew it. 

Stirring slowly but surely, you turn over to properly greet your loving partner with a quick peck.

“Hi...hmm” you groaned softly after shifting your weight to face Matt. The pain was already recognizable just moments after waking.

“Inflammation is still bothering you?” He knew the answer but he wanted to hear you admit the pain you were in after you assured him you didn’t want to see a doctor. Matt sure had the tenacity of coming out right all the time. 

You took a moment to think of his satisfaction. “...yeah I guess so” 

He smirked almost immediately, grateful for the pause you took to remember to be honest with him.

“Baby, you can still go see a professional, y’know.” he began, followed by a prompt eye roll from you. You still pondered if he could detect when someone's eyes rolled since he could make out a nod.

“Matt, I told you, it's probably just work stress” you groaned again, a hint of defense in your voice. He hated hearing you try to sound tough.

“Well, then just take the day off, baby, it's alright” Matt shifted closer, having laid a light forehead kiss. Small actions such as the previous were the way to make you melt under his calm spell. The best type of manipulation. You couldn’t refuse, so you agreed to call out. 

“Fine–” 

Turning back over to your side of the bed, you reached for your phone to let your boss know. Your determination to keep your sick days was now broken, all under the hand of Matt’s persuasion.

“Good girl.” Matt whispered. His utterance rang and dispersed in your ears as you put the phone up to make the call. It was often, more than you’d care to admit, how Matt would get you going this early. 

What made it more embarrassing is that he’d know whenever the mood came around.

Once you rang your boss, you stood up to begin your typical morning routine. Not before Matt could reach out to grasp your wrist, just as your feet met the rug below

“It’s your day off…it’s work stress…let me help you” He smirked softly, motioning you to come back to bed with him. Your heart skipped, wondering if he read your mind, since he could read everything else perfectly.

“Matt, it’s already 7:15, we don’t have time for–” you began, jumping to conclusions to try and corner Matt for once, but he always came out on top.

“Sit down, what did you think I was gonna do?” Matt punctually stated, eyebrow quirking and that smirk returning. 

Your cheeks went flush, reluctantly slumping back down onto the comforter. The air was deafening before you spoke again.

“--Oh, what do you have in mind?” The way your throat cleared in junction to the heat your skin radiated intensifying left Matt an amused man.

“Here” His hands were welded to your shoulders, shifting to sit up better behind you.

“Creating your own remedy, huh?” You sneered, pushing your hair out of your face as you stared down at your crossed legs.

“What, I can’t give my girlfriend a massage?” His breath lurked near your ear, 

You couldn’t refuse something as sensual as a massage from your (not that he’d like to admit it) codependent boyfriend. He’d take any type of opportunity to touch and make you feel secure at any time.

His thumbs began creating circles with force against your skin, fingers curling around your collar bones.

Groaning softly, you could only sit and fall victim to Matt’s delicate but deep maneuvers. Hell, he could’ve put you back to sleep right then and there. Your breathing had slowed, eyes closing as his thumbs focused on the base of your neck.

 While the rhythm of his fingers entranced you, he smiled to himself, recognizing the patterned breaths you demonstrated. Matt was sickeningly in love, giving kudos to himself at his ability to calm you effortlessly. His hands made their end at the tops of your shoulders, massaging for a few more beats before kissing where it hurt. 

Bringing you back to consciousness, Matt’s arms lay tightened around your chest, not before leaving tender pecks all over your shoulders and nape. A valiant sigh of satisfaction came after.

“Feel a little better?” He spoke, stroking over your wrist with his thumb after you secured his welcoming embrace with your own arms. 

Your heart fluttered, a bit embarrassed at how you pined sometimes desperately for moments like these.

“Of course” While your head crooned backward into his forehead, he giggled, savoring the way your blood ran and your stomach contorted. He loved the way you appreciated him and spoke with your body more than words could.

“Welp, I oughta hop in the shower” He broke the lingering cuddle, scooting over the duvet ready to stand. 

You could only sit and admire his body as it stretched, shirt rising up slightly revealing his body hair. The dimly lit room would suffice in aiding your sight to gaze at your devilishly attractive lover. 

He always knew when you’d stare, especially during moments like this. Matt could be a bit coy at times, but without a doubt he wasn’t oblivious to his effect on you. Most notably at this very second. 

Noting the extra heartbeat as he grabbed his towel, he brewed a rough draft on how the rest of this morning would go once he was finished bathing. 

~

As you stood over the sink, rinsing your hands of instant pancake batter, your brain stayed fixated on the way Matt worked you in bed. It evoked some sort of carnal response in you. The way he was so dedicated to your comfort and security made you yearn for more. 

“Matt…could you come here a second?” A familiar blush was already prickling up your face, hairs surrendering to goosebumps faster than the time he took to arrive at your side. 

He’d just finished his shower, which made you bothered on its own. You felt sinful the way you ogled him in just that gray towel with damp hair. The presence of his scent soon met yours, cold hands tracing your arms.

“Yes, what is it, dear?” His voice was more deep and introspective than before, the unmistakable baritone of a boyfriend well aware of his control.  

You feared he already picked up on the chagrin creeping all over your body, not to mention the budding rush of blood at your center. Fool was smirking, reveling in the way you paused as it gave him ample time to figure out what was about to transpire. You were indefinitely on the same page, he thought.

“I just want you…to touch me like that again.” The utterance of your words was apparently too low for him.

“What was that?” Matt began, keen as broad daylight. He knew you already felt the ache.

You took a sigh of impatience. “I need you again, it–made the pain go away a bit.”  

“Oh, my hands, you mean?” Matt smiled against your skin, having moved your hair over your right shoulder. 

He was getting on your nerves, it was the game he was best at. Making you feel crazy in a playful way.

“Yes, I loved the way you made me feel just then, it’s...relieving.” 

“Relieving? Elaborate.” He scoffed, placing his hands at your sides, slowly lacing his hands together around your belly 

You hated the way he’d grab you by the helm like this, pushing you around until you practically had to beg. Not to mention his super sense making it more enjoyable to him overall. He loved you when you transformed into a babbling mess.

“God, Matt, don’t make me look pathetic, I need you” You whined, breath hitching as he swung back and forth with you, arms tight.

“Pathetic is how I want you.” A wicked chuckle left his lips, beginning to smell the arousal through your undergarment. 

A soft groan escaped again, trying to think quickly on your feet in haste. Get the ball rolling so to speak.

“Well, here I am, Matty, take your shot.” You tried to fight back, attempting to taunt him the same.

The awareness of your scent through the fabric proved intoxicating, Matt nearly holding his breath while trailing his hands over your shoulders. Pet names were a favorite between you two, but that name evoked something personal. 

“You got it” 

Beginning the same method of massage like earlier, his thumbs were much rougher. As he was channeling the tension from your neck to shoulder blades, his lips couldn’t help but nip and kiss, beginning a more attentive descent.

His teeth gently met your ear, lips gliding over the very edge of your jaw. Your grip on the marbled counter only strengthened as you awaited the inevitable demise. 

God, that pounding you bore below was painful yet powerful all in one. Reverberation rendering pornographic to Matt’s senses. Speeding up his trail down your back,, he couldn’t wait to start his interrogation.

Matt's hands made their arrival below your shirt, fingertips feeling white hot against the heated skin. 

He couldn’t help the temptation of kissing further, a stream starting down your neck while he caressed your stomach and hips. The rise in degree or two proved irresistible. 

“Am I tortured enough, yet?” You whispered through the batting of lashes, a hint of amusement in tone.

“Consider yourself lucky since I know how much you’re aching, sweetheart.” He smirked, hearing your heart skip in relief. His right hand descended its tease along the hem of the panties you donned, left hand remaining under the shirt.

Finally crossing the border, you held your breath as his coarse tips met your mound.

 Matt’s thick fingers traced your entrance, notching an index and middle between your lips. Squirming on contact, he split you open just enough to unsheath your clit, beginning a taunting steady pace.

“So this is what you wanted, hm?” Matt hummed beside your ear, enjoying the way he could sense your blood going off to the races.

With his left hand gliding along your bosom, he began tutting sweet little nothings. Words that dared not escape through the other ear.

“You’re my girl, hm, and I make you feel good, yeah?” 

“…mhm…” You whimpered as the other hand now pawed harshly at your breast, occasionally paying attention to the reddened nipple.

“ Not loud enough, dear” Matt chuckled low, taking acute notice of the sounds your wetness was making as he swirled and circled you closer and closer.

The pressure in your lower half intensified and your knees buckled, every stroke drawing a noise out of you. You would do anything he told you if it meant you’d come faster.

“ugh—mhmmm” Suddenly groaning out into the cold air of the apartment, your hands gripped at the counter searching for some stability.

“That's my girl…” He bellowed another wicked chuckle, lips tracing and leaving kisses along your neck.

Despite the attention he was providing, this wasn’t what you were insinuating. Fingers were what you thought you were promised.

“Matthew…I want more” You beckoned through tiny gasps, egging him on and causing him to press himself against you, your whines of pleasure making him go off the rails.

He couldn’t help but give you what you wanted, especially when you uttered his full name. 

“Anything for my needy girl.” Matt breathed, the throbbing he felt beneath the cruel fabric of his towel becoming painful. Nothing turned him more feral than knowing his love was pleading for more attention. 

More care from him.

His hand swooped around your hip, your pelvis rutting into nothing at the absence of his caress. 

Matt drunk up the way you gasped once his fingers trailed your entrance. Even he himself groaned feeling how warm you were between his digits. Telling you how great you were doing as per usual.

“yeah, yeah, that’s it, sweetheart” He encouraged while you silently lost your mind at the way he seemed to know which spots to hit to make you crazy. Your head bowed down, eyes shutting as he curled and contorted to the tune of your climax approaching. 

The slight bobble of your hips told him everything, if the fire he sensed inside you wasn’t enough. Slapping at the marble wasn't sufficient to prepare for your orgasm, so you resorted to reaching a hand up to wantonly grasp at the hair on the back of his head. Meanwhile he continued his silent words of praise, his lips remaining glued to your neck and ear. 

“Is my good girl close? huh?” Matt taunted as his pace inside you stayed meaningful. The force of him finger-fucking you was wafting more of your scent, corroding his senses and keeping him locked onto his mission. But not for long. He had separate plans for you.

“yeah…coming—“ The bubble of fire in your abdomen threatened to spill over, until Matt halted to a stop, pulling out of your warmth with a grunt. It felt like an inconvenience to him the same way it felt for you.

A gentle cry erupted once you realized your predicament, remembering that you never quite got to have Matt that easily. He loved to make you a pathetic whining mess after all. Hard to get was his game.

“don’t do this, please, Matty” Some part of you thought repeating that name again would earn some of his sympathy but you couldn’t be more off. 

Even if he was behind you, his smirk was still able to be detected, giving you time to expose your desperation before he spoke.

“Clenching around nothing, are we?” Your cheeks burned degrees higher, feeling embarrassed that you were this vulnerable to him. Constantly fighting between hating or loving his powers, you were at the mercy of his sudden halt, your walls contracting around a ghost.

While your climax hung in the balance, Matt took it upon himself to reach a right hand around your neck, your pulse hammering against it like a woodpecker. 

His grip tightened around the flesh, listening closely as your heart fluttered, and the words soon fell from his lips.

“Tell me how much you need this” Matt slurred the S for a second as he kept you at bay, index circling your clit counterclockwise. 

Hips twitching, meeting his strokes 1 to 1, you had no choice but to plead with your maker.

“Yes, yes, Matty, I need this!—“ you cringed at the way your voice cracked, but he drank it up quickly, adoring every move you made. After all, Matt felt nothing but admiration for you, his senses tuned to detect your routines and intricacies perfectly. He couldn’t find you strange even if he tried to.

“Tell me you deserve this, baby” He cooed softly, loving the way your walls continued to clench in the absence of stimulation.

You wanted nothing more to jump off the cliff at this point, so you obliged to the validation he sought after.

“Yeah, yes, I deserve this, Matty” Beckoning through gritted teeth you spoke, ringing amicably in Matt’s ears at the nickname yet again. He got high often at the innocence it held.

“I need you to mean it, love.” Matt pursued, fingers toying meticulously with your right nipple in unison to his strokes below. 

A single whimper left your strangled, overstimulated being, wishing he would just tell you to come already. Goddamn Matt and his need for constant reassurance. He was a complex lover alright.

“You’re my angel, you deserve this” 

He wanted desperately for you to believe his words, and who were you to deny him that praise.

“I–deserve this...” Your eyes were fixated on the wood roofing, the only thing you could see besides stars from your waning climax. Matt grinned into the skin he so affectionately knew on your neck, breath giving you goosebumps yet again. He meandered a finger up and down your slit, coating it in your arousal generously.

“Good, now taste” Matt brought the now covered finger up to your mouth, him doing a little “ah” with his own to guide you. Opening wide around the girth, your eyes gave out, shutting tight as you welcomed it warmly under his instructions.

“Taste how good you are f’me” He maneuvered it in and out slightly, the motions causing himself to tense even more. Poor Matt only being able to imagine the fire of warmth your mouth provided if only it met his cock below. Alas there was not enough time.

“Are you good?” He asked promptly, only having to wait slight seconds for your arrogant yet arousing response. 

“Of course I am” Barely audible, intentionally whispering, teasing him for the fact that he and his senses were locked onto you. Matt was always fully present when taunting and sinking his flesh into his prey.

A final laugh left the man’s pursed lips before removing himself from you completely. 

“Very well, then” 

Soon you felt the warm caress of his hands as he lifted your shirt, Your back was bare and glowing to him, Matt admiring each and every hair that stood. All because of him.

You could only wait silently for what else your boyfriend had in mind, cause you sure felt helpless under his gaze.

Starting from the top of your spine, Matt peckered kisses, each one more meaningful than the last. His lips were raw and eager to feel the texture of your skin besides your neck. Ever sensitive, he adored making his way to the dip in your lower back, a slight giggle arising from you. Intimacy was worth the tickle.

Kneading at your thighs, he sighed against your backside. “Turn, get on the counter” he whispered, abiding almost immediately. Your heart beat like a well oiled machine, anticipating what he would do next during your flustered stupor. 

You could only watch as Matt knelt below you, decorating your belly with kisses that spoke for themselves.

His hands groped languidly at your ass, while his trail of affection stopped at the hem of your underwear.

“May I?” Matt only asked purely to hear your frustrations be squished into one single mewl. 

The response floated into the air merely for one second before he opened the pandora’s box, meeting your scent head on. Matt would wear your arousal as a cologne if he could, wanting a constant reminder of who is his. Rightfully his.

The man produced a groan once he heard the beloved fabric fall to your ankles, your breath trembling as his hands reached around to grasp your thighs again. Pulling them apart, working the flexibility of your pelvis, he could almost whimper at the gutteral sound of your lips prying themselves open.

A silent breath could only emerge and soon he delved into your folds gratefully. He would fantasize obsessively about these little moments of anticipation before giving you oral. The heart race, skin flushing, and wet squelches of your cunt as he waited for approval. Matthew would happily die drunk under the wicked spell while between your legs.

On the brunt of orgasm, it wouldn’t take long before he had you crying out loud unapologetically. Matt let you ride his face just the way he liked, pussy grinding relentlessly against a tongue that seemed to be sentient. 

The cacophony above him, or at least it sounded like one to you, was nothing but a blessed symphony to him. Completely consumed by every note and key it sang for him, he couldn’t resist freeing a hand to grip himself through the sandpaper that lay around his waist. He was delighted to feel the ache along with the pleasure. 

Now groaning into your clit, he attempted to get himself off while you rode the abyss of your climax. A final scream would suffice before falling completely, tightening the grip you held on his brown locks as your head fell back. The trench was warm and welcoming, twitching as Matt groped tight around your plush flesh.

Coming back to the surface, the cold marble beneath you was recognizable now as your body temperature calmed down, Matt definitely sensing the relief of tension in your abdomen.

However, his strokes to himself were fruitless, minding the time. Only a satisfied sigh came from him once he stood back up to greet you. He was pleased with the way he took care of your little problem.

“You did so well, sweetheart.” He coaxed you in more reassurance and deep kisses, holding you tenderly with gentle hands. With a job well done, Matt tried to pull away, only to be stopped by your plea to get him off back.

“Please, Matty just let me–” 

“Ah ah, remember what I said, it’s your day off, the pleasures all yours” He cut you off right before you could make any work of the strained towel around his hips. 

Strutting away with a proud stride, you could only watch mouth slacked as Matt carried on with his morning routine. “I’ve gotta get dressed anyway” 

You stammered after giving a long gaze “ B-but what about breakfast?”  

“I’m sure I’ll find something at the office! No time!” He shouted from the closet. 

Slumping over the now dirtied counter, you recollected events past while staring aimlessly at the bowl of pancake batter you prepared. You soon giggled as you realized how the knot in your upper back has now subsided, Matt’s remedy for greatness proving effective after all.

 Bastard didn’t even have to ask if you felt better, you cursed him in your head for knowing the ins and outs of your body chemistry. Matt was too clever, more than he’d give himself credit for.

An “I love you” escaped into your personal space, expectedly being heard by Matt just as he was straightening his tie in the other room. He smirked silently to himself, proud of his ever strong care and adoration for you, much like a love drunk wizard. A magic man.

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