#get your grimey little hands away from her

[ellapurnellmybeloved]

well...

this just ruined my day

[sevsdollette]

quickie at work with trans sevika ;) no established relationship but they've definitely fucked before. coworkers with benefits, yk?

warnings for: smut, making out, clothed sex, breeding kink, creampie, brattaming?

not proofread. MDNI and men go away

silco had been making you run around all morning. there was a shimmer shipment coming in, runners needed to be sent out to sell, and there was a rumor that enforcers would be making rounds later. it was going to be a long day, and you probably weren't going to go home until late at night.

for the first time in hours, you had a moment to catch your breath. you were up in the warehouse office, stacking papers and putting down your pen. your job as silco's bookkeeper was to tame for your taste, but it kept you out of the dangerous chaos. you were smart enough to keep away from the grunt work of silco's trade.

you got to play out your little office fantasy. a big corporate woman up in piltover, bossing around interns and earning big paychecks. the reality of it was your cash was dirty, and your product was laced.

a heavy sigh fell from your chest as you leaned back in your chair and looked out the window. as you stared at the grimey street below, a knock came from the other side of the door.

sevika opened it without a word or further warning. you looked up at her and wrinkled your nose. she was just as pissed about the busy day as you were. your muscled coworker was always meaner when she was stressed. it made long days like this even longer.

you sat up in your seat. "can I help you?"

she was a sight for sore eyes no matter how difficult she was. you liked each other enough to have some hot sex on off days. you never saw yourself settling down with someone like her, and you assumed she never wanted to settle at all. nothing was official, of course. work would get more complicated than it already was.

but she was here for something.

the look in her eyes told you to go over to her, but you wanted to hear her say it. you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your desk and propping your head up. you knew that doing this let her see down the low collar of your shirt.

she approached your desk and leaned down. her calloused hand reached out and took your chin to tilt it up. her large frame loomed over your desk, face close.

she kissed you slowly, reeling you in. her rough lips consumed you all at once. and she was nearly pulling away today draw you up out of your seat.

you grabbed her face, hungry for all of her. she deepened the kiss and, soon, you were crawling over your desk to stand with her. you could have walked around, but that would mean you’d have to stop kissing her. and that just wasn’t an option.

she gripped your hips, holding you firm against her as she pressed you into the desk. she slid her hands down your thighs and up, fingers reaching under your skirt.

she massaged your ass and let you grind on her, her kisses dipping down your jaw to the crook of your neck. you moaned and hooked your arm around her neck, your other hand sliding under the hem of her shirt.

you were practically dying to have her already. with every movement of her hands or hips, you could feel your cunt ache. each heavy sigh that fell from her lips made you wet.

but she was leaning back. her lips dragged up your neck to peck your cheek before she stopped. she focused her tense gray eyes on your face as she stared to let go of you.

"sev..." you sighed, pulling her back. "sev--"

she chuckled at your neediness. "no, baby, i have to go now. they need me at the docks."

"just stay here,” you pleaded. you put your hands on her hips, trying to keep her close to you. “i'm dying with all this shit to do. i need a distraction."

"i've distracted you enough..."

her words and gaze fizzled away as your hand slid down to the front of her pants. you rubbed lightly over her clothed bludge and smirked against her lips. "you're such a brat, you know that?" she growled.

you hummed and smiled, your hot breath making her shiver as you pressed your core into hers. you laughed under your breath as you felt her getting hard though her pants. "what are you gonna do about it?"

she moaned in your ear, face hidden in your neck as you kissed her jaw as nipped at her earlobe. you rubbed your thumb over the jutting tip of her dick trough the fabric of her clothes. you nearly had her knees giving out as you felt the precum stain the front of her pants. but that was a problem for later.

you whispered in her ear. “come on, sev,” you drew out your words, your hand guiding hers back under your skirt to the band of your panties. “it would be so easy to just…”

you helped her grab the edge of your underwear and pull. she got the idea, dragging them down your legs and watching in awe as she got them off of you. the impression of her cock through her pants was practically pulsing with need. she saw the wet cloth of your panties and lost all common sense.

she lifted you up, setting you down on the desk and pushing your skirt up to your hips. she dropped to her knees and drove between your legs.

you cried out, your head tipping back as her tongue dragged between your folds. she needed to get you ready for her dick, her mouth working wonders to get you worked up.

she sucked your clit between her lips and you nearly screamed. you gripped her hair tightly, working your hips against her face. she was ravenous, licking through your folds and to your bud, spitting on your cunt to make sure you were worked up enough.

the sounds she made were filthy. she had no shame, no decency in how she desired you. two minutes ago, she was professional and working. now you were at her mercy.

as her mouth worked on your clit, her fingers slid between your legs to tease the edge of your hole. your tensing thighs and mutters of encouragement led her to dip two fingers inside your dripping hole.

she needed to open you up for her dick. she worked her fingers in, curling them inside of you to hit your g-spot just enough to rile you up. you didn't want her to stop, your hips rolling to match the motion of her fingers as you rubbed your clit against her nose.

but your whimpers and moaning were doing too much to her. just before you could finish, she stood back up, panicked hands grabbing at her belt. she kissed you quickly, letting you taste yourself and her spit, before moaning, “help me, baby—fuck, i want to cum inside you.”

you burned without her. your hands joined hers in undoing her belt and unzipping her pants. she pulled them and her boxers down enough for her erection to spring out. it was intimidating, and she left you no time to think of the stretch it was about to cause.

she grabbed your hips, pulling you to the edge of the desk before lining herself up with your hole. you felt the tip press against your cunt before she thrust in all at once.

you moaned and struggled, your nails digging into her back as she held herself inside of your. your cunt pulsed around her cock, whining from the sheer size of her. you needed to feel every ridge and vein rubbing inside of you, but she wouldn’t move. she held your thoughts, keeping you in place as you whined

“sev,” you sighed, breathless, “sevika, please.”

she huffed in your ear, her hot breath making you shiver. “you act like a brat and i’m gonna punish you like one. you’ll stay here until i say so.”

your head fell in defeat into her shoulder, a faint cry in your throat as all you could do was listen. you were at her mercy, listening to everything she wanted. you just needed her to fuck you.

but it seemed like she couldn’t listen to her own rules. at the sound of your distain and begging, she couldn’t contain herself. she held you close and dragged her hips back slowly. you breathed heavily and focused on every sensation in your core. how she rubbed every inch inside of you, sliding out.

she pulled out just so that her too was still inside. this was almost worse: the waiting. how you weren’t really empty, but it was hardly enough. you made some noise in your throat and encouraged her on, trying to beg but not having the words.

she thrust back in and moaned loudly in your ear. your eyes rolled back as she started to fuck you.

“hmph—!” you moaned, one arm wrapped around her and the other propped up behind you. the two of you positioned yourself in a smooth, easy position that let her decide on a slow, firm pace. you rolled your hips with every thrust, head tipping back so she could kiss the column of your throat.

she humped her dick into you, ravishing in the feeling of your cunt wrapping around her so perfectly. she was lost in the feeling of you, mind dizzy as she got pussy drunk off your cunt. she could still taste you on her lips.

her teeth grazed your neck and stuck to leave a kiss. she bit and sucked your skin, wrapping your legs around her hips and cradling your body against hers.

you tried but failed to keep your strength. you just needed to lie back and let her have her way with you. your arms holding you up gave out and you fell back into your desk, hands landing on hers around your hips as your head tipped back over the edge. you were upside down, the words spinning as she dizzied you and made you senseless. you felt so full, head fuzzy as all you could think about was her dick inside of you.

this new position made everything more intense. she was able to fuck deeper into you, her dick reaching that perfect spot inside of you. you were stretched so deep you could feel her in your lower stomach, splitting you in two. with every thrust, she worked herself closer to her peak. and she wanted you there with her.

she pressed the pad of her thumb over your clit and began to rub in slow, circular motions. the pressure and rotation had you keening and dipping your head back upside down. your thighs tensed and clenched around her torso as everything blurred.

tears grew in your eyes as you muttered stray pleas for her to let you finish. she began to fuck you harder and faster, so much so that your desk was scraping against the floor and your breasts shook with every motion. you were unreachable, everything spinning with hot, white pleasure until you felt her reach the perfect spot on your clit.

with one more solid slam of her hips, you cried out, nails raking down her forearms as you came. you moaned pathetic curses and whines that were lost to the air around you as you felt her finish as well.

she groaned and fell forward, her hand holding her back from falling on top of you as she came inside of you, filling you up.

for a moment, a dose of panic filled you as you realized what she had done. she heavied above you, face dipping to kiss gently on your neck and whisper admirations in your ear. she stayed inside of you, holding your hips close so you didn't move a muscle. you wrapped your arms around her and let her be sweet to you.

she kissed you and tasted your tongue, teeth nipping at your lip just enough to rile you up for a moment. then she pulled back. she rubbed your thighs gently and pulled out, her cock slipping out easily as her cum stayed inside of you.

you felt it dripping out of your pulsing core. it drove you insane to know she left you used and waiting. she got off and was ready to go back to work while you still needed hours of her attention.

"you're gonna have my babies, okay, baby?" she shoved her fingers inside of you, plugging your hole and rubbing her cum around to make sure it stuck. "god, it's gonna kill me to see you walking around here carrying my kid."

your face grew red and hot. "sev..." you were sore and tired from how large she was, and her fingers weren't helping. everything she said made her cunt ache for more of her, but fatigue was catching up to you.

her hot, large figure kept you comfortable and you could've dozed off in her arms right there. you looked up at her with wide eyes. “i don’t want you to go.”

she gave you a pitiful look and pulled her fingers out, making you shudder. she wiped her fingers off on the inside of your thigh and then patted your ass. “i’ll be by to pick you up later, okay, princess? just keep me with you for the rest of the day and i’ll fuck more into you tonight.”

she brushed some hair out of your face and kissed you softly. you were ready to melt, to get on your knees and beg her to stay, but she was leaving.

“i’ll see you later, baby,” she promised, she stepped back to fix her pants, adjust her shirt and walk out. you sat up, pressing your knees together and feeling how her semen moved between your lips and inside of you. you could feel it still, and your hips were sore from taking the girth of her.

but you stood up on shaky legs, finding your panties on the floor and pulling them back on. you shoved your skirt down, adjusting it, and shuffled back around to sit back at your desk.

you had to wait hours until you'd see her again.

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oh my god what did i just do.

HI!!, i'm back. and of course, it's during October lol. i wrote this while procrastinating my midterm essay. don't tell my professor. but it kind of inspired me to write something else, so look forward to (maybe) some royal reader x knight sev. or something of the sort... with um more breeding kink because.. @-@ sorry not sorry.

tag list:

@archangeldyke-all, @cacston, @sevsarm, @sevsbaby @maneskinwh0re

[vivwritesfics]

Rock The Ship

Pirate Captain Norris has something very special in his possession. Until its stolen from him. He'd do anything to get it back, and I mean anything

Viv's AUgust Event

Warnings: smut, p in v, rough lando, public stuff, oral (male!receiving)

Captain Norris drained the tankard she placed in front if him. Oh, this was going to be so easy.

Rumoured swirled around the pirate captain. He had a girl at every port, more treasure than anybody could ever need. Stealing from him was going to be a peace of cake.

The barmaid placed another tankard of ale in front of him and he drained it in one go. She could see why the towns ladies of the night gathered around him. He was obviously attractive, and he could pay a pretty penny.

She placed another tankard down and he drained that one, too. All of his men were getting just as drunk as he was. They were no longer keeping an eye on him, instead groping at the eager women on their laps.

When she placed the final tankard of ale down, she stole the locket from his pocket, and disappeared out of the tavern.

She had it, she really had it! Shoving the locket into the pockets hidden between her skirts, she hurried through the empty streets, heading to the Inn.

But she didn't make it very far. A hand grabbed her, pushed her against the nearest wall. A gasp left her lips as her face was pressed into the cold stone of the nearest building. "Fuck," she groaned and tried to push away from the wall.

The hand held her in place. "You've got something that belongs to me," an unfamiliar voice said. His other hand touched her, felt over her skirts for the pocket.

She turned her head as much as she could and caught a glimpse of the man holding her against the wall. "Captain Norris," she smirked and pushed against him. "I think some of the ladies in the tavern will be more... appreciative of your company."

"Give me the locket."

"Make me."

He flipped her over, so that her back was pressed against the cold wall of the building. His eyes moved over her face, took in every feature. "You know, you're pretty," he said, hand coming up to squeeze her cheeks. "It's a shame you're so much trouble."

And then his hand moved down, fingers wrapping around her throat. He squeezed lightly, not enough to cut off her air. Just enough for her to enjoy it.

When he worked at unlacing her skirt, she realised his plan. She let him work, let her skirt fall to the floor, and then kicked it behind her. "Really, Captain Norris? That's your plan to get your locket back?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked a leg around his waist. "Shame you have no idea where it is," she whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek.

"I'll find it."

His mouth was against hers, pushing her back against the wall as his knee came between her legs. She shifted against it slightly, desperate for the friction his knee was providing. But she didn't moan, didn't make a noise as she stared into his eyes.

Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck as she pouted. "Are you going to take me back to your ship, Captain Norris? Or are you going to fuck me against this building?"

An involuntary groan left his lips. Lando tore off her shirt as his head fell forward, lips roaming over her neck. He kissed and sucked, leaving dark bruises that made her look like the town harlot.

But his hands were methodical as he felt over her bra, searching for any sign of the locket. "Where did you hide it?" He asked between kisses. "Do you even know what it is?"

Nodding, she pushed him away. With a little distance between them, her hands worked at unbuttoning his shirt, at opening his trousers and freeing his cock. Just keep him distracted, make him forget all about the locket.

She dropped to her knees, ignoring the burst of pain as she wrapped her lips around him and kissed his tip. It was such a pretty sight, a direct contrast to the grimey alley they were in.

"You know what's inside of my locket?" He asked, his voice shaking as she took all of him into her mouth. "Fuck," he released, his fingers pulling at his hair. "Shit, this is incredible."

Locket forgotten about, she thought as she sucked him off, worked her mouth around him. His hips moved slightly, but she held him still, pulling back to swirl her tongue around his tip. "Shit, I'm-"

She pulled her mouth away from him and wrapped her fingers around his base. Moving her hand up and down his length, she opened her mouth and worked him until he spilled onto her tongue.

Lando pulled her to her feet as she swallowed down all he had given her. "About that locket," he said and she rolled her eyes.

Her leg hooked back around her waist. "Just fuck me, Captain Norris," she said as her fingers danced cross his chest.

He mumbled something under his breath, something she didn't quite catch before he pushed into her.

His cock nestled between her spongy walls and he let out a breath, forehead against her shoulder. Fuck, he was big. She hadn't been prepared for the stretch that came with him. "Captain," she gasped and rolled her hips against him. "Fuck me, please."

He obeyed and pulled back. Her walls squeezed him, sucking him back in. He pistoned in and out of her, hips snapping as if they had a mind of their own.

She threw her head back, hitting the wall. "Shit," Lando grunted, reaching up to cradle the back of her head. If her head hurt, she was too lost in the feeling of his dick to notice.

"Holy fuck, I'm-"

It wasn't fair that he was this overstimulated. One hand left her head, came down to toy with her clit as he tried every trick in the book to stave off his own orgasm. But the way she was clenching around him, squeezing him as she got closer and closer, it was an impossible task.

When he came, he didn't stop. He kept moving, kept playing with her clit until she came around him. "Shit," he grunted as he pulled around. His hand moved from the back of her head, carefully left her to rest against the wall.

"Give me the locket," he said through gasps of breath as he readjusted his clothing.

She obeyed, fishing through her pocket for his locket. Holding her breath, she watched as he shoved it in his pocket and turned on his heel, leaving her there.

She was slow in getting dressed, silent as she fastened her skirt and did what she could with her torn shirt. She reached into her skirt pocket and pulled out the real locket, the one with the map to her father's treasure inside. The decoy one Captain Norris had was a perfect replica.

This was too easy.

[lovifie]

For my dear @lyralein (@support un-naughty my girl, you coward!!) and her mastermind of a mind, that came with the (correct) thought that Mr. Alex Keller would be a big shot at French porn. And et voilà! ✨The porn✨ (and when I say porn, I meant it. There is no plot.)

Monsieur Keller

Smut | 4320 words (Back to the masterlist)

Working for the CIA has granted Alex the opportunity to visit a multitude of countries, to meet unbelievable people and to push his limits on uncountable occasions.

In a couple too many times he has been at the verge of death, buildings collapsing, missiles flying a tad too close for his liking, friends turned enemies in the blink of an eye… But after all, that's what he signed up for.

Plus, sometimes, it also had some advantages.

Like meeting you.

And hearing your voice so sweetly call for him. “Monsieur, Keller!”

He whips his head around towards the sound of your voice like a dog well trained, turning to look at you standing on the porch of the little palace you lived in.

He drinks you in, standing barefoot on the first step of the short stair, pretty white summer dress accentuating every curve of your body and moving along the jiggle of your body as you effusively waved your hand at him.

He takes advantage of the distance, enough for you to not be able to tell the ungentlemanly places he rests his eyes at. The top of the dress, pulled to the center in a bow and pushing your boobs together calling him in like a siren's song.

He doesn't peel his eyes away from you, unable to do so; walking up to where you stand smiling like an angel upon him.

You shouldn't be calling him. The daughter of the owner of the wine yard shouldn't be talking to the lowest class of the employees. Alex's body is covered on a thin layer of sweat from working outside under the sun, hands grimey with dirt and clothes less than appropriate to be talking to you.

Still, when Alex slightly kicks the stairs to remove the loose dirt from his boots to not bring it inside, you are quick to jump at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him under the shade.

“You shouldn't be working at this time! It's too hot!” You reprimand him, the french accent obvious on your tone making him smile.

“Désolé, mademoiselle…” He attempts to excuse himself, cutting himself short when he sees the offended expression on your face at his french.

“Where did you say you are from again, monsieur Keller?” You ask, trying to switch the language to English again.

Alex looks at you, trying to remember what his last lie was so he can match it. “Quebec.”

You nod, raising your eyebrows at the doubt he is actually from Quebec but choosing to indulge him on his lie. You point to the washbowl on the table, a kind smile still on your face as you order him. “Wash your hands and face, I'll get us something to drink.”

And with that you disappear into the house, letting him the full view of your behind as you walk away. He turns again towards the bowl, using the fresh water to wash off the dirt from his face and hands, cleaning under his nails to make sure not a crumb of dirt has the chance to pollute you.

The door creaks when you open it again, a small tray on your hand that you quickly set on the table beside him. An unnecessary intricate jar full of iced lemon water with two just-as-intricate glasses beside it. But the first thing you grab is the small towel with your family initials embroidered in it.

He picks it up, patting his face and hands dry and checking he did a good job at cleaning himself before handing it back. You drop it on the table, slightly bending forward to pour the water on the glasses, and Alex's eyes are glued to the curve of your ass.

The heat of the summer hits you too, no matter how much of a local you are and he can tell by your clothing choices. The dress you are wearing is so dainty the beauty marks of your skin are visible through the fabric, as well as your lack of underwear.

It causes Alex to swallow a groan at his reaction over such a small detail when he feels his dick stir on his pants at the thought of pulling your dress up. His hand moves on its own, creeping closer and closer towards the flimsy material keeping the touch of your skin from him.

You turn around, filled glass in hand, jumping when you feel his hand rest on the curve of your hip but still, you look at him with the warmest smile on your face. You look down to where his hand is placed, looking at him with a raised eyebrow.

��So pretty…” He mumbles, grabbing the glass on your hand without moving his other hand.

“The dress?” You ask, warmth rising to your cheeks at his touch while you try not to break the contact with his blue eyes.

Alex furrowed his eyebrows for a second confused before softening his expression. “...yeah, pretty dress.”

He is the one to break eye contact, dragging his eyes over your body, down to the hem of your dress. He bends forwards, glass still on his hand as the other moves to rest right where the dress ends.

Teasingly, he walks his middle and pointer fingers up your thigh, flicking the skirt up with each step and exposing more bare skin of the leg, while you watch on with bated breath.

He looks at your face again, so he doesn't miss your expression when he finally lets the palm of his hand rest on the softness of your thigh; dangerously close to your core.

“Monsieur Ke- Monsieur Keller!” You call him, trying to sound scandalized when he starts to close his hand, the fat of your inner thigh being squeezed.

But no matter how appalled you try to look, leaning back against the table; Alex notices how you slightly pull your thighs together, pushing his hand towards the middle in the process.

He turns his wrist in one swift motion, with the palm of his hand resting on your cunt. Making you jump to wrap your hand around his wrist, keeping his hand between your thighs as you squeeze them together.

His index finger moves between your folds making you whine as you close your eyes, your hold on his wrist losing strength. It doesn't take long for him to feel wetness dribble over his digit. The feeling making you unclench your legs, allowing him more space between them.

The arousal slowly dripping from your core allows him to slide more easily his finger along your folds, making it easy for him to probe at your entrance, making you close your eyes as little moans and whimpers start to fall from your lips.

Such delicious sounds making him thirsty, but not for the glass of water on his hand. He tries to set it down on the table, but unable to peel his eyes from your pleasured expression he knocks it down making the water run over the surface of the table.

It snaps you out of it, finally pushing his hand away and you stand, turning around to pick up the glass. “I- I better clean it up.” You hurriedly say as you place the glass back on the tray as well as everything else on the table.

He tries to call your name when you turn, but his words die on the back of his throat when he sees the wet fabric of your dress stuck to your plush ass. And it is enough to have him walk behind you, following you inside the house and into the kitchen just a couple of steps behind you.

“You were right, I shouldn't have been working…” He says, making you turn once more with a surprised expression on your face. “I think I might be overheating, mademoiselle...”

You look up to him as he walks closer to you, unable to say anything, intoxicating on his proximity. And when his hands finally wrap themselves around your waist, pulling you against his hard chest and his lips crash against your, the only thing you can do is kiss him back.

He moves his hands up, cupping your face as he hums at the satisfaction of finally feeling your lips against his. Then takes one more step forwards, keeping you trapped between the countertop and his body.

You can feel his groin pressed against your abdomen, feeling it grow and harden with each swim of his hips against your body. The need to feel his skin under your touch making you pull his shirt out of his trouser so you can bury your hand under, your nails dragging over the firm muscle of his waist.

His lips pull apart from yours to kiss his way down your neck, sucking your taste in and letting his tongue roam flat against your skin, feeling your pulse rise up at his actions.

One of your hands moves to the back of his head, tangling your fingers with his hair as you push his face into your neck. “Alex…” You softly moan when his tongue presses on the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

He shushes you, smile appearing on his face. “Now, now, sunshine… Where did Monsieur Keller go?” He asks, pulling back, standing to his whole height as he lets his hands rest on the counter behind you, caging you in. “Let's not lose our manners, alright?”

You nod, mimicking his movements when he does; you mind already getting driven by your body and not your brain. You follow his gaze when he looks down and see his hands pulling your dress up again. He licks his lips at the sight of your thighs trembling with anticipation and he knows that if he pulled them apart they would be glossy with your arousal sliding down.

He chuckles when he sees you look so bashful, averting his eyes but still unable to look away from him, needing to see what his next move will be.

To your dissatisfaction, he lets the dress down; which makes you look at him with questioning doe eyes when he steps back. You are about to question the reason for his change of heart when you see him pull the chair from the kitchen table.

He turns it, sliding it until it's right in front of you. You look from the chair to his face, questioning his plan; and instead of answering your unspoken question he simply sits down, pushing it even more forward. He pulls your dress up again, stuffing the hem of the dress into your cleavage as if it was a napkin to keep it away from his meal.

He pushes down on your chest with the same movement making you lean back on the counter, propped up on your elbows and with a seamless movement, he slides his hands behind your knees and effortlessly moves then to rest over his shoulders.

The surprise of the movement combined with the way he presses his tongue flat against your folds takes every ounce of strength away from your body making you lay flat on your back.

He groans at the taste of your arousal on his tongue, his fingertips sinking into the fat of your thighs around his head when he dives in again. Sliding his tongue between your folds, catching at your clit with a flick.

It makes your thigh tremble, threatening to close; which only encourages him further. Repeating the motion, feeling them flex on each side of his head; his hearing getting muffled with each stripe he licks.

But no matter how tightly you suffocate his skull between them, he can still hear loud and clear the moans and whines dripping from your lips.

He finally opens his eyes, not even aware that he had closed them as soon as he got a taste, letting the rest of his senses enjoy your body. But once he opens his eyes, he can't close them back.

From between your legs, the first thing he sees is your abdomen flexing at the feeling of his mouth lapping at your clit, your back arching at the attack of his tongue. The dress that he so carelessly stuffed on itself, sliding out of your cleavage with your movements. He wishes he could undo the bow keeping your boobs from his prying eyes, but not yet, not when he can prolong it and savor every minute for longer.

The only thing he doesn't love it's that he can't see your face, your head falling back; only letting him see your chin. He wishes he could see your face, see the product of his work in the shape of a pleasured expression just the way he's listening. But he'll see it later, when he's buried deep into you.

For now, he buries his tongue as deep as he cans into your cunt, feeling your inner walls clamp down on it when his nose rubs against your clit deliciously as he shakes his head. It makes you spread your legs, urging him deeper with a hand on his head. You manage to prop yourself on your free elbow, looking down at him. With your fingers tangled on his brunette hair and his fingers digging into the meat of your thigh to keep you close.

His pupils are blown, two black voids looking at you when you finally manage to make eye contact with him for a fraction of a second; before it is the last drop throwing you over the edge.

Your legs closing against his head again, unable to muffle the moan of his name as you come down from your high. His head is pressed so tightly against your cunt he can't even breath, but he would so gladly die there.

The moment your legs free his head he pulls back just enough to breathe, inhaling your smell in the way. He kisses the inner side of your tight leaving a wet spot and then stands again, standing between your legs licking his lips like an animal after eating.

The sight of your body, sprawled and fucked under him, get his dick impossibly harder. Then you raise your hand, using your thumb to collect the juices left on his mustache and before you can pull your hand back to lick it yourself, he grabs your wrist keeping it close and sucks your finger into his mouth. His scorching hot tongue cleaning the juices from your hand without breaking eye contact, it makes you whimper softly; cupping his face with your thumb still inside his mouth and you pull him closer.

“Monsieur Keller…” You whine, calling him like a moth to a light. “Please…”

“I know, love, I know.” He says once he pulls your finger out and he kisses you softly, tasting yourself on his tongue. His hands find their way around your waist pulling you closer and you circle his hips with his legs.

He picks you up, just for a second before sitting back down on the chair with you on his lap. Your hands rest on his shoulders, being you the one to kiss him this time. He can feel you grind your hips against him, the softest whine falling from your lips at the feel of the rough material of his jeans against your sensible cunt.

He moves his hand down, undoing his belt so he can pull his length free. You wish you could see it, but the dress serves as a tent when it slaps against his abdomen. The little wet spot of his seed turning translucent the fabric so you can see the red tip underneath, angry with the lack of attention.

You raise your hips, letting him slap his length against your folds; your arousal getting it slicked and desperate for the feeling of your warm walls engulfing him like a vice.

But he's not the only one desperate for it, and the moment his tip catches on your entrance you pull down in a swift motion taking all of him in, moaning into each other's mouths at the feeling. His hands rests on your hips, keeping you in place.

“Stay there for me, sweetheart.” He moans, head falling back over the backrest of the chair. “Just keep it in for me, fuck…”

His hips move in the smallest thrust, the movement would pass unnoticed if it wasn't for how deep it reaches inside of you. He finally pulls his head back up, coming face to face with your chest. And no matter how pretty the dress is or how good it looks on you, it's the only thing keeping him from seeing you and it's time it goes away.

His hands grab each side of the bow, easily getting it undone and groaning when your boobs finally spill over. He hugs your middle, burying his face between your breasts taking your aroma in before he starts to lap at them.

Licking, sucking and biting every centimeter, his hips immobile making you whine pathetically at the delicious torture of both his attention and the lack of it.

You whine his name again, needing more than just his mouth on your chest. “I know, I know, sweetheart. Just let me taste you some more…” He tries to say, words dying down on his throat when you begin to move your hips.

“T-tu… tu es… trés…” He tries to say again, so enamored with the feel of your tight cunt around his cock it makes him switch languages.

He doesn't get to finish his attempt before you push your hand over his mouth, pushing his head back. “Enough with the shitty French, Monsieur Keller…” You moan, the feeling of his length hitting every sweet spot inside of you getting ruined by his continuous butchering of your language.

He apologised against your hand, doing it again when you beg him to fuck you, your thighs getting tired of the cramped position. He pulls your dress up, pulling it off your body, finally having you completely exposed to him. His hands roam your body, getting distracted from his original plan.

Only remembering when you whine his name again, picking you up to lay you down on the kitchen table like the most precious and delicate piece of art. You prop yourself up on your elbows, looking at him with lust and hunger in your eyes.

He spreads your legs, laying his dick flat against your folds, sliding it in between making the two of you moan softly. It finally gives you the chance to catch a glimpse of his length.

The droplet of precum slowly falls over your mount of venus when he glides forwards, allowing you to see the glistering layer of your arousal mixing with his.

He moves you to lay on your side, moving your leg up, your knee almost touching your shoulder when you prop yourself up on your elbow. And at the same time he buries himself to the hilt, the double stretch making your mouth fall open as you look at him, a deaf moan waiting to be spilled.

“Big stretch, sweetheart “ He grunts as he sets himself inside of you, bending down to kiss your open mouth. He might have already been inside of you when you were both sitting down, but the new position has you feeling it all again as if he didn't.

The moan finally comes to life when his hand meets his shaft, collecting the fluids flooding for your cunt to wet his thumb and rubbing soft circles around your clit. You moan his name, your hand grabbing his shirt to ground yourself.

“Fucking hell, sunshine… Taking me so fucking good…” He moans, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. “Fuck… This cunt was fucking made to take me, love. Fucking perfect, you are. My fucking perfect sunshine.”

His thrusts start to pick up the pace, the sound of skin slapping on skin getting louder and louder; only overshadowed by the song of moans falling from one mouth to the other.

He is still almost completely dressed, his pants still over the curve of his ass. So slowly sliding down with each snap of his hips, the belt clinking with each movement. It works as proof of his desperation to be inside, no matter how uncomfortable the clothes are, it is not worth it wasting time on taking it off.

Not when your cunt is sucking him in so deliciously, each rub at your hooded clit making you clench around him; urging him impossibly deeper. His shaft dragging along your wall, caressing each and every sweet spot inside of you.

It has you closing your eyes with your eyebrows furrowed, an expression that would make him think you were in pain if it wasn't by the loud moans of his name leaving your lips like a mantra.

“Open your eyes, please, sweetheart… Look at me, love.” He moans, moving his free hand to cup your face so you will look at him. Resting his forehead against yours, your breath hitting his chin. “I wanna see your pretty face when you cum, sweetheart, please.”

You finally open your eyes, looking right into his when he slightly moves back and it is like an arrow went through his heart. He notices how your free hand grabs the arm on your face, not wanting to let escape any kind of contact and his heart melts when he notices you lay your face on his hand, kissing his palm.

Such a small gesture that has his blood rushing to his head making the tip of his ears blush, as if he wasn't balls deep into you. But he feels his ball tighten with the want for release, and he can't miss the opportunity to feel you come undone around his dick.

So using every ounce of self restraint he pulls the hand from your face away, moving it back to where you are connected, rubbing his thumb over your clit making you mewl.

He can feel you get tighter and tighter as your orgasm approaches, making it harder for him to move freely at the immensely pleasurable feeling.

It's only when he finally feels you unclench, your head falling back in a silent cry and your legs shaking slightly; that he feels you cum, your arousal spurting out of your drenched cunt with each thrust of his hips.

He groans, having missed your fuck out expression when you let your head fall and deprived him of the desired sight. So he moves his hand from your clit, moving it to the back of your head to move it forward so you look right at him.

And you look so beautiful, if he died right there he would die happy, so he can't help himself when he bends forwards, kissing you sloppy and nasty with his horny brain.

The last thrusts of his hips hard and deep making you bounce and whine, moaning softly and long when you feel him spill deep inside of you. A shiver running down your spine at the warm sensation, your hand on his shirt falling down to help you support yourself.

And it's when you pull apart from the kiss, hair sticking to your forehead from the sweat, your chest rising at an unsteady pace and your cunt still pulsing around his length that he realizes how deep under his skin you have buried yourself.

He can't keep living like this, not able to sleep in the same bed as you every night, waiting for another opportunity like this, hoping everyday will be the day. He needs to see your smile everyday, to have your number, for you to have his surname, everything. Absolute smitten with you, enamored even. Falling so deep in love after such a short period of time, his heart aching at the thought of pulling away, how could he not love you when you are so obviously his soulmat-

“D'accord! That was a good one, let's wrap everything up, tout le monde!” The director shouts, bringing the situation down on Alex.

He suddenly realizes everyone around the two of you, the cameras, the crew, the assistants, the director.

The whole vineyard owner's daughter plot of the porn movie was a bit odd from the beginning, but when he laid his eyes on him he didn't give a damn about the plot.

Being a CIA agent had made Alex live in strange situations, but starring on a porn movie in a foreign country had to be the top one.

He barely remembers how this was related with the mission, something about some suspicious money being moved along with the crew. But in all honesty, he would also move all his money after you.

Especially when you clench for a last time around his girth, the aftershock of you orgasm that makes him groan as he finally pulls out. “Sorry” The two of you mumble, chuckling at the echo and blushing like you didn't just fuck eachother brains off.

He helps you stand back on your feet, his hands resting on your waist and unable to peel his eyes away from your face.

“Are you alright, Alex?” You ask, rubbing his biceps in a consoling way.

And you look at him so softly, almost unaffected by the whole ordeal, that it sends Alex into a spiral. Were those noises you were making real? Was the way you were clinging onto his shoulder true? Would you moan his name just like you moaned his surname?

He needed to know the answer to those questions, and there was only one way to find out.

“Y-Yeah, don't worry about it, love.” He says making you smile wider. “But I was wondering… do you know any good restaurants in the area? Maybe one you wouldn't mind having dinner at with me?”

[funniestpersonalivefr]

can i please request something for damnation ada where she’s seducing the reader who’s her partner when they’re both locked up from the president and eventually fuck in the cell or something idk i’m so desperate for her she’s so fine

my requesting skills need help but 💋

what are you in for?

i got you dw 🙏. this is smut; mdni. also not proofread. sorry if dialogue is cheesy or bad, it's my biggest enemy. afab anatomy and use of petnames (baby). also banger first request for me, i love ada 🫶. hope you enjoy!!!

you found yourself in a dark cell. sitting on the bed by yourself, you hoped ada was having better luck with her half of the mission. however that little bit of hope was extinguished by the sound of the cell door opening and your partner being pushed in. she stumbles in, catching your gaze. she smirks, hitting you with a quick remark.

"so what are you in for, baby?" she says, her smug flirtatious attitude causes your face to flush.

you move to your feet, moving towards her.

"god ada, what happened?"

you both catch each other up on your parts of the mission and how you ended up in this dark grimey cell. you let out a sigh.

"what's the matter?" ada asks, watching your expression.

"we're stuck here, nothing to do until we think of a way to escape."

"if you're worried about being bored, i could certainly keep you busy,"

ada's tone is flirtatious as she leans in towards your face. she smirks as you get flustered, yet you don't lean away.

"seems to me that maybe, just maybe, you'd enjoy that. what do you say hmm?" she asks you, one hand sits on your thigh with her other cupping your face.

"c'mon now, use your words. tell me what you want."

"i want you," you whisper out to her. you can feel her breath on your lips before she slams her lips onto yours. she smells of cherry blossoms and you can taste the cherry lip balm on her lips.

she pushes you down against the bed as her hands explore your body. your hands are cupping her face, you whimper out slightly as she moves her knee between your legs, pressing into your cunt.

"well aren't you just a needy thing?" she says, humming in satisfaction at the involuntary buck of your hips as she gropes your tits. she moves her lips down, kissing your neck as she unbuttons your blouse. her lips suck on your skin leaving dark marks. you squirm under her, softly moaning out.

soon your blouse and bra are on the floor, ada has pulled back taking in the few of you desperate for her touch under her. her hands grab at your boobs, watching your face carefully as your nipples get caught between her fingers. she rolls the bud between them, pinching them as you whimper for her.

she leans back down letting her mouth clasp onto your nipple. you moan out as she makes work of giving you all of the attention you deserve. she smirks as she feels you grind into her knee. as she moves to the other tit, not wanting to neglect any part of you, her hands begin unbuttoning your pants.

she pulls back, tugging your pants off throwing them to the floor. she moves to the floor, turning you to have you sitting at the side of the bed. there she spreads your legs examining the very obvious wet spot on your panties.

"already so wet, just for me right?" she looks up at you. you nod, your hips lifting towards her. she smiles as she pushes your panties to the side. her fingers trace around your folds, teasing you to see just how desperate you are for.

you whimper out a 'please', you relax as she slowly slides in a finger. soon after she adds another however her pace is unbearably slow. you start to rock your hips against her fingers. her thumb moves to press down on your clit.

she moves her head by your ear allowing her to whisper to you.

"look at yourself, you're fucking yourself on my fingers," her words make you clench around her fingers. she bites the shell of your ear.

"god you'd look so good, fucking yourself stupid on my strap. you'd like that wouldn't you?" she says, you pathetically nod your head, unable to form words with how focused you are chasing your own orgasm.

she picks up the pace of her fingers, slipping in a third in you. the stretch causing tears to form in your eyes. you brain feels fuzzy as your orgasm approaches. you vision goes white as ada applies the perfect amount of pressure onto your clit as she curls her fingers. your legs tremble as your cunt clenches around her fingers, covering her hands in your juices.

she pulls them out, bringing them to her lips. she sucks them clean, humming at the delicious taste. she rubs your thighs as you come down from your orgasm. softly praising you.

"you did so well for me baby," she says. she places a soft kiss on your lips before helping you get cleaned up and dressed.

"when we get out of here, you better show me what your mouth can do," you mumble out, causing her to laugh.

"only if you do the same," she says.

[goosetheluce]

It's Been a While (Gwen Stacy x Fem!Reader)

requested by anon: "can I req one where it's like a little reunion after atsv? Like before she goes and sees her dad she goes and sees reader bc she's been missing for months and Gwen's probably worried at first but readers just too happy to see her again.maybe a little friends to lovers, thank youuuuu☺️☺️☺️"

info: decently angsty, physical affection (kissing, hugging, hand holding), crying, flashbacks, desperate!gwen, gwen 3rd person pov, cussing, use of y/n

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Gwen's entire body was crawling with nerves as she flung out her webs. She surged through her home city with poise and elegance. Her anxiety was shielded on the outside; Spider-Woman always had to be collected, breezy, perfect. Even now. Especially now, considering the news cameras and helicopters pointed at her. She could only imagine the headlines being displayed all across New York:

Vigilante "Spider-Woman" Makes An Appearance After Months

Masked Hero Re-Appears

Ghost-Spider Visits During Violent Era Beginning Without Her

She groaned in frustration, doing her best to outrun the nightcrawlers and news stations. Her father was probably getting his force ready to incarcerate her that very moment. A chill spread across her skin, and it wasn't the frigid rain.

She swung into an alleyway, ripping her mask off to catch her breath. Her time before Miles was put in real danger was ticking away, and this game of cat and mouse certainly wasn't helping. She sighed and sunk down the brick wall in exhaustion. Gwen needed to figure something out before she was cornered in the labyrinth that was New York City.

She listened to the cars screeching in the distance, listened to the bar fights, the laughter of a group of teenage girls past their curfews. It was by no means a city of sunshine, but she desperately missed her life.

Desperately missed you.

Gwen pulled her hood over her head as far as possible, ignoring the sting filling her eyes. She sighed shakily, breath condensing in the autumn thunder.

She needed to see you. Besides, it's not like she had much of a choice.

God, why did I have to make my suit bright fucking white? Maybe then these idiots would leave me alone.

Even now she heard the choppers pulsing in the sky. She wondered with a shudder how many were police force. Gotta get out of this suit.

She slipped her mask back on and set off. See, Gwen would never commit a crime with malicious intent. Hell, she was Spider-Woman, but she couldn't see any other way blend into the city without the chance of bumping into her dad at the apartment.

So she robbed a clothing store.

As gently as possible, but unfortunately that still meant damage. Gwen huffed. Had it really come down to this?

She pulled her arm back, flinching away from the window as she shattered it with a simple punch, even whispered "sorry" as if that changed anything. The shards clinked against the sleek-tiled floor of the Nike shop and she hopped inside with ease.

Don't have much time, she noted. The alert system wailed deafeningly as she shot webs at every security camera and stole the footage for that night. She raced through the store, grabbing a pair of black sweatpants and a navy blue winter compression shirt. She changed right there in the store with the cameras blinded. She swiped a drawstring bag and stuffed her suit and mask inside. She kneeled down to lace up her converse tightly. She still had a long way to go to your flat.

Gripping the strings of her bag tightly, she raced away. The rain had stopped, but the storm still threatened deep rumbles of thunder a couple of miles away. Her swift footsteps splashed through grimey puddles lit by orange streetlamps. The city seemed more perilous than ever as sirens screamed and guns fired, and guilt struck her chest.

Internally thanking her enhanced speed and endurance, Gwen stared up at your window not even ten minutes after she fled the store. Now came the hardest part: facing you, her closest friend, after she joined the society. Truthfully, she missed the warmth gifted to her from your loving arms. Something her dad never gave her before she left.

She paced around the block over and over again, wondering what the hell she was supposed to say to you. "Hey, I'm back after months of radio silence, and don't mind that I just crawled up your wall because it turns out I've been a human-spider freak this whole time. Missed you too."

Suddenly, it didn't matter what Gwen wanted to say anymore, because a police car was turning the corner.

"Fuck!"

She dashed up the wall and onto the roof, crouching to avoid any nearby helicopters. She released her breath in relief. She shook out her body and rubbed her temples. This was it. She began to crawl down the face of the complex, hoping she'd remember the right window.

Perk number 42 of being bitten by a radioactive spider.

She peered inside the window of your bedroom. It was convenient for her in the moment, but Gwen made a note to scold you for leaving your blinds open. She reached her hand out, hesitated, then curled it into a fist and gently tapped. She squeezed her eyes shut.

She saw you look up from your school laptop in confusion.

It's one in the morning and this woman is really doing homework.

Gwen tapped again.

"Y/N!" she called out softly. "Y/N, let me in!"

She heard a muffled "what the fuck?" through the glass.

"Gwen?" you whisper screamed in disbelief, unlocking your window and pulling it open. Your jaw went slack as Gwen simply jumped off the wall while diving into your window.

"Y/N, before you say anything, let me explain," she frantically rambled. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Please." Her eyes opened slowly to see you. Her body went rigid.

Fuck, she's crying.

Tears were welling and threatening to spill out from your eyes. Your fists were clenched so tightly that your nails left crescent moons gouged into your palms.

"What the hell was that?" you laughed breathily before rushing forward to hug her. You practically constricted her as you wrapped your arms around her waist. She had no idea what to do for a moment. Her own emotions were about to overflow and wash her composure away. Gwen settled for squishing her cheek against yours while holding you tight. As she rubbed your back, your sobs quieted.

You pulled away, wiping the wetness away from your eyes and lips. Gwen's stare lingered as your thumb grazed over your bottom lip out of habit. You stood up a little bit taller.

"It's been a while, Gwen."

Her stance jerked a little, barely even noticeable.

"I know. I've got a lot to explain to you, if you're willing to listen." You nodded firmly, turning around to sit back down on your bed. You patted the space adjacent to you.

Gwen took seat, spreading her legs out comfortably and resting her forearms on her knees. Her posture was slanted; it was still hard for her to make eye contact with you. She didn't want to find anger or disappointment in those eyes she had stared into one too many times. Eyes that haunted her in the most tragically beautiful manner possible.

"I disappeared," Gwen began hesitantly. "But not without a reason. So much has happened in the last two years, I just...I guess it all came to one single point and that was it for me. I had no chances left, no risks to take. It was over."

Her explanation was raw, quivering and vulnerable. Your heart began to race, wondering what she'd say next. You had no idea what was going on; yeah, Gwen did ballet and gymnastics or whatever, but that little trick she did to get into your window was no joke.

She jumped up from the bed and turned to face you.

I have to do this now.

"This is the craziest part, but you have to believe me," she whispered. Fear coated her rocky voice and widened her eyes. You blinked at her in reassurance, smiling a bit.

"Gwen, just tell me. You know I'll listen."

She sighed heavily and grabbed her bag off the floor. "Okay. Give me a second. And don't make any noise when I come out." She slipped into your closet and shut the door silently behind her. The light flickered on and leaked out from underneath the doorframe. You watched her shadow move fluidly.

Inside the closet, Gwen was hyperventilating as she fit herself into her suit. She looked into the body-length mirror sitting on your floor, and a tear traced down her cheek. She was staring at her worst enemy, and she despised who she saw in the suit. Spider-Woman was a different entity.

She turned around and faced the closet door. Gwen placed her hand on the knob, taking a deep breath before turning it and pushing it open. She couldn't look at you, but when she tried, you weren't there. Her blood froze in her own veins.

Gwen was back in that collapsed building, that very same night, staring her father's gun down.

"Why the fuck am I here?" she questioned, panic filling her voice. She looked around, desperately trying to find your apartment, your face. Her movements suddenly were not her own anymore as she involuntarily turned to face her father. Her hands were lifted up above her head, but they sank down. One inched toward her mask.

No.

Her body didn't listen. Her fingers met her chin, grasping the enhanced material concealing her face from the world.

No!

She felt the cool air hit her lips, then her nose, and finally her weary eyes. She watched her father's face contort into horror and disbelief. Gwen finally found the ability to force her eyes to shut, tears spilling out. When she opened them again, she was back in your closet.

"Gwen? What's taking so long?" you called out quietly from your room.

She gasped for air, clutching her chest as she spasmed in silence. She aggressively rubbed her arm over her eyes, biting the inside of her cheek to stop herself from crying.

I have to do this. What happened before doesn't matter. I have to save things with her.

Once more, Gwen turned the handle and stepped out. She was relieved to find you sitting on your bed, staring at her.

"Uh, nice costume Gwen, but I was kinda hoping for you to finish your explanation?" you sarcastically jabbed.

"Y/N..." Gwen groaned. "It's not a costume."

You scoffed, becoming impatient.

"Really! It isn't, Y/N!" Gwen frantically begged with you to understand. You crossed your arms.

"How am I supposed to believe you're Spider-Woman?"

Gwen shoved her face into her hands. Her frustration boiled.

"You're gonna believe me after this," she nearly growled, flitting forward and taking you in her arms. She slapped a hand over your mouth to quiet your protest. She pulled her mask down and shot a web out of your window, slingshotting out of your room and into the night.

You were a mile away from your apartment in a matter of seconds while Gwen (Spider-Woman...?) held you firmly in her left arm, tossing you lightly in the air before you landed on her back. She guided your arms and legs to wrap tightly around her back as you let out a shriek. Your hair flew straight behind you in the cold wind.

"Gwen, I fucking believe you now," you choked out into her ear. You could barely speak in your terror. The eyes of her suit went wide and she aimed for the top of another building.

She landed perfectly en pointe, her converse flexing to match the arch of her technique.

"Shit, Y/N, I'm so sorry-"

Gwen's apology was cut short as you gripped her broad shoulders.

"You're motherfucking Spider-Woman!" you yelled in awe. A thick sheet of rain was nearing as Gwen's eyes welled behind the mask.

"You don't think I'm a bad person? Or...or a freak?" she whispered shakily. Your face softened. You slid your hands up from her shoulders, caressing her face. Her eyes squinted before closing as she leaned into your touch. She reached her own hand up and cupped yours. Gwen's soul lit afire as she stared at your gorgeous face, felt the warmth of your love and bare skin.

You simply shook your head.

"What a dumb question. You're my best friend. And when you left, I...I mean, I guess I just didn't know what to do with myself. I lost a part of me."

The words coming out of your mouth felt wrong. Gwen's heart screamed in desolation. Maybe you would never understand.

Best friend.

"You lost a part of yourself, but I couldn't breathe without you," she murmured, bringing her other hand up to find more ways to touch you.

Your heart began to pound as her fingers laced with yours. The rain began to fall over you, drenching Gwen for the second time that night. What did she mean by that? You could have sworn you felt her rapid pulse intensify even more as you experimentally pressed your forehead against hers.

"Gwen..."

You brought your hands (still cupping her face) down to the base of her mask, forcing her own hands to fall away. You traced circles into her skin before gently sliding the disguise up above her lips.

Gwen painfully rasped your name while her digits found your skin again, this time resting timidly on the small of your back. She needed this so badly from you all these years, even more so as your face became a tale, something she could only dream of.

"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me. Please, please, please, just kiss me and never let me leave your side again, I'd do anything for you, Y/N-" she began to sob, but you caught her trembling lips in yours. Gwen immediately pulled you deeper into her hold, your bodies fitting together like a beautiful puzzle. Her fingers tangled into your hair and she pulled her mask all the way off. Her hood fell and her blonde waves began to frizz and tighten with the rain.

She savored the taste of your lip balm and the remnants of your bedtime herbal tea, picking you up and allowing you to wrap your legs around her. You pulled away, breathless and eyes filled with the starlight that the stormy midnight lacked.

"I love you, Gwen," you breathed. "But you're back for a reason. I don't know what reason that is, but you have to do it. We're counting on you."

Gwen nodded, dropping you safely and kneeling down to fit her mask back over her face and to allow you to cling to her.

"You forgot something, Ghost-Spider," you teased, sliding her hood over her head.

She scoffed, looking back at you with narrowed eyes. "That's Gwen to you."

In no time, you were delivered back to your warm bed. The rain pattered soothingly against your window while Gwen dried her suit off with a towel you lent to her. She eventually settled for just laying the towel down on your bed and sitting on it.

"So...are you my superhero girlfriend now, or am I about to wake up from the most story-oriented dream of my life?"

Gwen laughed softly. Everything in her life was fucked, but you brought a glow back to her existence. She had something to look forward to now. She pushed her hand to lock with yours.

"For the record, if this is a dream, then you and I are definitely imaginary girlfriends. But, since this is hopefully real life..." she assured, squeezing your hand. "Yeah, I'm your superhero girlfriend." You began to fluster, heat creeping across your cheeks.

Gwen stood up, still holding your smaller hand in her stronger grasp.

"Which unfortunately also means I've gotta do superhero girlfriend stuff," she sighed, brushing her hair behind her heavily pierced ear. She looked at you apologetically as your grip on her tightened.

"Hey, we'll see each other again. I promise," she whispered, pressing a sugary kiss to your lips before backing away, her fingers slipping out of your reach. She pulled her mask down swiftly before turning around and leaping out of your window.

"I love you!" you shouted after her. Gwen beamed as she jumped through the city, posing in a recital-like fashion for the cameras when she lowered to the streets.

The rain didn't feel so cold anymore.

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a/n: thanks for reading!! if you're sapphic and in love with gwen then. definitely check my other gwen fics out hehe. been thinkingggg about a villain gwen x fem!reader au? let me know by sending smth to my inbox as a request or commenting !

[wandussyfantasy]

Waiting

Summary: Wanda and Reader pass time together while they wait to hear back from Natasha and Steve.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, 18+ only, MINORS DNI, spanking, biting, scratching

“Any word?” You tiredly asked as you flopped on the bed of the hotel, exhausted and sore from fighting on the mission. It was supposed to be a quick in and out operation but the wire you used to hover was snapped and the alarm was set off. Wanda had to swoop in and rescue you, which wasn’t ideal for people on the run to be spotted. It’s sometimes acceptable for one, but for two, it’s a major risk.

Wanda checks the communicator again but no new messages have been received. “No, nothing yet. How are you feeling?” She walks over to stand over you.

“I’m fine, just sore. I’m going to have to talk to Nat about finding newer supplies, I can’t do my job if my equipment makes that impossible.” You pull out the device that failed you as you look at the old thing. Since being on the run, everyone has had to adjust to working with what you have and what you can acquire. “Hey, is Vision coming to visit you anytime soon? Maybe you can have him bring some from my old stash. If Tony hasn’t thrown it out by now.”

Wanda shrugs, “I��ll try to get the message to him.” You thank her as you get out of the bed. “Where are you going?”

“Shower, want to join?” You ask with a grin and a wink. Wanda grabs one of the pillows and tosses it at you. “No need to get violent little witch,” you chuckle as you toss the pillow on the bed and enter the bathroom. When you take your grimey uniform off of your body, you’re disgusted by the dirt and blood that it’s covered in. You’ve been living in this thing for months and you were sick of it. You pull the hotel robe on and gather the outfit off of the floor. “Do you think it would be too risky to have the hotel clean these? Steve always says it's risky but I can’t be stealthy if they can smell me a mile away,” you look up from your clothes.

“What are you doing?”Wanda is laid out in an inviting pose on the bed completely naked. At your question she moves to her knees and beckons you to the edge of the bed with her finger.

“I figured we'd get bored waiting again and just thought we'd skip the usual fight against what we're feeling.” She dips her delicate fingers in the opening of the robe and drags her finger tips down the length of your torso. “You can tell me to stop,” she whispers against your lips as she hooks her fingers around the belt of the robe. You kiss her in response. Wanda frees you of the robe and you let it pool around your feet before leaning into her more. After months of spending alone time with Wanda in one hotel room to another, it got tougher and tougher to ignore the tension between the two of you. It started with a boring night in a rundown motel room that had a fully stocked mini bar. Followed by nights of pretending to be bored and acting as if nothing could happen between the two of you again. Now she was done with all of that and so were you. It's not that there was any reason they couldn't be together. A relationship just didn't seem like something in the cards right now.

Your arms wrap around her as you lay her down on the bed. “Fuck Wanda,” you moan when she reaches between your legs and wraps her hand around your growing cock. She smiles from the effect she has on you, forcing you to move your lips from hers to every other part of her. She moves her head to the side to grant you more access to your favorite spots on her. They would make her crumble under your lips and it made you feel powerful. To be able to control the pleasure of one of the most powerful people you've ever known and have her begging you for more was an indescribable feeling.

Wanda's movements begin to get sloppy as your actions cause her to lose focus. You move your hands delicately along the smooth skin of her body. Leaving trails of goosebumps behind. When your lips reach the tops of her breasts you look up to watch her reaction. You continue to place your kisses until you get to her left nipple. You start by leisurely dragging the tip of your tongue in a circle before closing your mouth on her breast. She lets out a satisfied sigh. Wanda moves her hands into your hair to comb her fingers through it as you give attention to her other breast with your right hand.

Getting a little creative, Wanda starts rubbing your penis against her pussy until you get the hint and start rolling your hips, switching the attention of your mouth to her right breast. You grunt as she lets go of you and you feel how dripping wet she is as her natural lubricant leaks onto your cock, making you want to skip everything and go straight to the finish line. But you don't. You can't. There's still so much that you want to do.

Once you're done playing with her breasts, you move further down her soft body until you are face to face with her beautiful pussy. You kiss her mound a couple times as a thank you for the access. Wanda has one leg bent up and the other laying flat on the bed. You massage both with your hands as you begin to eat her out. She covers her mouth with the pillow to muffle her moans once she feels your tongue inside of her. As much as you would love to hear her be as loud as possible, it was safer that the two of you take extra precautions. The last thing the team needs is for the two of you to get caught because of a noise complaint.

While you move your tongue through her warm folds, occasionally sticking it through her hole and sucking on her clit, you use one hand to cover the rest of your thick cock with her fluids. Wanda is clutching the pillow to her face at your maneuvers and playing with her breasts with her free hand. And when she starts to give off the impression that she is close to cumming, you pull away completely. Making her squirm and groan in frustration as she now desperately needs that release.

Wanda removes the pillow from her face so she can plead with you but you shake your head. “Not yet,” you continue to tug on your dick, fondling your balls a little bit. Wanda's breathing slows down some and you climb back on top of her. “Good girl,” you praise as you caress her cheek and go in for a sweet kiss. She whimpers at your treatment, she was loving every second of it.

Without warning, you penetrate her fully. She makes a surprised sound making your cock twitch inside of her. You pull all of the way out and make your way back in slowly, starting with just the tip. You control yourself only going in a little bit further each time. She tries to lock her legs around you to pull you in further, but you press your thumb on her clitoris to make her legs fall open. Her body arches up against you, breaking the kiss. So you suck on her throat as you continue to enter her, inch by inch with each drawn out thrust.

“Please,” Wanda chokes out. You ask her what she wants against her collarbone. “Harder, faster,” she whispers. You give into her request and begin to pound her harder and faster. Losing all control and giving into the overwhelming pleasure until you want to switch into a different position. You pull out of her suddenly and pull her up to her knees. “What are you doing?”

You sit against the headboard and pat your lap. “Sit,” you tell her and she smiles as she climbs on top of you. Wanda slides down on your cock easier. She has both hands on your shoulders to help her ride you and you have your hands on her buttcheeks. Wanda bounces up and down on your cock and even stops every few seconds to grind her hips into yours.

“Spank me,” she gasps out as the two of you pick up the pace. The request would have surprised the both of you if neither of you were so lost in the haze. You do as she asks and it elicits a loud moan from her that you’re quick to cover her mouth with your hand to muffle. As a punishment for being too loud, you spank her two more times. When you remove your hand from her mouth, Wanda thanks you and brings you in a sloppy and heated kiss.

As the tension begins to grow close again, you realize you’ll have to end this session soon. So you lock her arms around your neck and hold her body close to yours and pound into her harder and faster. Her walls tighten around you deliciously and when she is close to screaming, Wanda gets bold again and clamps down on your shoulder, sending you over the edge faster than you were ready for. The last couple thrusts are jagged and slow because of the force of your orgasm throwing you off your rhythm. You spill everything deep inside of her. The feeling of you exploding inside of her for the first time makes Wanda experience an orgasm like no other. She is digging her nails into your skin as she clutches to you for dear life.

When the two of you come down, Wanda apologizes for having added to your injuries. Along with the cuts and bruises you had sustained from the mission itself. You now sported nails and bite marks from Wanda. Something that you didn’t mind at all. “It’s okay, love.” You kiss her lips but Wanda still feels bad so she kisses the markings she made. “Now I’m yours,” you say to cheer her up.

“Mm, don’t say that. We won’t have time to clean up if you get me yearning for more,” Wanda says as she lifts herself off of your softening dick. “Speaking of which, you’re right. We might be able to send our clothes out to be cleaned but I’ve been working on a solution for that.” She Stands up and grabs your forgotten uniform off of the ground and waves her hand over it. The uniform looks brand new which you should have reacted to immediately but your attention was lost on your cum spilling out of her and rolling down the inside of her thigh. You lick your lips as you begin to fantasize causing your cock to be standing up ready for another round when Wanda turns to you. She shakes her head as she notices your erection. “No, go shower,” she says as she points to the bathroom.

“Come on, you could join me,” you grin when she considers the offer.

“Fine, but after that, no more for the rest of the night. We have to be on alert.” You excitedly follow her into the bathroom as you agree to her conditions.

The End.

[kiss-theggoat]

Think I’ll Keep You

Bo Sinclair x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You and your friends end up in a tiny town called Ambrose, and you think the gas station attendant Bo is possibly the hottest guy alive. He seems to think the same about you.

Warnings: 18+, Suggestive, Canon typical violence, DubCon, She/Her pronouns used ( Bo refers to reader as “girl” once, the rest is gn)

“There’s a little gas station up around the bend there. Bo should have a fan belt.”

You nodded, turning to your best friend, Stacy, and her boyfriend, Michael. Your other two friends decided to stay back with the car where the road was washed out. You were all a little sketched out by the guy who had given you directions, his clothes and skin covered in dirt, a knife sticking from his belt, and the pungent smell of roadkill absolutely radiating off of his every pore.

The walk to the gas station was relatively short. The first impression you had of the town was tiny and grimey. If this is where that guy was from, his appearance made more sense to you now. Stacy bumped your shoulder as you approached the gas station door, rubbing her own arm with a scrunched up look on her face. “Maybe that guy was lying… I’m not sure listening to someone who had hooves hanging from his rear view mirror was a good idea.”

You shrugged it off, trying not to let her anxiety rub off on you. “As long as we stay together, we should be fine.” You reassure her, pushing the creaky door open. Michael made a noise to agree with you. He was a man of few words, which is why he wasn’t particularly your favorite person ever.

“Hello?” You called out, sounding quieter than you had originally intended. The gas station looked a little bit less decrepit than the rest of the town, but still had its fair share of dust and grime. You could hear faint music playing from somewhere deeper inside the building, and from the sound of it, it seemed like something you’d recognize.

Stacy held onto Michael’s arm while they both followed you. Your steps were hesitant as you made your way back towards the door to the garage. The glass on the door was covered in dirt, making it impossible to look through. Was everything in Ambrose caked in mud? You tried the knob, and thankfully, the door was unlocked. A song you knew, Falling Away From Me by Korn, was blasting from a small stereo on a shelf, which was almost completely blocked by the open hood of a truck.

Blue coverall covered legs and black boots stuck out from under the truck, and obviously the man, hopefully the guy named Bo, didn’t hear your entrance. You felt bad for barging in, so instead of saying something, you knocked loudly on the door, hoping this would be a less intrusive way of getting his attention. A pair of greasy hands gripped the bumper, pulling the man out from under the truck. He wore coveralls covered with spots of grease and dirt. His hands and fingernails were stained, forehead covered in sweat and muck. The hat on his head looked like it was about to fall off, and his hair stuck to his head in tendrils. He stood, walking casually to the radio to turn down the music.

Even though he looked like he could use a nice hot (and EXTREMELY soapy) shower, you were in awe of how attractive he was. Thick eyebrows, pretty brown eyes, nice lips and great cheekbones, chiseled jawline set upon a veiny neck with a pronounced Adam's apple. Safe to say you were flustered. You stared at him like an idiot, even after he spoke to you in a deep, silky smooth southern accent, “What can I do for you folks?”

After a few moments of silence, he seemed to get a little aggravated at your silence. “Listen, I’m sorta busy, is there somethin’ I can do for y’all?”

Stacy was the one to speak up. “I’m sorry, sir. Are you Bo? We need uh…a fan belt? Our car broke down back there…where the roads washed out.”

Bo nodded. “What size d’ya need?” As he spoke, you noticed his eyes were fixed on you, despite you being silent.

Stacy looked up at Michael, clueless. He interjected, “15 inches.”

You watched his muscular figure walk as he inspected the wall, presumably housing all his fan belts. He grabbed onto one, holding the packaging closer to his face. “Shoot… looks like I only got a 17 or 22.”

“Dammit.” Michael groaned, rubbing his face in frustration. “Is there another gas station nearby?”

“Only one in town.” He shrugged. “But uh… I don’t keep everythin’ here. It’s a pretty small building, so I keep some shipments up at my house. We could go up there and check for a 15 inch.”

Michael nodded quickly, “That would be great! Thank you.” But Stacy didn’t seem like she was on board. She grabbed Michael’s bicep, making him look down at her. She said quietly, “Should we really follow him to his house? I have a bad feeling about this….”

Bo chuckled, and oh my god you could faint, grabbing a yellow rag from his work bench to wipe his large, veiny hands off. “Makes no difference to me, but you folks can either take a 17 inch fan belt or come with me up to the house.” He shoots you a lopsided smile, before so blatantly checking you out, making your cheeks turn red.

You and Stacy both looked up at Michael, her pleading with him to just take a different size fan belt and get the hell out of here, and you pleading for him to let you follow the dreamy stranger. “A…wrong size might hurt the car, right…?” You reasoned, even though you knew jack shit about cars.

Michael sighed, “Stace, it’ll be okay. If all three of us go, we’ll be fine.” He kissed her temple. Bo tossed the rag down and turned the radio off, walking over to the garage door and pulling it up. He did it with such ease, you were convinced he was strong. Okay, you needed to chill. You’d seen the man for five minutes and were practically drooling over him.

He led you guys out of the gas station and onto a dirt path covered in loose gravel, which was slightly uphill. The sun was setting now, finally giving you a break from the oppressive summer sun of Louisiana. You wore a black tank top and a pair of burgundy colored cut off shorts, with a pair of plain black high tops. Even with the somewhat revealing outfit, you could feel how sweaty you’d become after walking around for so long, and you didn’t know how he worked in an unairconditioned garage all day long. As you all walked, you found yourself walking closer to him, splitting you into two groups. You and Bo walking in a pair up front, then Michael and Stacy trailing close behind you.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ all the way down here?” Bo asked you, taking his hat off and wiping some sweat away from his brow as he asked.

You smiled, holding back a pathetic childish giggle. “We’re visiting some other friends who live down in Florida.”

“Florida? Where are y’all from?”

“I’m going to school in Oregon, but Michael goes to school in Austin. So we decided to make a road trip out of it and pick everyone up on the way.” You shoved your hands in your pockets as you spoke.

“Seems unfair to you. You had to drive aaaaall the way here from Oregon? And your friend there just had to come from Texas?” He clicked his tongue.

“I would’ve taken a flight, but Stacy’s on the way.” You shrugged. You didn’t really mind the extra distance, driving with Stacy was fun, as you hadn’t really seen each other with how busy you’d been all year.

“So…this town wasn’t even on the GPS or anything… we had to have some guy tell us how to find you.” You laughed a little, recalling your awkward encounter with the roadkill guy.

“Sad story, Ambrose. The town was kinda put on the map by the house a wax. I’m sure you passed by a sign or two for it.”

“Oh, yeah we did.”

“Yeah, people used to come to see it from miles away. And a woman named Trudy was the main...I guess "artist" is the right word. Trudy's husband, Doc Sinclair, was a doctor in the big city until he got his license revoked for doing surgeries on the side. Stuff that, you know, most doctors wouldn't dare do. So he moved him and Trudy out here to Ambrose. Made a fresh start with his medical practice. And, you know, Trudy really found her calling with that whole wax-sculpture thing. It was her dream to do something really incredible here. And then she had a couple a kids, and a picket fence.”

“That doesn’t sound so sad…” you interrupted, but he kept going.

“Trudy got a cyst in her brain. She just started rotting away. Couldn't work no more, and she went crazy. Things got so bad that Doc Sinclair finally had to strap her to the bed. The whole town could hear her screamin’. Dr. Sinclair was so depressed that he couldn't save her...he blew his head right off. It was worse for the boys, left alone like that. They both ended up in foster homes.”

“That’s terrible…” you mumbled. “Those poor kids…” you watched your feet crunch into the gravel. The story he told you genuinely upset you, and now you felt horrible for making so much fun of this poor little town, even if it was just in your head.

Bo sighed softly. “The town is still recoverin’ from it. That museum was the biggest source a income. I betcha can tell this ain’t the nicest place to live.” He chuckled, probably trying to lighten the mood.

You smiled, making eye contact with him. “No, I like it. I hate big cities anyways, a town like this seems like a nice place to settle down. Where everyone knows and can trust each other.”

“Maybe a resident like you could brighten up Ambrose a little.” He said, eyes not leaving yours. You felt your face go red hot. He was…flirting? With you? You looked down at your feet, stupid smile stretching across your whole face. You felt like you were reduced to a pile of Jell-O.

“Awe I dunno…” you said, but before you could say anything else, he cut you off. “This is the house. You and your friends sit tight. I’ll go check on that belt for ya, darlin’.” He winked at you before turning away.

You watched as he walked away, and you were convinced you were in love with this stranger. Michael stepped forward before Bo got too far away. “Hey man, would it be okay if I used your bathroom? We’ve been walking for a while.”

Bo nodded a little. “Sure. Come on in.” He said, opening the door and stepping to the side to make room for Michael. Stacy grabbed his arm. “You said we wouldn’t split up…” she whisper-yelled.

“It’s only for a second…just stay here and stay together.” He looked at both of you and then walked away, having to shake his arm from her grasp. She hugged herself uncomfortably, stepping closer to you as you both watched Bo and Michael disappear behind the door.

It’d been almost 20 minutes, according to Stacy’s now dead flip phone, since Michael and Bo had gone inside. At this point, you were both worried sick about Michael, but not brave enough to go inside and check things out for yourselves, until you hit the 25 minute mark. You watched as Stacy marched up to the front door, looking determined despite shaky hands and teary eyes, and banged on the door. Nothing.

She tried the handle, and to your surprise, the door swung open. She slowly began to go inside, and at this point, you decided you needed to go with her. You ran to catch up with her, seeing that all the lights were off inside. Your phone had died hours ago, leaving you both with no source of light.

“Michael?” Stacy yelled out, staying within arms length of the doorway. You held onto each other's arms, taking tiny steps further and further into the house. “Michael, please answer me!”

Squinting your eyes did absolutely nothing to help you see in the dark. It was pitch black, neither of you could see or hear anything. A loud creak broke the silence and you both frantically turned your heads to identify the noise. All of the sudden, Stacy began to shriek in your right ear. You jumped and covered your ears with your hands, feeling her fall to the ground. You screamed, backing up only to feel that the front door, which you knew you had left open, was closed. Stacy was screaming and crying on the ground, you could hear how low she was, but you didn’t know what was wrong. You tried yelling at her, asking her what happened, but all you got back was crying.

You shrunk to the floor, hands over ears in terror. A lamp flickering on illuminated your best friend on the floor, knife sticking from her spine and blood pooling around her writing body. You were bathed in yellow light from the left, but not enough to help you escape. You could feel tears fall down your cheeks when your eyes finally focused on Bo leaning against what looked like a kitchen counter, a cigarette pressed between his lips. He started to walk towards you, but you let out a yelp and turned quickly, pulling and wiggling on the door handle as hard as you could. Strong arms wrapped around your waist and yanked you back against a firm torso. You flailed and screamed, but to no avail. You were carried by Bo over to the couch where he tossed you down, pinning your body beneath his.

You were being suffocated in the heat of the couch cushions, fabric pushing hard against your face, and Bo shoving you down with his chest. You tried to push yourself up, but this only made your arms easier to grab. He pulled them behind your back and held them with one hand, the other gripping your hair and yanking your head back hard. You yelped at the burning pain in your scalp. He only lets go of your hair after he seems satisfied with the pain he’s caused you, and then, he moves down to trace the curve of your waist and hooks a finger in the waistband of your shorts, then down to the inside of your thigh, grabbing the soft skin and pushing it outwards.

He grabbed the cigarette from his mouth, tapping the ashes off over your clothes. You screamed and turned your head frantically only to see the end of a cigarette being pushed against your exposed shoulder, burning a small hole in its wake. You could feel the scorching pain radiate through your skin, almost distracting you from the way you were being engulfed in his musk.

Bo leaned down, knee painfully jabbed in between your shoulder blades forcing all the air from your lungs as you felt his lips against your ear, so close that you could smell the cigarette still on his breath.

“Fuckin’ pretty…” Bo growled. “Think I’ll keep you.”

[hey-august]

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PORTRAIT

-wait come back

-I’m full of surprises

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Prompts: Portrait, "Come back." "I'm full of surprises." Teaser: “You tried, it’s cute,” he muttered at the paper. The confession came out slowly with trailing thoughts since half of his mind was dedicated to the moving pen. Warnings: SFW. Established relationship, Buggy x GN!reader, slight profanity Word count: ~900

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The shelves in the captain’s quarters were packed. Books, scrolls, and folded parchments were scattered throughout the nooks. Contraptions in various states of dismantling or creation were crammed into crannies. There were busted compasses, rusted knives, and broken telescopes. Half-eaten snacks, grimey forgotten glasses, and greasy fingerprints were added to a list in your mind. 

Amongst the chaos there was calm. You dragged your hand along the sections with organized piles of your personal books and belongings until you reached a special space. A space that was more decorative than functional. Nudging aside a few gems and seastones, you grabbed an empty blue bottle. The dried flowers in your hand whispered amongst themselves as you nestled the bouquet into the bottle and placed it back on the shelf.

A bundle of papers in the shadowy corner of the shelf caught your eye. You carefully retrieved one from the top of the pile and unfolded the paper to expose familiar handwriting and drawings. Crabs and seagulls from your memories explored the edges of the paper, moving between seashells and small sketches of grassy hills and sandy dunes. The remnants of time passed kindled a longing in your chest, with heat that radiated out and burned in your fingertips.

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Buggy returned to the shared room and found you sitting at his desk, head bowed with focus that kept you from noticing the door opening. The sentry lounging on the corner of the desk was too lost in her afternoon cat-nap to notice his appearance either. Buggy paused for a moment, remaining a quiet observer. He watched how you carried the pen across the paper. Your movements were both airy and fluid - you were drawing something.

Curiosity and restraint grappled in the pirate’s body. He wanted to see what you were creating and could easily send over the necessary pieces to satisfy that desire without detection. But spying on you felt wrong. But you hadn’t noticed him and it would be easy. But still wrong. But he wanted to know.

Splitting the difference, Buggy took a few long strides to reach the desk. The bootsteps from his approach broke your concentration, but he walked quickly enough to get a peek at the paper. Doodles and…something else.

“Oh, hey! I didn’t know you were back.” Your words and movements were flustered as you stood up and flipped the paper over, hiding your work.

“It was time for a break. What are you up to?”

“I was putting some flowers away.” You gestured towards the dried bouquet on the shelf while trying to slip the paper off the desk. The movement was halted by the strategic placement of Buggy’s hand while he leaned on the furniture.

“Are those my flowers?” The captain asked the rhetoric question with a grin. The kind of grin that made your stomach flip.

Buggy changed position so that you were between him and the desk. He leaned into your space, filling your vision and your thoughts. You nodded.

“And what’s this?” He shuffled the paper behind you.

“Nothing. I was just passing time, it’s nothing,” you said, feeling a heat creep on your face. It was a mix of warmth from Buggy and nervous embarrassment.

The paper sighed as it was flipped, revealing all of the nothing you did. A little pirate ship sailed a wavy sea. A large lion and a small cat sat side-by-side. A silhouetted acrobat walked across the high wire, with a bucket of popcorn waiting to catch them below.

Buggy tracked the paper, following the multiple versions of his Jolly Roger that you drew, each one slightly different and absolutely perfect. The rasp of his touch stopped at a particular sketch towards the bottom of the page.

“Is that supposed to be me?”

You turned and looked, despite knowing the answer. Fuck. It looked worse than it did a few minutes ago. The long hair looked like a mess of worms on their deathbed. Two piercing eyes stared into the darkest depths of your soul. A round circle that was so simple it looked out of place. And a smile that looked okay until you shaded around it, extending the expression into something that looked like it could eat a whale in one bite. There was no denying that this was a drawing of Buggy, but it looked nothing like the man standing in front of you.

“It’s nothing. Just ignore it.” 

His gaze was locked on the paper. You tried to pull it away or flip it over, but his hold prevented you from removing the nightmarish art from his view. Giving up on retrieving your shame, you chose to leave it behind and walked away.

“No, no, no, wait! Come back,” Buggy said. His hand tugged at the sleeve of your shirt. “I like it.”

You stopped. “Don’t lie. It’s awful, I can’t draw people.” You turned around to see Buggy hunched over the desk with a pen in hand.

“You tried, it’s cute,” he muttered at the paper. The confession came out slowly with trailing thoughts since half of his mind was dedicated to the moving pen.

“There, finished! Come look,” Buggy said excitedly, slamming the pen onto the desktop.

He drew you. Well, it was more of a sketch, and it somehow matched your choppy attempt. There was a noticeable difference in skill, but his was used to adjust his style to compliment your clowny portrait. Seeing your faces side-by-side was…well, he was right. It was cute.

“I didn’t know you could draw,” you said, admiring his attention to detail.

“You could say that I’m full of surprises.” 

You could hear the smirk on his face. A smirk you leaned in to feel on your lips.

[glazedsnail]

Jodi and Kent on the day of the Flower Dance, the year Kent comes back from the war.

1,567 words. PTSD related and mention of the war.

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‘Mom, mom, you’re gonna be able to dance this year!’ A mouthful of Joja cereal almost explodes out of the little boy’s face. He shovels a new one, his big bright eyes up to his mom picking up the empty dishes. She smiles at her son. ‘And why’s that?’ ‘Dad’s back!’ He exclaims, milk dripping on his chin. ‘Sheesh, Vincent, breakfast is supposed to land in your mouth.’ With a laugh, the older son wipes his brother’s face. It’s a warm day of spring in the valley, announcing prompt summer’s arrival. A tender smile on her face, Jodi watches her two sons finishing their meal. Dad was back, indeed, but it wasn’t really dad, and Jodi knew her sons had felt it. ‘Go wash up and get ready, Vincent, we need to head to the clearing early. I promised Evelyn I’d help her with the flowers.’ The young boy jumps down his chair and runs out of the kitchen. ‘I put some allergy tablets in the pocket of your suit, Sam. Try and take some before it hits you.’. She adds to her oldest. The tall blond clears the breakfast table, leaving a single cup of coffee. Its steam now long gone. He puts the plates in the foamy water his mom is working on. ‘Where’s dad?’ ‘Oh, he went out early this morning. Go wash up too. You don’t want to be all grimey for your dance partner.’ Jodi smiles, foam up to her elbows. She fights against the urge to try and sort her son’s hair. ‘Will you dance this year?’ He asks, somewhat hopeful, knowing he’ll most likely watch his mother slowly sways from side to side at the rhythm of the music. Jodi dries her hands, and gives in to the temptation, plunging her hand in her son’s bushy locks. ‘Mom!’ Sam whines. ‘Go get ready.’ She laughs, grabbing the cup full of cold coffee.

Now alone in the kitchen, Jodi looks down at the empty cup. The novelty mug was as old as her first born, and it was a miracle it was still in one piece after all this time, the multiple moves in the city, and their, Jodi was wishing, final move to Pelican Town. She smiles, caressing the barely legible print on the porcelain. “You’re gonna be a dad!” It used to say clearly, above a big bright red heart. The colors had faded, and despite a safe return from the front, Jodi was wondering whether his own heart had faded too.

The front door opens, and heavy stompings follow in. She hears the steps hesitantly come into the kitchen. ‘Morning.’ Her husband’s clear voice resonates in the empty room. She turns away from the sink. Kent’s alert and tired eyes are shooting left and right, slowly scanning the kitchen he knew still. She walks up to him, placing the empty cup on the table. ‘Good morning. Would you like some coffee?’ He grunts as a yes. ‘Here, I found this on my way back.’ Jodi tries not to wince as her husband hands her a freshly picked daffodil. She hates daffodils. Always have. And he knows it. At least used to. ‘Thank you, honey.’ She says, warmth in her voice. ‘How did you sleep?’ She asks, knowing Kent’s not had a restful night in forever. She struggles not to feel hurt that her arms are so little comfort, her words, her kisses, are no use against what’s haunting him. He only grunts, sipping on the boiling coffee. ‘There’s quite a commotion in town.’ he says, refilling his cup. ‘Lot of people are up early.’ He sounds sour, as if they stole his usually quiet morning, disrupting the little bit of routine he imposed on himself. ‘It’s the Flower Dance today.’ Jodi fills a tall glass of water for the daffodil she places at the center of the table. ‘Is that still going on?’ He notes, more than asks. ‘I’ll probably sit that one out, see if Sam wants to do something.’ He stretches. ‘Oh, but Sam is going. He dances quite well.’ Kent fixes the wall, silent. His little boy? Dancing? As if to dismiss any doubt, Sam walks in, all decked out in a tight fitting suit. ‘Mom, can you help me with the tie?’ Jodi softly giggles, rushing to help her adult son. Kent looks at them, unable to divert his gaze. His son was standing tall in front of him, now taller than his wife, dressed up as an adult. No. He is an adult. This is no dress up game. He clears his throat, painfully. ‘Oh, mornin’ Dad.’ Sam says, lifting his head from the knotty mess he tangled himself in. ‘What did you do with your tie? How did you manage that, it’s not that long!’ Jodi huffs in a laugh. ‘I-I can help.’ ‘There we go.’ Kent swiftly sits back down, obviously not needed. They’ve got it. Sam’s got it.

When they head out, Jodi was pleasantly surprised to see Kent joining them after all. With Sam and Vincent in front, they both walk in silence. The air becomes thick and sweet as they advance to the clearing. Flowers are getting placed all around, buntings are stretched on tables and fences. Kent lets his wife meet with Evelyn and Caroline, and stands next to a barrel used as a planter. He stares at the blooming flowers, their scents washing up to his nostrils he exhales in a satisfied sigh. The weather is stable. There are clear ways in and out of the field. Despite its openness, the cliff is high enough that the sea isn’t a threat. But the sky. He breathes in, trying to calm his now fast beating heart. They are safe. All, safe.

But it doesn’t slow down. Why isn’t it slowing down? A bee grazes his ear, loudly buzzing around him, surrounded. Again. He pants, batting aways at the air, holding himself on the barrel, the touch of the wrought metal fastening the wood a reminder of the rough trench. And the buzzing, the buzzing closing in, surrounding him. The voices, the screams, the thumping of his heart, his hands in the dirt, his lungs filled with the scent of gunpowder and rotting flesh. ‘Hot cross bun?’ His feet anchored in the dry mud, dew falling on his boots, colors of the flowers materializing in front of him. Their scent caressing his nose, mixed with the warm smell of cinnamon emanating from the plate shoved in his face. ‘Are you alright?’ Gus’ round face appears in his memories blackened eyes, as his muscles release the barrel, his fingers out of its dirt, his teeth unclench, and his heart still rhythming his fast breathing. ‘I’m fine.’ He answers in a labored voice, his throat gasping for air and water. Kent looks down at the plate. Several fresh buns are piled up, stuck to each other with their jam glaze. He remembers the festive treat, made to celebrate Spring, rebirth, renewal. Still panting, he refuses the saloon owner’s offer and lets him go, catching his breath as he looks right at the flower.

They’re safe. He’s home. Home. It feels like a farce. A masquerade. Has Pelican Town always worn this mask? The war removed his, and left him with nothing but numbness only shaken by painful memories. ‘Kent?’ This hasn’t changed. Thank Yoba. He turns his head to his wife. Worry and fear are shadowing her pretty eyes, but she smiles. ‘Is everything ok?’ Her voice is as soothing as ever. Still, it doesn’t calm his battered heart as it used to. And she noticed it. ‘I’m ok, Honey. Don’t worry.’ ‘Maybe such a gathering was… too soon? I remember the egg festival…’ He remembers too. The crowd. The loudness. The close spaces. ‘No, it’s fine. We’re in a nice, big, open field.’ He partially lies, taking Jodi’s hand in his shaking fingers. ‘I’ll be fine.’ Jodi gives a subtle nod, and wraps her arms around her husband, ever so grateful to be able to do so, knowing many would never get this chance ever again. Kent tightens his embrace, taking in the warmth and scent from his wife’s body. ‘Eww!’ They both look down at Vincent's mischievous face, distorted in a disgusted grimace. ‘Don’t say “eww”!’ Protests Jas, standing next to him. ‘They’re in love!’ She adds in a song, twirling in her purple dress. Jodi softly laughs, hiding her face in Kent’s chest. A smile draws on Kent’s lips as he extends his arm to ruffle his son’s hair. ‘Do you love mom?’ Vincent asks. Kent laughs, what a question. ‘Of course I do.’ ‘Oh, phew.’ He says, visibly relieved. ‘Mom loves you too.’ And with that, he was gone, along with the ranch’s little girl. Kent holds his wife by the waist, looking out at the open field now crowded with the whole town. He feels Jodi’s arm around him, her head resting on his chest. And his heart finally calms down. ‘I’m sorry I missed Samson’s first Flower Dance.’ Kent says, watching his older son line up. ‘It’s ok.’ Jodi’s grasp becomes firmer. ‘We have all his next ones to look forward to. And soon Vincent will dance too.’ She adds, looking up at her husband. ‘Not too soon, I hope’ He chuckles. ‘I still have to teach him how to properly tie a tie.’

[playboysaleen]

Metanoia (or not?...)

Metanoia:(n) meta·​noia - a transformative change of heart...especially : a spiritual conversion

Part 1. - Part 2. -

Parings: Wednesday x Dracula!Reader (GN)

Warnings: they are a little older(19, lets say nevermore is a college), Blood, swearing, fighting, death, and.. some other grimey stuff. (i'm not a big word person.)

WordCount: 3.9k

note: I am adding some extra characters to fit the story line for both this fic and the show. Also, the reader is masc tbh.

Your nickname is D. For Di- Dracula. For Dracula. or Drac

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It's been days.

Days of sitting infront of a window watching people watch you.

Days of missing the gothic girl.

Let's back track a bit-

You tossed the guard into the wall snarling at the unconscious man. A shock coursed through your body as your knees gave in. Groaning, you looked at the window to see Wednesdays eyes on you.

"Heel demon." The guard grunted out shoving the baton deeper into your side. The insult caused the shocks to suddenly go numb. You looked at the guard through your lashes and stood slowly onto your feet. You grabbed the baton tossing it towards the window, you snarled loudly inching your way to the man who is now shaking in his boots.

"Stop." You turned at the voice which seemed to send your fangs into hiding. You shook your head at the buzzing in your head, Wednesday stood at the door staring you down. You grumbled profanities taking a seat onto the floor. Weems appeared behind the girl holding hesitant eyes.

"Y/n. I need to give you the proper mixture. Is that okay?" You lowered your head ignoring the principal. You heard the tall woman taking a step in front of Wednesday which you snarled flashing your fangs that caused her to take a step back. Wednesday grabbed the vial from Weems hand looking back at you.

"Cooperate with us." You growled scooting back a bit. Wednesday took a few steps forward as you grumbled at the voice in your head. They screamed many things but one small voice spoke over the horrid voices.

Trust.

Coming back to your senses a sharp exhale was sent out your nose and your golden eyes Wednesday missed appeared back. You sent her a nod shielding your head in your elbow, covering your tinted cheeks. Embarrassment radiating off your skin. You nodded your head letting Wednesday take a seat next to you.

"Wednesday." Weems whispered at the short girl who sent her a look causing her to move away from the frame shutting the door behind her. You whimpered at the hunger eating you alive, it was a war between the hunger and voices begging you to quench your thirst. And the fear of it all... they were basically the same thing.

"I am going to open the vial and you need to drink it all, it is going to ignite the urge but fight it." Wednesday whispered. From everything you have learned about the girl, was the complete opposite from the way she is with you. 'Steer clear.' 'Don't even bother.' 'She is cold-hearted.' 'Selfish' You ignored every word anyone said cause to you she was intriguing. she was fire, a fire that ruined anything in her way and you were drawn to her...like a moth to a flame. She opened the vial placing the edge to your bottom lip, you eyed her concentrated eyes,

"Bottoms up." You mumbled letting the liquid slide into your mouth into your stomach, the taste caused your fangs to show and the veins under your eyes to darkened. Grunting at the satisfaction, you slid back against the wall closing your eyes.

"Wednesday please get out of there." Weems spoke from behind the glass. Wednesday ignored the woman's demand gently placing her hands on your shoulders as you began to slide down the wall behind you. The overwhelming feeling caused your body to shut down, Wednesday kept her cold eyes on you while you huffed fluttering as they began to close.

"Rest. I'll be here when you wake."

When you woke she wasn't.

You grumbled sitting up from the corner walking towards the desk. You felt multiple eyes on you which you ignored for the last six days.

"Good afternoon Dracula." Weems voice boomed from the glass. You glanced at the window nodding then turning back at the desk mindlessly moving the pencil up and down the paper. The door that leads in and out finally opened as a man walked into the room with a bag and a leash. Knitting your eyebrows, you snorted loudly.

"I am a Origin. A Dracula. Not some dog." You laughed out walking to the man with a fanged smile. "Please tell me this is my get well present." The man smirked swinging the leash towards your face. You dodged the material catching it with your left hand eyeing the substance coated on your hand.

"Not so Dracula no-" You sung your right hand at the man colliding your fist into his jaw shutting him up. Your vision began to blur as you made your way to the door and out the back. Weems lifted her hand at the head of security,

"Leave them."

"But Weems-" the tall woman looked down at the man who immediately closed his mouth.

"Their trial ended this morning. They are now a pure blood."

You pushed the last door that led to the quad, the sunlight coated your skin that sent a shock through your body. You placed your hood over your head taking a seat at your usual table. The chattering stopped and turned to you. You lifted your head to lock eyes with a very shocked Xavier.

"Hey there Thorpe, would you be kind and inform me on where the fuck my bracelet is?" You mumbled shielding your skin from the sun. X held his hands up swallowing the remainder of food in his mouth.

"Wednesday placed it in your room." The mention of her name caused a grunt to slip from your mouth. You sighed nodding at the boy drowning out Enid's questions being thrown at you.

"Thank you." and with that you blurred from the table to your dorm. Leaning your forehead against the door you remembered you do not have your key. Placing more of your body weight against the wooden entrance, you fumbled through the doorway. Looking for a threat your eyes landed on the pig-tailed girl.

"Wednesday."

The girl snapped her head to your voice holding her breath. You both could not move. An awful feeling coursed through Wednesdays body, her heard drummed against her chest which caused your eyes to widen at how you could hear the pounding in your ears. You swallowed loudly deciding to take a few steps to the girl till the sunlight hit your hand. You grunted making a 180 to the desk.

"No."

You let go of the bracelet as it fell to the floor slowly looking back at the girl. She shook her head keeping her death glare locked onto you.

"Does it hurt?" You shook your head unzipping the jacket the fencing coach provided you during your lock up.

"No, but I never-"

"Show me."

A nervous chuckle made its way out your mouth but you instantly yelped at Wednesday's new position by the curtain that covered the gigantic window. With shaking hands, you removed the jacket and went to undo your button up. Would you have said a negative comment if someone else told you? Yes. Maybe even rip them to shreds? Yes, but it was a five foot gothic girl with pigtails who seemed to have you wrapped around her finger that if she asked you to burn Jericho to the ground, in a heartbeat, you would.

Once you made it to the last button you huffed loudly letting the fabric slip off your shoulders to reveal the muscle shirt that was drenched in dry blood from the fight between Alex and you. There was a tension between you too...and you both knew it. You could hear her heartbeat rapidly increased as you took a step forward, Wednesday pulled on the curtain letting the sunlight flash into your dorm. A sigh slipped your mouth once the rays engulfed your skin.

A small gleem was seen in Wednesdays eyes when she stared at the sight before her. Cold. Very cold hands ran across your forearms tracing the dark, black, veins that exposed your emptiness like a lost city for forgotten souls.

"Once you ascend, it is up to your body to decide when.." you stopped letting your words play in your head before letting the girl in front of you know. "when you die."

"But when you ascend before the date you are given-" Wednesdays eyes wandered to the white veins that lead to your chest. You hummed sadly letting your own words finally process. "You immediately die." You waited for her response but her fingers traces the faces that led to the vein in your neck.

"You're dead."

Letting her words play in your head, realization settled on you. You died. You were dead. You always wondered what death felt like but dealing with ascending you never noticed when your heart stopped, wait. Did your heart stop?

"I am." You answered searching for a reaction from the girl in front of you. She placed her index finger on a single vein that traveled along your shoulder to your chest. Furrowing your eyebrows, you made your way to the restroom tossing off the muscle shirt following the red vein that stopped at your heart. Your eyes drained color, as you gripped the table as the empty vessels vanished from your skin.

"Why-" You bolted out the bathroom grabbing a clean sweater, with Wednesday hot on your tail. Anger radiating from your skin, you wrapped your fingers around the chair that sat against the desk throwing it against the wall. Wednesday froze at the burst of emotions she could feel coming from you. Your chest heaving and tears flooded your eyes the small girl acted fast.

Cold. Again. Cold hands were placed against your cheeks tilting your head down to meet dark eyes. Wednesday kept her eyes glued into yours,

"Hey, let it go. I am here." unclenching your fists your hands made its way to the smaller girls waist feeling her body tense against you. You nodded pulling away rather quickly grabbing the bracelet off the ground placing it onto your wrist.

"I have to go to Weems." You whispered sighing lightly pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Why must you go to the principal?" Wednesday asked following you to the door. Ever since the incident with the ascending Wednesday knew being next to you is more important than finding out who was the hyde. What did she need more?.. You or the hyde? You opened the door wider letting Wednesday out first,

"I am a Pure Blood." She lifted her eyebrow confused about the name, You walked out closing the door behind you.

"This is bad. So. So. Bad." You mumbled walking down the hall, as if you could read the girls mind; you continued.

"I am one of the first of the bloodlines to ascend at a young age which is already bad since i am the new 'Alucard' and... i am a Pure Blood. It is mandatory to stand with the council."

"And what is bad about the council?" Wednesday asked. The question caused unpleasant memories flash in your head. You both finally made it to the Main hall. You cleared your throat attempting to hide the whimper that desperately wanted to crawl out your mouth.

"They killed my brother."

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"Dracula. Please have a seat.” Principal Weems spoke as she extended her hand to the chair in front of her. Her eyes darted from you to Wednesday letting a small smile creep onto her pale face.

“I see you been spending more time with each other, how delightful!” Wednesday rolled her eyes at Weems preppy tone and you shook your head trying to shake off the heat tinting on your cheeks.

“Principal Weems, I need to see him.” You spoke looking up at the woman with a face that held serious emotion. You were an asshole.. a kind one at heart. Everyone knew you for your mischievous acts. The shits and giggles you supplied to everyone just to brighten up anyone who needed it. You’d rather shine light onto a pit of darkness then use it for yourself when you needed it most. That’s just… you. Placing yourself last for the sake of someone else’s happiness. You licked your lips continuing-

“I am a Pure Blood.” Weems nodded, leaning forward interlocking her fingers in front of her. “I know you are.” You nodded, unzipping your jacket letting the main vein become visible to the principals eye.

“I have to stand with the Council on my birthday, and we both know that cannot happen.” Weems furrowed her eyebrows trying to grasp everything at once. You zipped up the jacket placing your hands on her desk.

“But you are from the first bloodline, why should there be any problems-“ once Weems finally pieced everything together you nodded her way taking the pen from her desk slowly slicing your palm letting the black blood drip onto her desk. “I am an Alucard Ascendent.. and a Pure Blood. The council is going to come for me.”

Weems nodded grabbing the phone from her jacket dialing a number as she placed the phone against her ear. She stood from her seat walking towards the window once you heard a voice on the line. After a few minutes of “yes” “mhm” “no of course not.” And “tonight is perfect.” You knew it was a sealed deal.

“Who do you need to see?” Wednesday whispered scooting her chair a little close to you. Huh, the cold hearted girl everyone states hates physical touch.. sure loves being near you. You opened your mouth to answer yet the door was swung open as a man with a killer smile walked in.

“Ah.. Y/n Dracula.” He sang, flashing a fanged smile your way. You stood extending your arm only to be pulled into a bone crushing hug.

“Reinfield. What a wonderful surprise seeing you again.”

-> ->

After what seemed like hours, it was the dead of night when a hand slapped the back of your head. Your head shot up to the man who snorted walking to the shed you four are now approaching.

"Get out of your head Dracula. We need your full focus for this." Reinfield encouraged you opening the door wider letting you all inside. You stood back letting Wednesday walk in with Principal Weems. Soon following in after them, you unscrew the cap from the water bottle you kept on the long journey far from Nevermore. Reinfield eyed the small girl who sent him a glare and stood next to you.

"Ah, the Alucard Ascendent has already found their chosen one. How splendid! This should be a breeze then!" The water seemed to stop midway down your throat causing the water to shoot out your mouth and nose. Covering your mouth, you sent a daggers towards the man who in return sent you a wide smile.

"I'm sorry? Chosen one?" Weems asked genuinely confused on the small celebration Reinfield was having across the room as he searched for a certain book amongst hundreds in front of him. You glanced at Wednesday to see a small tint of pink on her cheeks with her eyebrows knitted at the man as well.

"Forgive me, you must've skipped through the mating process. The dark precious girl that can't seem to leave the ascendents side is their mate."

If you never seen a reaction out of Wednesday well today was the day you did. A short gasp and cough was brought out of her and Weems eyes almost slipped out her sockets. You huffed walking and taking a seat on the last step of the staircase. Reinfields eyes slightly widen and a small laugh flew out his mouth.

"Oh? I see you have not told them this information." Growling softly, you placed your head into your hands muffling-

"No Rein.. I have not." Reinfield sent a shrug to the group grabbing a book hidden behind a book smiling widely.

"AH! Here we are." He set the book down onto the desk behind him waving his hand on top of the cover. Like magic, the book flipped open as the pages skeem through on its own.

"So for the first bloodline, when you become a Pure Blood you are gifted with a supernatural power that leads you to have a seat in the Council-" Rein started, which you already knew this information from years ago. You nodded letting the man continue, a nervous laugh came out of his mouth as he read over the new page.

"Your father, William Dracula; Fin Blood. Your mother, Jacqueline Dracula, mate of William Dracula. Your brother, Jaime Dracula; Pure Blood- where is that little delinquent anyways?" He asked looking up from the book. You met his eyes huffing softly-

"Dead. What powers did my father and brother recieve?" Reins small smile faded at the new found information looking back down at the book.

"William Dracula was a Fin Blood which is not Pure but he did receive Illusion and Jaime Dracula... Compulsion." You growled at the word igniting the deep resentment that played in your chest.

"Y/n Dracula, Pure Blood; Absorption..." Rein dragged out your power slowly looking up from the book once more, a poker face played on his as you backed up from the desk onto the center of the floor.

"No." You laughed out clutching your chest. "That can't be right."

"The book never lies Y/n." Rein spoke, "Now that you and the Council knows, they will stop at nothing to kill you. You are too powerful."

"What do you mean by absorption?" Weems asked taking a few looks at the book. Rein sighed taking a big step towards you as you took another back. Placing a hand out, your bones snapped causing you to drop to your knees. A loud wail flew out your mouth as Wednesday dug her nails into her palms.

"Let go Dracula. Embrace the pain."

"It fucking hurts!" You screamed out clutching your jacket trying your best to ignore the loud voices in your head.

"Listen to the voice." He demanded. The voice. The voice that brought you back multiple times when Wednesday was not around to help.

Embrace the pain

Soon your golden eyes widen at the pain wearing off, you stood to your feet patting down your arms checking for any signs of damage.

Release

Reinfield dropped onto the floor gripping his chest as he groaned at the new found pain. "There we go..." You ignored his words taking a step towards the man. "Alright... let me go." You blinked and the man gasped letting go of his blazer attempting to catch his breath.

"That seemed easy." As if it was all a joke, the air was sucked out of your lungs and you fell back to your knees wrapping your hands around your throat,

"Nothing's ever easy." Reinfield spoke standing onto his feet hovering over you. You grunted trying to control the uncomfortableness of your throat closing. You're dead. Why do you feel like you can not breathe? Weems took a step forward catching Reins attention, he stopped his games turning towards the tall woman waving his hand.

"You cannot throw this this on a child. A new power that his foreign to them." Weems growled placing a hand on the mans arm. He hummed turning his body away from you, fresh air shot into your nostrils as you laid your back against the ground. Arms were wrapped around your torso as your body was being pulled into Wednesdays lap.

"You're right, but by the looks of it... we have four days until the Council knows the ascendents location, and that gives us two more days till they arrive." Rein explained to Weems. You heard the race in the mans heart, for the first time in your life you felt the anxiousness from the man.

"So, we have five days to prepare...very well." Weems spoke walking towards the staircase sparing one last glance to you. "Your training starts tomorrow." You nodded sitting up. You leaned your head against the girls shoulder which caused her body to tense.

"Took a toll on you like that Alex boy?" Wednesday whispered, you chuckled shaking your head.

"You should see the James guy I had to deal with." A faint smile creeped onto the girls face as you coughed out blood. You lifted your hand wiping the dark substance off your lip shaking your head at Wednesdays reaction.

"Yes, we still bleed." You joked standing up to your feet lending out a hand for the girl. Eyeing your actions, her hand made home into yours as you pulled her onto her feet. Your eyes traveled to the her own when a small smile appeared on your face. Nodding your way to the staircase, Wednesday followed behind you up the stairs.

"With what blood?" The girl asked, you chuckled lightly, turning your head her way.

"I'll let you add that to your list of 'Unsolved Mysteries'" you quoted with your fingers sending her a playful look. Wednesday rolled her eyes pushing you up the stairs.

"Come on, go." She ordered you gently pushing you up the remaining stairs to the door.

Reinfield watched from the towers of books with a sad smile on his face. He knew someone young like you was far from ready for the darkness the council will bring, but one thing he knew for sure was that you had someone who will give you the sight to see the light that will help you in the end.

Meanwhile...

Crying of a woman echoed from the walls of an abandoned cathedral. Pools of blood coated the mans feet as he drained the lifeless body in his arms. The cries of the woman began to grow much louder when the hooded man released his bite letting the man drop onto the floor. A satisfied sigh was heard from him as he lifted his head to the ceiling.

"I'm going to ask you again...." The man started wiping the blood from his chin then proceeding to lick the remains on his fingers. "Where is the Young Ascendent?"

The woman viciously shook her head lending out her hand, "Please.. I know nothing of the Young Asced-" a hand was wrapped around the woman's neck as she was lifted up from the ground. With her feet dangling, an evil smile spread across the mans face he brought her close,

"Ah, but you do. You knew of the turning of your son and yet you let the poor boy run off to kill a powerful being. How stupid could you be?" The woman sobbed shaking her head,

"Please, we needed the money to leave." She admitted, he scoffed releasing her from his grip as she fell to the floor.

"I need to get to the child before the Council does, are you not understanding?" He roared out, the shadows in the darkness shivered in fear when the man kneeled infront of the woman.

"Where did they go? You tell me and i will let you walk away." she cried shaking her head, the silence was causing the man to growl when she lifted her head to speak.

"Nevermore."

A grin plastered onto his face when the woman spoke. Nodding, he walked to the chair that sat in the middle of the altar waving his hand. The woman looked into the darkness seeing fanged smiles approaching her. Cries were heard from the woman when the man took a seat onto the 'throne'. His hands made way to his hood slowly dropping to his shoulders. An older man stood by the throne watching the New Bloods rip the woman apart.

"Are you going to kill the Young Ascendent?"

"No, I am trying to save them. We leave at sunrise." he spoke leaning his head back shutting his eyes letting the horrid sounds soothe his mind.

"Yes Alucard."

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I have realized a lot these past two weeks. One, i CANNOT live without wifi. Two, i think i have a crush on a girl. i haven't really took the time to actually sort my feelings and well now that i have since i didnt have wifi? shit dude lol. Oh and Three, my music is getting somewhere lol.

Thank you for listening.

And thank you for reading!!

Im not good at tag lists, but-

@awolfcsworld @myfturn @l4venderia @natashamaximoff69

now here i go writing the new chapter, give me a week or two lol.

[fisherrprince]

Uh I think I missed the OC ask game (and don't know if you're still doing it aha), but I AM super curious about Cherry and Scylla if you have any miscellaneous fun facts about them? No pressure if you're low on spoons, though!

NAWT a problem they are in my brain rotating at high speeds!!! Here are very very miscellaneous fun facts about them

Cherry is five foot ten, but she gets up to six foot four with the raptor feet. She’s also really long and lanky, so she looks like a forest monster with her hair grown out.

Scylla is five foot two.

She also often wears big hiking platform boots so she’s not five foot two. She hates being shorter than the interns.

Cherry’s way of showing affection is by doing acts of service or giving others little trinkets and such. Scylla loves this, bc just because she’s butch DOESNT mean she can’t have many LITTLE TREATS. Usually in the form of nice smelling soaps or fancy foods or what have you.

Scylla. Is a loser. Don’t let the fancy treats and good clothes and practiced introduction fool you. Her way of showing affection is to make a dying goose noise, and then clap you on the back too hard. Maybe, if you are VERY LUCKY, she will hold your hand without getting too embarrassed about ten seconds in. Cherry simply doesn’t notice these things

Cherry tends to be very cheerful and talkative, and Scylla tends to be very quiet and stoic. When they’re stressed out their personalities swap to quiet and chattery!

They are both persistently a lil greasy. From the mechanics. Just a lil grimey

Their company works with automation and robotics as well as public defense and social reconstruction. It’s a bit of an everything, being a post-apocalyptic company town. Is it a government? Uhhhh sure

Scylla sounds like lowrange Kimberly Brooks (kinda like in scooby doo, but not nearly as growly as her jasper voice), Charybdis sounds like Nola Klop’s midrange/Ena (meanie) voice

Charybdis is not her birth name. What is it? I don’t know. Either I’ll come up with an in-universe explanation or it’ll never get expanded upon because it doesn’t matter 👍

Cherry has a super low pain tolerance and also walking the way she does strains her back and thighs. At least Scylla has strong hands if she would stop spluttering and help

Scylla’s favorite holiday is scraps sale day when the trains come by to trade and sell a bunch of nonsense. Cherry’s favorite holiday is Halloween!

Cherry tends to shove things down when she’s mad or upset, because being upset outwardly is not allowed and very rude, in her brain. She doesn’t like the sensation of being mad, either. Scylla will make it known when she’s not happy, and even though she’s aware she’s doing it she can sometimes get carried away being mad before she calms down and it’s fine actually she just had to be mad for a second. Her griping is often meant to be mutual and fun, Cherry doesn’t understand that and gets worried.

Scyl hates horror movies, Cherry likes them. Scylla would rather watch an action film or an old western than a slow creeping psychological horror that has really cool puppets I promise scyl they’re SO cool

Cherry once had a month long obsession with yo-yo tricks so she can do some SICK YO-YO TRICKS. She does not broadcast this it’s a hidden talent of hers.

Scylla’s hidden talent would be animal handling. She can shear a mean sheep and hold a mean chicken.

[afewproblems]

AO3 First Lines Tag Game

I was tagged by @2btheanswertothequestion thank you so much for the opportunity!

Rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published ao3 stories (if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics) 

(I definitely cheated a lil bit and included the first blurb of each fic)

You can Only Remember What You Want To Forget

Stranger Things, Steddie, WIP, 4K, Misunderstandings

"Shit!” Steve hisses, wrenching his face away from the open oven door as a cloud of hot moist air rushes out, he wipes his face with the free hand not holding the oven door handle. 

“You good man?” Robin laughs from where she’s perched on the counter, her dangling legs swing joyfully back and forth. 

“Peachy,” Steve mutters, grabbing a hot-cloth to pull out the baking tray, he shakes the mini pigs in a blanket around to dislodge them from the foil before putting the tray back onto the middle rack, “put on another fifteen would ya?” he says over his shoulder to Robin.

Just A Little Push

Stranger Things, Steddie, 2K, Meddling Gareth, mutual pining.

This was the last straw, Gareth thinks to himself, his face in his hands, fingers dangerously close to plunging themselves into his eyes. 

“I can’t take it anymore man,” Gareth groans as Jeff takes a seat at their favorite table. It’s tucked away into the far corner of the Hideaway, the thick shiny veneer has been dulled over the years and the honey wood beneath is covered in thick layers of graffiti and carved initials. Jeff is particularly proud of the Metallica logo he painstakingly free-drew out on one of the corners while the bartender wasn’t looking. 

A Clear and Present Threat of Tongue

Stranger Things, Steddie, 5K, Mutual Pining, inspired by New Girl 

It’s all Gareth's fault in hindsight. 

As his best friend and confidant, Gareth really should have taken Eddie’s feelings into account when he suggested a party out loud in front of everyone.

Warm My Cold and Tired Heart

Stranger Things, Steddie, 24K, Whump, Getting Together

Steve slowly walks around the cluttered and dirty boat house, armed with an oar and reflexes honed from years of basketball and baseball practice. He ignores the irritable scoffs and doubting gaze that Dustin keeps shooting him from the sidelines as he prods the lumpy tarps draped over the single boat. Dappled moonlight barely streams through grimey windows, while the smell of gasoline and mold stings sharply in his nose. Steve tamps down the urge to rub at his face, it's not a pleasant smell by any means but it's not the fetid stench of the Upside Down, this one still holds notes of the living rather than the decay of the Otherworld.

Ice Cream Sundaes and Cherry Lips

Stranger Things, Steddie, 1.3K, Scoops Era, alternate meeting

Eddie wasn't sure what he had done to deserve this. 

Hawkins finally opens a shitty new mall to loiter in, deal behind, and peruse music at. 

An air-conditioned building within driving distance for Eddie and Gareth, the only two in their band who had gotten their license --what Jeff was waiting for was anyone's guess, and there was only one rent-a-cop that slept in his office every day from noon to four.

It should have been paradise! Eddie was owed paradise God Dammit.

Always Quick and Never Painless

Stranger Things, Steddie, 3.8K, Mutual Pining,whump

Steve always falls first, falls fastest.

It happened three years ago with Nancy, it happened with Robin back before the bathroom confession cemented their platonic soulmate status. It happened with Lauren MacNeal in Steve's freshman year, and Cindy Carlile back when he was eight years old.

He knows himself and knows the beginning stages. It's always quick and never painless, and seems to hurt more with every passing year. A dull ache in his chest that throbs and whispers darkly, 'remember Harrington, you'll always be bullshit'.

And when he finds himself falling for one Eddie Munson, he knows exactly when it starts.

To Trust an Unknown Future 

Moon Knight, Moon Knight System, Adventure, Mystery, incomplete, 6.4K 

Marc opens his eyes to sunlight streaming across his bed. He breathes in deeply and shifts to his side, arching his back in a nearly feline stretch as he does so. His dark eyes fall on the figure asleep in the mirror beside him. Steven, his face is soft with sleep, curls draped over his forehead. Marc can’t help the smile that spreads over his lips at the sight.

The Safety of Darkness 

Moon Knight, Moon Knight System, 900 words, Whump

Sunlight streams across honey wood floors as dust motes sparkle and dance in the air, Marc waves a tiny hand through them and grins at how they undulate. The purple Hot Wheel he’s holding careens over imaginary curbs -dust motes the engine’s exhaust.

Marc raises his head from the pillow on his bed, his eyes trained on the door. He pauses to listen for a moment, the room is quiet save for the light bird song trickling in from the open window next to him. He breathes out through his nose slowly in relief and brings his gaze back to the toy above his head.

Wayward Miracles

Daredevil, Fratt, It's A Wonderful Life AU, 2.5K

"This, this is the shit I’m talkin' about Red," Frank growls as he smooths the gauze pad over the newly stitched gash on Matt's stomach.

It hadn’t been an easy evening.

Frank had been a block away when the fire fight started, navigating the quiet winter streets that were still bustling with New Yorkers on their way out of town for the holidays. While Matt had mentioned where he would be patrolling that evening he had left out, conveniently , the thieves he had been tracking for weeks. Thieves who also happened to carry a plethora of weapons, a generous gift from Wilson Fisk; Matt may have neglected to mention that as well.

See You Around Red

Daredevil, Gen, can be read as pre Fratt, Season 3 alternate beginning.

“We should kill this son of a bitch,” a voice says above him, muffled and clipped as though underwater. A swift kick to Matt’s rib cage reaffirms the thugs position on the matter.

“Nah man,” a second voice pants, slightly farther to the right, “leave him.”

Footfalls, heavy boots crunching against the broken glass, announce the other man’s path back towards the van. An irritated scoff floats down to where Matt lays, the ebb and flow of movement and sound nearly non-existent after the many blows to his head.

No pressure if you've already done this one but I'd like to tag: @flowercrowngods @steddierthings @strangersteddierthings @outpastthebrakers @henderdads @monstrousfemale

[knifvd]

@ryusxnka asked : " There was nothing more you could have done. "

               (  you  wonder  if  he  knows  .  it's  a  grimey  feeling  :  the  anger  boiling  beneath  your  skin  , burns  loud  ,  burns  bright  ,  grey  girl  of  ice  singeing  herself  at  the  touch  .  you  wonder  if  he  knows  .  blank  stares  are  all  that  you've  offered  ,  all  you  can  offer  all  you  can  MUSTER  .  anger  is  hot  and  bitter  ,  never  been  much  of  a  DRINKER  ,  but  it's  what  you  can  only  assume  your  father  of  person  past  was  so  addicted  to  .  the  anger  or  the  booze  ?  they  look  the  same  to  you  .  you  wonder  if  he  knows  .  wondering  child  you  are  ,  even  as  you  ache  ,  you  wonder  ,  you  think  ,  you  explore  .  you  wonder  if  he  knows  .  you  wonder  if  he  knows  ,  knows  there's  nothing  left  :  talk  to  his  squad  member  as  much  as  he'd  like  but  there's  been  a  long  TIME  since  there  was  anything  left  inside  of  you  .  they'd  done  good  job  beating  it  out  of  you  ,  leaving  nothing  but  frost  at  in  the  shell  of  who  you  used  to  be  .   )

               "  there  was  nothing  more  you  could  have  done  .  "  it's  an  ODD  SENSATION  ,  she  knows  it  must  be  ,  to  take  comfort  in  something  so  pulled  away  :  even  now  he's  nothing  short  of  tragedy  .  (   tragedy  recognizes  TRAGEDY  :  no  less  than  looking  in  a  mirror  when  seeing  features  ,  bred  from  the  same  ice  you  take  so  much  comfort  in  .  athiest  angel  you  are,  you  pray  for  better  days  for  the  two  of  you  :  for  the  things  you  don't  speak  about  ,  can't  speak  about  .  )  "  there  was  nothing  more  you  could  have  done  .  "

              aiko  doesn't  look  from  the  training  dummy  :  mind  not  as  hands  bleed  crimson  ,  as  strike  after  STRIKE  finds  it's  way  to  the  training  dummy  .  blood  decorates  it  like  peculiar crimson  stars  ,  and  only  when  she  pauses  does  the  sigh  of  relief  she  DIDN'T  know  she  was  taking  escape  her  lips  .  (   you  should've  been  better  .  you  should've  been  better  .  NOT  SURE  who  speaks  it  into  her  brain  ,  but  sounds  like  familiar  voice  she  spent  years  dreading  .  scrub  it  from  your  brain  as  much  as  you'd  LIKE  , but  it's  still  woven  into  your  soul  .  know  it  because  everytime  you  hear  something  even  SIMILAR  to  him  it  most  nearly  brings  you  to  your  knees  .  )  tries  to  believe  his  words  ,  hands  trembling  as  she  OPENS  and  closes  ,  opens  and  CLOSES  .  little  red  moons  that  match  the  DUMMY'S  stars  find  themselves  on  her  palms  ,  raw  skin  purpling  and  bruising  around  knuckles  .  she  bleeds  red  .  even  now  ,  she  bleeds  red  .

        (  HE  COULDN'T  get  it  .  not  all  of  it  .  spent  years  of  your  life  SCRUBBING  you  of  anything  close  to  human  ,  only  for  it  to  be  broken  down  by  that  of  those  who  should've  cared  for  you  .  it  was  supposed  to  be  your  new  chance  at  LIFE  . "  life  .  "  scrubbed  you  of  it  in  order  to  make  you  nothing  short  of  canvas  but  they  painted  all  over  you  ,  and  you're  left  with  nothing  but  the  anger  of  tragedy  girl  you  were  ,  you  are  ,  and  will  be  .  it  follows  you  .  even  now  .  tragedy  .  maybe  that's  why  you  fail  .  maybe  dad  was  right  .  failure  girl  you  were  ,  you  are  ,  and  will  be  .  )

       reaper  hasn't  looked  at  her  captain  once  .  "  thanks  ,  "  voice  small  ,  flat  ,  lingers  with  some  kind  of  finality .  voice  still  freezes  over  with  ice  ,  almost  enough  that  would  put  her  captain's  to  shame  .  hands  to  dig  back  into  palms  , back  into  cut  crescent  moons  ,  as  she  strikes  the  wooden  DUMMY  once  more  ,  widening  injury  on  knuckles  :  wooden  mask  on  it  to  crack  in  half  at  her  actions  ,  littered  with  her  own  blood  .

          (  there  was  nothing  more  you  could  have  done  .  so  ,  you  two  fall  back  into  the  fun  little  game you two share .  he  tells  you  lies  that  he  does  not   believe  ,  and  you  choke  them  down  without  a  chaser  ,  and  see  who  falters  first  .  )

                                   𝙈𝙄𝙎𝘾. 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙎𝙏. 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜!

[prometheusinitiative]

“Hello, and thank you for your interest in our program…."

Hair recently re-braided with most of the loose ends tucked in, face scrubbed, grimey nails clipped and kempt, and her best non-stained white shirt put on: Kezia was so ready for this! Her hands shook with anticipation as the recording continued… or maybe because she was about four coffees in for the day? Whatever, who’s counting! She had already listened to this message a handful of rounds, closing it carefully each time to make sure she hadn’t accidentally pressed the silver button to continue.

"...Whenever you’re ready to move on to the next prompt, please press the round silver button below the screen.”

Now was the time! Button, finally pressed—This was going to be so easy! 

“What draws you towards working with Ascentsy? What can we offer you? What can you offer us?”

Kezia opened her mouth to speak, but all that escaped was a raspy whisper. Flustered she took a sip of water—yes, water—cleared her throat, and continued:

“The ability to not only explore new possibilities in the unknown fields of engineering, but to take my abilities and apply them to a better future for the world…What more could we BOTH want! New problems are around every corner with how things have changed, and we need a solution to each—so, lets innovate!” Her hands move forward into the screen range as she smacks the button with vigor.

“Do you consider yourself more of an independent worker, or a team player?”

She seems to sit back slightly and think, but not in a chair… this spunky woman’s knees are seen barely inside the camera’s range as she pivots the weight onto the balls of her feet. The suitcase is sitting on the floor while she haunches over it squatting.

“I can work in either situation! I tend to be a bit more independent as I thoroughly examine all of my own work, but you know, more minds together makes the machine tick!” Click! Another press of the button. She was feeling confident!

“Where do you see yourself a month in the future? A year? A decade?”

Oh, now it was getting a bit more tough. Kezia seemed pensive as she fiddles with the ends of her braid, all before snapping her fingers and raising index to the sky.

“Month in, hopefully workin’ with you all!” Ahem, she adjusted her posture in an attempt at professionalism. Don’t get carried away!

“And in the future?... I really hope I can make some “new-type” of machine. Something the world has never seen… Listen, I know to some it’s a little crazy and extremely non-specific, but with all this shit that’s gone down since 2020, there’s a lot of new stuff being investigated. I really think this is a great time to innovate as much as help others. Sure, the method might be a little.. rough, even controversial at times, but someone has to make steps to keep pushing through, you know? We have to help make everyone’s life a little easier. What if we could make instant fabricators that help spin junk materials into useful items on the spot, or utilize new energy methods that give ten-fold the power of what nuclear energies can with a fraction of the hassle or toxic waste? I want to explore all these possibilities and more—it just depends on what problems we want to face first!” Again, hand reaching towards the screen is now visibly shaking as the button makes another audible ‘click’. Maybe that was a bit too forward, but she wants to be true about how hard she’s working and no one is going to stop her at that!

“A paranatural disaster strikes the building– the first things you notice are how the lights cut out and the air grows thin. What’s the first thing you do? Anything you’d prioritize?”

Kezia stops almost entirely after a sharp inhale of breath: Shaking stops, eyes locked to the screen… the overwhelming silence feels as if the feed has glitched, save for the light rattle of electrical noise and flicker from her garage lights. 

Exhale, hair fiddle, thought, flick—Her attitude had almost completely flipped.

“Have my pocket light or phone ready. Find air, fast. Examine the situation, find solution. It varies on each disaster, but there has to be a way through. Once I know I’m functioning, I can double back to help others.” Silver button is pressed even more hurriedly than before.

“Tell us about a time you experienced failure, and what you learned from that moment.”

Her emotion changed just as fast as the next question rolled in, this one seeming to weight much less heavily on her mind.

“So, I once refurbished a car—real piece of junk. Whole exterior was covered in rust, engine needed completely rebuilt, carb was shot, the whole bit, but you know, if I can get it to work it’ll be real helpful to get around, just in case, ya? So after months, I find enough spare parts and pieces to get the basics in, but completely forget to fix up the speedometer, and—” Her voice trails off as a series of microphone-scratching clanks and thumping is heard. Kezia had forgotten that interview case still needed to be in earshot and was, in fact, not like a phone headset. Her footsteps are clearer than ever, the scratch of rock or metals stuck in shoe treads, but barely the rest of her rambling conversation… probably for the better of the interviewee.

“So yeah! That’s it! If you have questions, please feel free to reach out for any clarity and I’ll be glad to respond.”

The video cuts out as the final, albeit awful, response is recorded.

“Thank you for your response. Please return this case by the same means it was delivered to you….”

Another sharp exhale and breathless words escaped. 

“Huh… that wasn’t so bad! Now, what to do in the mean time…Ah! Right!”

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ prompt: "just remember, he's not the one who taught you how to kiss." / "i loved you before i even knew what the word meant."

♡ character: roy harper / arsenal

♡ pronouns used: she / her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i even put on my good glasses to write this. it's that serious when it comes to him !! and i'm a sucker for jealous and possessive roy harper.

"wow, everything feels different," you whispered to Dick as you shoved your things into his car trunk. he chuckled, allowing you to soak in that grimey Gotham City air. "not much as changed since you left but it's nice to have you back," Dick said as he unlocked the door, "feels weird but I'm excited to be back."

you had left when you eighteen to work out and establish a teen titans out in the west coast and it had been a little over half a decade when you decided it was time to return to the place you called home. there had been a few times when you had to return to Gotham but the occasions were far and few between. you hardly had enough time to greet everyone and the longest you had stayed was three days max.

when you first left for Nevada, you had left the titans with everyone you grew up with still apart of the team and now, there were add ons to the team and kids who you had no idea of or yet to meet. you were excited to greet the new titans although you knew you had a lot of reintroducing to do for yourself to your former friends.

"how did you find a place in Gotham so quickly? Bruce told me the housing market isn't all too great right now," Dick asked. you laughed, "I might've called a few people to help me out but that's not the point! how is everyone?" you asked excitedly.

when you had accepted to move out there to join the titans, you had left a lot of your friends behind to help to help establish it. relationships were also something you left and that had to be one of the hardest thing when it came to leaving for Vegas. your relationship with Roy Harper had to end.

+

"Roy, there's nothing stopping you from joining me in Vegas. you and I could make a great team out there," you said, grabbing his hand. Roy shook his head no, "I can't leave everyone here. maybe you can but I couldn't, I'm sorry," he replied, trying to tug his hand back.

you sighed, sitting down on the curb and looking at the red head, "do you think long distance would work?" you asked quietly knowing exactly the answer. Roy followed and sat down next to you, "maybe? it'd be hard to try and work it out," he said not knowing what to do. he wanted to make the relationship work as much as you did but it was almost impossible to try and make long distance work when you lived so far from each other.

"if I find out that you're out there killing yourself and you don't return to me when you're done with those kids, I'll go out to Vegas myself and find you," Roy threatened jokingly. you shoved him playfully before staring at him, "Roy, I think you might be the one I need to worry about. you're hot. you're going to be married with kids by the time I come back."

Roy shook his head no.

"I wouldn't let some random girl just steal me away. they'll have hard shoes to fill in."

Roy grabbed your cheek and brought you in for a steaming kiss. the night had fallen over Gotham as you climbed on top of his lap, allowing him to make the kiss deeper. you were not prepared to let it get this steamy in public but hell, no one was around and you were sure if there was anyone near, they wouldn't be able to see what you and Roy were doing.

"and you're saying I'm going to be the one with kids and a partner," Roy joked as you pulled away. you chuckled, laying your head on his shoulder, "maybe I will be but he won't be you," you complained. Roy smirked as he pulled you in for another kiss. "damn right he won't be. just remember, whoever dates you, he won't be me. he wasn't the one who taught you how to kiss, he wasn't your first time, and he sure as hell wasn't your first love. that was all done by me," Roy boasted.

you rolled your eyes at his gloating before getting up. you knew it was getting to be late and Diana wanted you up and out of Gotham by early morning. Roy hesitated on letting you get up, not wanting this moment to end. you pulled your hair up into a ponytail as Roy stood up himself.

"better visit me in Vegas, Harper," you stated, giving him one final kiss. he quickly returned it, "and you better do the same."

+

that was nearly eight years ago and there had been a lot that happened between that time. you were now in your mid twenties with a real job in the day and strict vigilante work at night. you were not longer that teenager that was with Roy at the park all those years ago.

you had heard of Roy's life from word of mouth by heroes and sidekicks alike. you wanted to so badly go and help Roy but every time you tried, someone was there to stop you. you had a few boyfriends within your time spent in Vegas but nothing ever came from them. they weren't Roy.

"who are you visiting first?" Dick asked, giving you a knowing look. much like everyone expected, they all assumed you and Roy would be the first to reunite. you did in fact want to see Roy but you had no clue if he thought the same. he had a kid, possibly a girlfriend, and you were no homewrecker. "maybe Donna? Garth? I haven't decided that yet," you responded.

Dick remained silent, not really sure if he was within his right to ask you about Roy.

"well, I know you need to move in and unpack so I'll leave you alone for at least tonight," Dick said as he stopped in front of your house, "make sure you get out for some air later. you don't need to be coped up inside all day."

you nodded as you let him take out your things from his trunk. you had went to Gotham a month prior to today and moved a few things in yourself such as furniture and electronics so now it was mostly your clothes and anything you couldn't bring in the first time.

you quickly got to work, putting things away and cleaning off anything that got dirty within the time that you were away. you were happy with the decision you had made when you decided to take some things off your plate before you fully moved back to Gotham. you were beyond thankful for Dick who had talked to Bruce to let you work for him. you were working strictly under his brother Tim as his assistant.

by the time you finished cleaning and fixing up your home, you had a few missed calls from Dick and surprisingly Donna who you had no idea was even back in Gotham. you made a call back to Dick who instantly picked up. you heard the loud music from wherever he was.

"HEY! YOU SHOULD TOTALLY MEET ME IN BLUDHAVEN! A FEW OF US DECIDED TO MEET UP!" Dick screamed from the other side of the phone. you laughed quietly, "Dick, I'm tired. it's been a long day, can I meet you guys tomorrow?" you asked. you heard shuffling and someone getting the phone, "sorry ( your name ), he's drunk. of course you can see us tomorrow," you heard Donna say. you thank her before talking to her a bit more.

you hadn't spoken to Donna in months and it was comforting to hear her voice. you realized that it was basically impossible to try and talk to Donna with the loud music going on in the back ground. you gave her your goodbyes before grabbing your keys and heading towards you car to get the much needed food you were craving.

you had been craving a good Gotham burger for so long so you immediately booked it to Casey's. although the winter months were crawling into Gotham City, it was still relatively okay to sit outside and enjoy your burger. you wanted to take in your hometown and think of everything that happened while you lived here but that was quickly short lived when you heard a clearing of a throat.

setting your burger aside, you saw the familiar bright red hair staring down at you. you felt your eyes water at the sight of Roy. you had no idea how he even figured out that you were even here but Roy quickly grabbed your wrist, making you drop your food by accident, and pulled you to a more secluded area.

"hey," you whispered, not knowing what to say. he didn't bother to respond as he smashed his lips on yours. you were taken back, very much confused but let him continue. your lips tasted like saltiness and ketchup when Roy had pulled away, "hey," he finally replied.

the two of you remained silent as you couldn't exactly say anything, "I missed you," Roy finally said as he grabbed your hand softly and pulled you in for a hug. you let yourself stay in his arms for a while, "missed you too Roy," you whispered back. he chuckled as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

"you've grown up. you look great," he said finally looking at you all together. you smiled, a warm feeling creeping up on your face, "you do too. you're still as cute as I remember you," you joked. Roy waved off your compliment, "you have no idea how badly I want to kiss you again," Roy confessed, hesitating on kissing you once again, "I don't want to get my hopes up in case you aren't single."

you smiled, placing a kiss on his lips once again.

"I'm just as single as when I left Gotham," you told him as a smile creeped up on your face, "I heard everything that happened with you while I was gone and I didn't want to overstep my boundaries in case you were still with Lian's mother. I mean, I couldn't have imagined that you even liked me."

Roy's eyes widened as he shook off what you said.

"me? not in love with you?" he asked. you shrugged unknowingly, "I mean, you had a fucking kid Roy! sorry for not holding onto what you said when we were eighteen." Roy sighed, "I love Lian with my whole heart. she's my pride and joy but her mother and I are not even remotely together. i loved you before i even knew what the word meant and Jade never even came close."

your heart race at what Roy was saying.

"I want us to pick up where we left off. I want us again," you knew that it would be a bit harder than Roy was making it seem but being with Roy was what you knew was right. with Roy having a kid, that made things a tad bit more difficult because you knew Jade would always be an issue but hell, you were willing to risk whatever happens to be with Roy again.

"Roy, I think we both know what my answer is," you whispered before closing the gap and pulling him in for another kiss, "Dick had a bet that it would take us a month before getting back together. think we should let him win?" he asked against your lips. you rolled your eyes because of course that asshole had a bet, "nah, we can make him suffer."

Roy laughed as he pressed you against him, giving you a long and overdue hug, "you're right. we can tell them tomorrow. I want to spend my night with you," he whispered in your ear.