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I think the reason people say there are two versions of this scene is because the leaker said at first that Karen was going to die. But no, they filmed the same scene for days. It's just one scene shot from different angles.
Karen will be fine
#i just hope foggy is safe too#foggy nelson#daredevil#foggynelson#elden henson#born again#bts born again
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Day 12. Monster-kinktober: Hybrid + Omegaverse/Anonymous Sex
A/N: Thanks to @teratophilexfor the brainstorming of this one! The anonymous part is questionable here, and ended up being a bit softer than expected. Enjoy!
Were-bear x fem!reader || breeding, heat, cum inflation, marking
When you start feeling the burning sensation of your heat hitting your body, you are in the worst place possible. You went out with your friends to your usual bar, nothing major, not that many people around⊠But way too many alphas and betas ready to take a vulnerable omega about to be horny as fuck. You start feeling your knees going weak and heat pooling in your lower abdomen, and you just know you canât get out of there fast enough. You try to make your way to the bathroom, maybe if you close yourself there nobody will notice and you could escape when people leave.
But you arenât that lucky.
As you walk to the bathroom, everyone in your paths turns around, your friends look at you scandalized and scared, all of them other omegas that have zero chance of helping you in that moment. You try to go faster, but your legs are trembling as you feel slick drenching your panties. Some werewolf grunts when you pass by and your scent hits him. Some other monsters growl, and by the time you are at the bathroom door, you can hear feet pounding on the ground as they follow you.
You have enough time to close yourself in a tiny stall when the first wave of heat hits you, and fear covers your scent as you listen to all the growls and grunts of all the monsters in the bar trying to get to you. You know the stall has a strong enough door, monster-proofed, but it still wonât be enough if all of them try to get to you at once. You are shivering on the toilet, your fear mixing with anxiety as another wave of heat hits you, when you hear the only voice that could calm you no matter what.
âOUT! EVERYBODY OUT!â He roars to all the monsters trying to get to you. You donât know what he did, but not three seconds later you can hear everyone leaving the bathroom. Only your tiny whimpers and a labored breathing can be heard inside the stall where you caged yourself.
You see a hand over the stall door first. Itâs a big hand with long claws and veins all over the back of it. You donât know if itâs the heat talking or you are just hyper-aware of everything, but even his hand looks sexy. You fold into yourself when another wave hits in response to his presence. When he peeks over the stall, you whimper, his giant body and cute ears making you groan with need.
âOh, honey⊠Wait here for a second, Iâll come back for you, okay?â You whimper, another wave hitting you and making you double over yourself. He coos at you and exits the bathroom. You hear some commotion outside and he comes back two seconds later. âLetâs get you out of this tiny bathroom,â he tells you, pulling you up and carrying you bridal style to the main area of the bar, a completely empty bar.
He puts you down and steps back. âWhereâs everybody?â You ask, confused. Not even your friends are there, what the fuck?
âI kick them out. Nobody should smell my mate in heat,â he growls the last part, possessively.
But you canât even process the rest of the words, just two resonating in your foggy brain. âYour mate?â You croak out, trying not to sound too hopeful.
âShit, forget I said that,â he says, looking regretfully to the ground. âI- I should take you home. Or wherever you want, someplace safe.â
âDo you want me to go?â You ask back, the hope you tried to repress surging inside of you like a tidal wave. And then you donât know if the hormones are talking or if you lost your mind completely, but you ask: âWould you⊠Would you be my heat-mate?â
He looks at you with eyes as big as plates, his cute round ears twitching over his head. Adorable. âYou⊠You want that?â
âYes,â you say simply. Maybe you lost your mind, but itâs the truth. You do what that. You do want him. Youâve wanted him since the first time you saw him, heâs the main reason you and your friends keep coming back to the bar, to see the eye-candy bar owner.
He looks so happy and joyful that this time you are the one who has to look down because it hurts to look at something so pretty. âOh, honey, Iâve been head over heels for you since I saw you enter my bar for the first time.â He lets out in a breath, so fast you barely catch what he says.
âReally?â You ask, confused and low-key embarrassed by his admission. Have you really been that stupid that you have been lusting after him and you didnât realize he felt the same way? âBut you neverâŠâ You try, but another wave hits you and your knees go weak, your legs giving out under you. You would have fallen to the floor if it wasnât for his big strong arms coming around your middle and keeping you upright.
âI didnât know if you wanted me,â he let out in a whisper, pulling you up and sitting you over the counter so he could lean down and press his forehead against yours. âDo you want me, honey?â His voice is almost broken.
âYes,â you whisper back, stretching your neck up trying to kiss him, but heâs so damn tall you canât quite reach, fuck. âWhy are you so fucking tall?â You curse as you grab him by the collar of his flannel shirt and pull him down harshly, pressing your mouth to his in a melting kiss.
He groans against his lips and you circle his waist with your legs, pressing your body to his completely. The contact makes you hyper-aware of your drenched pussy, the slick soaking your pants at that point. You were able to almost ignore the heat, but having him so close, his mouth right over yours⊠you canât ignore any longer. It hits you like a cement brick in the stomach and you whimper against his lips, biting and groaning, trying to get as close as him as possible, your movements frantic as the heat inside of you consumes every single thought in your brain.
Your hand travels down his big body, squeezing his pecs and making him moan against your open mouth. You grope and touch every inch of him you can, pulling at his clothes but not focusing enough to undress him. But when your hand finds his dick, you gasp, surprised by his size.
âYou are so hardâŠâ You tell him against his lips, not able to separate yourself more than a couple millimeters from his mouth. He tastes so good, itâs intoxicating. You drive in for another pantie-melting kiss until you both are gasping for air against each other mouths. You arenât even naked, and you already think this is the best heat youâve ever had.
âThat- thatâs⊠because of the bone,â he whispers, embarrassment making his cheeks go pink as you grab his hair and pull. He groans, and his cute bear-ears twitch, making you want to giggle. But the urge dies rapidly when your dumb-heat brain process what he just said.
âWhat bone?â You ask, pulling his head to the side and attacking his neck with your lips and teeth. He groans, grinding his hips against your hand, which is around his dick.
âWere-bears haveâŠâ He stops to groan when you squeeze his shaft. âWe have a bone that allows us to be hard for longer,â he explains between heavy breaths.
You are lost of words, your brain trying to process that heâs as hard as bone and he can go like that for a long time. âYou are perfect for my heat,â you blurt out without thinking. You rapidly cover your mouth, as if you could swallow those words back, but thereâs no use.
Heâs already smirking wickedly at you, his eyebrows raising in an insinuating manner. âAm I?â He asks, teasingly.
You canât take that look from him, your brain completely short-circuits and next thing you know you are once again devouring his mouth as your hands grab and pull at his hair with desperation. You feel your body being lifted from the counter, and he walks with his hands on your ass, climbing some stairs that you guess lead to his apartment over the bar. Convenient.
You kiss down his neck as he tries to get his keys from his pocket, holding you with only one hand and making you groan. Thatâs so hot. He curses when you bite down on the tendon, almost breaking the skin as you suck a big hickey right there. He curses some more when you grind your hips down over his hard as bone (pun intended) erection.
He finally opens the door and walks through like a man on a mission, closing behind him with his feet as he stomps into the next room where he puts you on a bed. You take your clothes off at the speed of light and open your legs for him to see how wet you are. He curses again, louder this time. Thereâs an edge of anger in his tone when he tries to open his shirt and ends up ripping it open, buttons flying everywhere as your hand finds your clit and you moan like a whore in heat (so like what you are).
âFuck me, fuck me, fuck meâŠâ You chant as he tries to get his boots and pants off as fast as possible, but your brain is too gone into the heat, you canât think of anything else apart from his dick. His dick inside of you, stretching you, pounding into you, breeding you. âI need you, I need you inside, please,â you beg as he growls at you, making your whole body tingle.
You hear another ripping sound and his pants are gone, his boxers pushed down enough to let his dick out. You gasp, your fingers moving faster looking at his huge dick. You donât know if he can even fit inside of you, but you donât care, you just need him inside as far as possible. He walks to the bed with his boots still on and his ripped clothes hanging from his body. He looks wild and feral, and you dig it. You want him more than youâve ever wanted anyone.
He moves your hand away, making you whine, but replaces it with his hot mouth, drinking your juices like you are the fountain of eternal youth and he canât get enough of it. Of you. He slurps around your slick center and sucks on your clit, making you come in a blink. You cry out and pull at his hair, asking for his dick without words, your brain too far gone to talk anymore. The orgasm didnât help, it only made you more desperate, more needy. The heat keeps getting stronger and stronger and it can only be sated by his dick.
When he positions himself over you and starts pushing inside, you move your hips urging him deeper, but he growls, his teeth falling to your neck and holding you there by your mating gland. You shiver, your body going languid under him, submitting completely. He keeps pushing into you, little by little, until you are panting and he bottoms out. You scream, and he bites you, marking you forever.
The combination of his dick and his bite makes your eyes roll back into your head and a new wave of slick gush around his length. He roars and starts pounding into you like a madman. Or a mad bear. His claws transform, picking at your hips where he grabs onto you. You scream again, your human nails scratching his back as he transforms a bit more, his body getting bigger, furrierâŠ
He pulls back a tiny fraction and back inside, making you scream as he growls over you. Soon after, heâs pounding into you with equal desperation, both of you fucking into a heat frenzy thatâs maddening. And the best thing that ever happened to you. His claws on your hips add a spark of pain that drives your mind into mush, the pleasure so high you canât hold back a scream when you came around him. More slick gushes out of you around his length still pounding into your needy hole.
And he does it again. And again.
And by the time he comes you have had at least five orgasms, but he doesnât stop. He fucks you over and over until you canât keep your eyes open, but you keep groaning every time he bottoms out. He comes inside of you a thousand of times, or at least it feels like it. But thanks to his special bear attributes he keeps going, and going. Filling you so much your stomach looks bloated. But youâve never felt so good.
By the time the clock hits three in the morning, the first big wave of your heat has passed, and you are lying exhausted on him, tracing tiny circles over his hairy chest. And then something crosses your mind, your body freezing as he hums in question.
âWait! Whatâs your name?â You ask, scandalized with yourself for falling into bed with a virtual stranger. He laughs so loud and hard you almost fall off his body.
#were-bear#were-bear x human#were-bear x reader#were-bear x you#monster#monster fucker#monster imagine#teratophillia#monster x human#monster x reader#terato#monster boyfriend#monster fuqqer#monster kink#monster love#monster lover#monster romance#monster smut#monster x you#monsterfucker#monsterfucking nsft#omegaverse#monstertober#kinktober#monsterkinktober
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àšâŻ "attention" âŻà§ (kdh)
+*:đ©·:*ïč€descrip. : leehan just wants ur eyes on him!!
+*:đ:*ïč€content : smut, sub!leehan, dom!reader, edging, riding (who's surprised), surely this is exhibitionism and voyeurism???
+*:đ§:*ïč€warnings : 18+ mdni! :T (i'm watching you đ«”), female anat 4 reader, piv sex, both characters are quite flawed imo but everything is consensual đ«¶, leehan confesses to reader like ten times but it's mostly in his head, leehanâs kinda weird in the mall sorry idk how men flirt idk how anyone flirts, leehan has a scent kink in my book idk how that happened but it did
+*:đ:*ïč€word count: 4.7k phew it's a long one buckle up
+*:đ:*ïč€ a/n: i tried my best to write the first paragraph as plot but it was so hard so I wrote it in drabble format but the rest is in story format!! sawry bout that </3 selfedging!leehan anon if you read this i hope u like it <33
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BF!Leehan who wants your eyes on him, but you've been so focused on work, leaving early and coming home late. He knows it's important, that you have to finish your project by the deadline, but he can't help but feel a little selfish about your time when you've rarely spoken to him in the past two weeks. He's barely even seen you, always falling asleep despite trying to stay up when you come home, and he's getting antsy missing your company.
You're sliding out of bed after only being home for five hours. Heâd startled awake when you came in, but you were too tired to talk, too tired to change before collapsing on the bed.
Heâd changed you himself, gently wiping your makeup off and massaging lotion into your skin, then held you close to him as you caught up on much-needed rest. He wakes up when he feels your body heat leave his side, and groans as he watches with foggy eyes as you disappear into the bathroom.Â
âDonât go to work. Stay here with me,â he begs sweetly when you come back out. You consider it, he can see it on your face, but you ultimately shake your head.
âI canât, baby. Gotta get this project done, then Iâll be all yours, mâkay?â He pouts, but it doesnât last long because you kiss it away and ruffle his already messed up hair. Within minutes, youâre out the door.
Leehan sulks in bed for a little longer, wishing he could make you pay attention to him. It feels like the only time youâre actually looking at him, thinking about him, is when the two of you are intimate with each other. Itâs hard to find time in two busy schedules, but during those rare moments, itâs just you and him; the world around the two of you doesnât exist anymore.
Heâs so warm and safe in bed and the only thing that would make it better is if you were here with him, tangled up in the sheets and wasting the day away. He thinks about your soft skin and how sweet it smells, how warm your touch is when heâs lucky enough to be blessed with it, blessed by your gentle eyes and kind words when theyâre focused only on him and spoken just for him to hear.
His hand is traveling under his waistband without hesitation, and thoughts of you clutter his mind as he wraps his palm around his length. He tries to mimic the way you squeeze his base and flick your thumb over his slit, tries to imagine itâs your pretty hands touching him this way. It's not long before stars are dancing behind his eyelids and heâs grunting out into the silent room.Â
You never want him to cum the first time around, and almost always pull away when heâs on the edge. Heâs so used to the denial, to the feeling of his orgasm slipping out of his grasp that it just feels natural when he pulls his hand away from his cock. He sucks in a breath at the way it twitches and sees you, hears you in his imagination, saying, âGood boy, arenât you so well-trained?â
He chews on the inside of his cheek to distract himself from the burning hot need coursing through his veins, and an idea forms in his head. He knows he shouldnât, but it should be fine, right? Just a voice message showing you how much he misses you. You wouldnât get upset with him for that, surely.
He reaches for his phone on the nightstand and opens you guysâ text messages. He spends another four seconds convincing himself this is a good idea. Then heâs grabbing his cock again, pulling all the tricks to put him on the verge of tipping over. When he feels close, he presses the âRecord a Messageâ button beside the text bar.
At first, itâs just shy little moans as he complains about how much he misses you, how much better it would feel if you were here. Then, they turn into desperate, raspy gasps as he pushes himself over the edge. The audio recording sends the second he releases the button, and he canât unsend it, so he accepts his choices and waits to hear what you have to say.
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ
The answer is absolutely nothing. You donât respond to or address the audio recording at all, aside from a smirk and a âDid you have fun today?â that you throw his way when you walk through the front door.Â
He continues doing it, messages ranging from more audio recordings to photos of his stomach painted white, and usually youâll kiss him, ruffle up his hand, call his âlittle treatsâ cute, make more promises to help him out when youâve met your deadline.
He knows your work is important, but although guilt claws at him for it, Leehan still feels a bit hurt that you didnât take his complaints to heart, just assumed it was another one of his trivial games.Â
Leehan can play games, and when you hole yourself up in the bedroom to type away at your laptop, he realizes that he will. Heâll do whatever it takes to get your attention.
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ
You finally have a day off, and have decided youâd like to spend part of it at the mall looking through new arrivals. Leehanâs not big on shopping, so he just follows you around and occasionally gets distracted by fish merch.Â
Youâve stepped away at least four times to take phone calls from your coworkers, and you guys have only been at the mall for an hour and a half. When lunchtime rolls around, you excuse yourself again to answer a call from your boss, leaving Leehan alone to pick at his food in disinterest.Â
âUm, hi. Are you busy?â A feminine voice says. The girl has to stand directly in Leehanâs line of sight for him to realize sheâs talking to him. When he looks up at her, she smiles shyly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.Â
âCan I help you?âÂ
âNo! Well, yes. IâŠwas just wondering if I could have your phone number. I saw you standing alone earlierâŠâ The girlâs voice fades out as Leehan peeps your approaching figure in the distance, and the gears in his head turn with another (probably bad) idea.
â...alone again here in the food court, so I thought I should take the chance.â
Leehan didnât hear most of what she said, but he can tell when someoneâs interested in him, and he can play along.
He flashes the girl a charming smile, dimples and all, and nods along to whatever sheâs rambling about. Sheâs cute enough, and seems like a nice girl, but Leehanâs real focus is entirely on you as you watch the scene. He watches you as best as he can from his peripheral, but never takes his eyes off the girl in front of him.Â
âIs thatâŠalright?â She says, looking at Leehan with wide, hopeful eyes. He pretends to consider whatever she asked, and holds a palm out for her to rest her hand in. Her face gets even redder, and he kind of feels bad that heâs using her to get to you.
Heâs about to tell her that heâs sorry to disappoint, and that he appreciates it, he really does, but he has a girlfriend. He doesnât get a chance to say any of that when you come up behind him seemingly out of nowhere and tap him on the shoulder. The girl pulls her hand away from Leehanâs and stands around awkwardly.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â You ask. Your arms are crossed and your eyes are locked on his, but not with the love and admiration heâs been longing for. His composure falters when he sees your expression, one that says heâs fucked up more than he knows.
âThis girl came up to me andâŠâ He trails off and gestures in the girlâs general direction.
âAnd?â You ask impatiently, but Leehan doesnât know how he was going to conclude that sentence. This girl came up to me and I pretended to be interested to get a rise out of you? He has a feeling thatâs not going to support his case well. You turn away from him and to the girl behind him, causing him to turn around as well.
âYouâll have to excuse my idiot boyfriend. Iâm sorry he wasted your time instead of just telling you he was taken.â The girl nods in understanding and tries to hide her disappointed pout. She accepts your handshake when you offer it and hurries off.Â
You shoot Leehan another pissed glare, then dump your remaining food in the trash and walk out of the mall. He considers apologizing to the girl as well, but sheâs already out of sight, so he trashes his own food and trails after you with a ball of shame sitting in his throat.Â
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ
To be honest, you scare Leehan just a little, especially when he knows youâre angry with him but youâre not talking about it. Heâd rather you just chew his head off and get it over with, just tell him how much of an inconsiderate dumbass he is. You donât, so the guilt manifests and manifests until he feels like he might puke it up.
You lock the front door and hang up your coat, and the first thing you say to him in the last twenty minutes is âSit.â
Leehan parks his ass on the couch immediately, and waits to hear whatever other command you might give him. He expects you to sit next to him, or on the armchair by the couch or even on his lap. He doesnât expect you to sit right across from him on the coffee table. At least a minute passes full of you just staring at him, and the silence is killing him.Â
âBabyââ
âShut up,â you say, and his mouth clamps shut. You stare at him for a few more seconds, poking your inner cheek with your tongue in thought. Then, you shake your head and laugh in disbelief. Leehan watches as you cross your arms over your chest, and tries not to flick his eyes down to the way your boobs are being pushed up. He may be sick with horniness and loneliness, but itâs really not the time.
âWhy are you acting like this, Leehan?â It takes Leehan a few seconds and a quirk of your eyebrow to realize youâre actually waiting for an answer, that you want him to speak now.
âWhat do you mean?â Thatâs his intelligent response. You scoff and roll your eyes.
âDonât act dense with me. You were flirting with that girl just so Iâd see. I know when youâre acting out for attention, and thatâs exactly what youâve been doing this entire week.â Leehanâs embarrassed at being caught so he shakes his head in denial, but itâs nowhere near convincing even to himself.
âNo? You didnât touch yourself and record it for me? Didnât send me photos of you covered in your own cum? Didnât flirt with a girl right in my face in a desperate attempt to get my attention?â Leehanâs cheeks burn at the direct confrontation. Hearing his actions out loud brings a fresh wave of shame over him, and heâs so ready to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness.
âShow me.â
Leehanâs eyes fly wide open and he lets out a nervous chuckle. âW-what?â
âYou wanted my attention so bad. Now you have it,â you say with a bored expression. Your eyes leave a trail of fire wherever they land on his skin. He has your attention, and has to think of a way to keep it.Â
âGo ahead,â you command with a jerk of your head. Your lips are turned down into a frown, and itâs so condescending, like you donât even want to be here. Leehan needs you to want to be here, and heâs nothing if not a performer. He lifts his hips and tugs his pants down to his thighs.Â
You make a noise, something between a hum and a coo, when he pulls his boxers down and his dick springs against his stomach.
âYour little cock is hard, Hannie.â He knows heâs not small, but your words are still humiliating, and still burn the need to impress you across his skin. âGonna show me how you fucked yourself when you were moaning into your phone?â
Leehanâs hips buck against nothing, causing his member to slap against his stomach again, and his mouth falls open with a groan.
He does as you tell him, wrapping his hand around his cock like heâs been doing every morning for the past week, squeezing his base, flicking his tip, imagining itâs you, wishing it was you, but he doesnât dare ask. Instead he watches your facial expressions, how your lips curl up into a smirk when heâs close.
âStop,â you tell him, and he pulls his hand away without question. He wouldâve been foolish to not expect the sensation of his orgasm floating farther and farther away from him. He tries to slow his breathing, tries not to lose his mind so early into this session.
âKeep going.âÂ
He continues his previous pace immediately, and his hips tremble when he tries to stop them from bucking up. His tip is a bit more sensitive when he brushes his thumb across it, and it takes less time for him to get close.Â
He strokes a bit faster, moans a bit louder. He has no idea how long you plan to keep him here, but he still anticipates the relief of falling off the edge.
âLet go.â
Leehan pulls his hand away from his cock and clutches the couch instead while willing his legs to stop shaking. Heâs helpless to disobey you, but he groans as his orgasm escapes him a second time.
âHmâŠI dunno. Somethingâs not right.â You tap a manicured nail against your chin in thought. He can never understand how youâre so composed in moments like this, like itâs a normal evening. If youâre turned on, you donât show it, and it makes Leehan flush with shame. âWhat do you think, baby boy?âÂ
He huffs out a laugh at the question. How is he supposed to know? But youâre looking at him expectantly, so he scrambles to come up with something. âI meanâ Usually Iâm, like, in bed, I guess. Thinking about you, imagining you, smelling youâŠâ God, donât get him started on smelling you.Â
You hum thoughtfully and lift off of the table. In seconds, youâre hovering over him, flashing him a devious grin. Your hips are so close to straddling his, and you slap his hand away when it reaches up to touch your waist. You hold yourself up by the back cushions with your arms on either side of his head. Heâs trapped, and suddenly, everything else in the room is overshadowed by you.
 âIs that right? You think about all the dirty things you wanna do to me while getting off to the smell of my perfume?â
Of course youâd know his weak spot. Youâre so close to him and he thinks heâs going to lose his mind if he doesnât get to touch you. Your perfume is invading his senses, and flaming hot desire coils in his abdomen. He squeezes his eyes shut to prevent them from rolling into his skull as his hips twitch into the air.
âTouch yourself, Hannie,â you say sweetly.
He takes a deep breath and grabs his cock again. Heâs known to leak like a faucet, especially after meeting you, and his hand is covered in sticky white within the first few seconds of stroking himself.
He knows thereâs raspy noises falling from his open mouth, but he can barely hear them over his heart pounding. The way you take over his brain is overwhelming and he can hardly think. Your lips graze his neck, and the skin litters with goosebumps despite the hot air between the two of you.Â
If he opens his eyes, heâs got a face full of titties, and he doesnât know if he can handle that despite every cell in his body telling him to look. He wants to be good for you and hold out until you give him permission to stop, but it feels so good that heâs speeding his hand up.
âHaâ Ah, fuckââ Slick, sloppy sounds fill the room as he works himself to the edge for you.
âLet go,â you whisper in his ear. His hand rips away from his cock and grips onto his thigh instead, getting it wet and gross with precum. It takes what feels like an eternity for him to back away from the precipice this time. Fear runs his blood cold when he realizes he almost didnât last.Â
Heâs always good for you, can edge himself for as long as you'd like. He doesnât know why heâs sensitive today, especially after spending a week beating it.
You pull your face out of his neck, and he slumps against the couch. You smile at the sight and caress his cheek. He melts into the touch, but you pull away to card through his tangled hair instead. You used the grip on his strands to tilt his head back so that heâs looking up at you.Â
âI do think you were louder that time. Moaned just like you did in those recordings.â He opens his mouth to say something, but loses his train of thought when you plop down on his lap.Â
âFffuckââ he moans, voice all pathetic and high-pitched.Â
âStay still,â you warn when his hips buck into yours, and he tries so hard, but even the soft fabric of your skirt is too rough on his sensitive dick. He struggles to keep his eyes open, but heâd rather die than take them off of you, so he blinks through the tears pooling in his waterline. The action causes the tears to trickle down, and the air is cold against his wet cheeks.
You stay like that until his breaths are more even and heâs somewhat calmed down. He lets out a displeased noise when you lift off of him and sit back on the coffee table.
âCâmon, Hannie. Iâm not done with you yet. Let me see.â You push his legs apart with your knee. He looks down with you, and the sight makes him burn with embarrassment. Heâs leaking so much itâs soaking into the couch, and itâs another sight he has to squeeze his eyes shut to get away from.
âW-what, are you j-just gonnaââ he swallows thickly, clears his throat, and tries again. âHow long are you gonna make me do this?â
You tilt your head and smile at him like you arenât melting his brain into goo. âHowever long it takes for you to learn your lesson.â Leehan whines a little in protest.
âJust wanted you to look at me, missed you so much.â
The look in your eyes softens and you lean forward to place a heartfelt kiss on his lips. âI missed you too, Hannie. So. Much,â you say, cupping his cheeks and pressing more gentle kissing around his face. âIt was so hard to focus at work when you kept sending me those treats. But bad boys still have to take their punishments, yeah?â Leehan sighs longingly and nods, resting his head against the back cushions, and reaching for his cock when you instruct him to start over.
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ
By the fifth denial, heâs a shaking mess, falling apart at the seams and only holding himself together by your command. Heâs done for the second you flip your skirt up, slide your panties off, circle your clit right in front of him. Youâre so close but so far, and heâs definitely losing his mind.Â
âPleaseâ N/N, let meâŠcould fuck you so good,â he begs helplessly, deep voice strained and words stringing together. Itâs the first time tonight you actually look interested in whatâs happening, and he canât figure out where to lookâat your pretty face as you make yourself feel good, at the wetness leaking out of your pulsing heat, at the way your tits shake when you tug at your nipples. Youâre biting your lip to keep quiet, keeping your pretty noises to yourself. Leehan thinks thatâs the cruelest part of this punishment.Â
His hips are fucking up into his hand in a sloppily, a stark contrast to his usually controlled thrusts. Heâs not easy to turn into a mess, but you know him better than he knows himself. You know his limits, know that he wonât cum unless you tell him to, know how badly he needs your forgiveness.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, just fuck me, please?â But youâre not looking at him. Your eyes are focused on his cock drooling all over his legs, at the way it twitches when heâs close. Your hips twitch, and your cunt drools on the table, and his mouth runs dry. Heâs too delirious to figure out if your reactions are because of him, if heâs doing good for you.Â
âStop, pretty boy.â
His hand trembles as he pulls it away from his dick and flops it against the couch. He gasps harshly, heaves loudly, and more tears stream down his face as his hips chase friction thatâs already gone.
His head is leaning against the back cushions and lolled to the side, but heâs still watching you touch yourself. His mouth hangs open from all of his pathetic begging, and thereâs a thin trail of saliva pooling in his mouth and dribbling onto his t-shirt.Â
His eyelids are so heavy, but he watches brainlessly as you tease your opening, dip a finger into the heat. It comes back out drenched in creamy white, and he has to dig his nails into the cushion to stop himself from grabbing his dick without permission.
You pull your hands away from your body and straddle him again. He nearly goes cross-eyed when your bare cores touch. Itâs so wet, and his entire body shivers with need.
âAw, Hannie. Look at me. Tell me what you want.â
âMm, wantâ wanna taste you, wanna fuck you so bad.â You giggle, and he loses himself somewhere between your sparkly eyes and shiny lips.
âWanna taste me?â You reaffirm, and he nods dumbly. You straighten his head up and cup his cheeks between your fingers and thumb. You make him watch as you use your free hand to repeat the motions, gathering your wetness on your finger, pushing it through your opening and pulling it out.Â
You whimper out freely this time, and the sound is so pretty and sinful Leehan wishes he could tattoo it on his brain, wishes he had recorded it so he can hear it again later. Your hand forces his lips to pucker and his mouth to open, and you press your wet fingers onto his tongue.Â
Leehanâs eyes roll again, and his eyebrows crease as the taste of you, the smell of you invades his senses. You always taste so good, so sweet to him.
His eyes focus on you again, but his vision clouds and his hips buck up against you. You slide against him so deliciously, but itâs over too soon when you slide your fingers out of his mouth and pry your hips away from his.
You wipe your wet fingers on his shirt and remind him to look at you, but he is already looking at you, has barely torn his eyes away from you in the last thirty minutes.
Heâs completely awestruck, and maybe a little delirious when he swears he can see the faint halo hovering above your head. He tries to tell you how perfect, how much of an angel you are, but his words come out jumbled and unintelligible.Â
âDo you have a color for me, baby?â
âMhm, fuckâ green, n-need you so bad. âm so sorry, p-please, you look so beautiful, tââ
You interrupt him by pressing your lips against his, and Leehanâs convinced he wouldâve been talking for the rest of his life if you hadnât. Heâs pretty sure he melts into a puddle of goo when your lips collide, yours so perfect and plush against his. Any function his brain is still performing shuts down immediately, and you have to handle the kiss by yourself, because his lips are slack and useless against yours. Thereâs a string of saliva connecting the two of you when you pull away from him.
âI think my pretty boyâs at his limit, hm?â You ask, and he doesnât really know what youâre saying, but anything sounds good coming from you, so he nods and watches with his jaw on the floor as you stand up and pull your skirt off. You pull his shirt off as well, and youâre both bare and vulnerable but safe in your own world, just as Leehan longed for.
You cup his cheeks again and hold his face so he can look up at you as you sink down on his cock, and the noise he makes when you bottom out is broken and pitiful even to his own ears. He knows he must look so fucked out and stupid, but youâre looking at him with so much love in your eyes that heâs sure he looks beautiful anyway.Â
You wrap around him so well, your cunt is so tight. It feels like heâd forgotten how it feels to be buried inside you, and to be experiencing it for the first time again has to be parallel to some sort of spiritual ascension. Leehan doesnât know what he did to deserve it, but he does know heâd spend an eternity here if you allowed it.
Your hands move to grip his shoulders, and you make the most heavenly face of ecstasy Leehan has ever seen. You lift your hips to slide him out, and bottom out again. Your cuntâs sucking him in so greedily, and he doesnât know how much longer he can keep this up.Â
âIâll let you cum if you fuck me, pretty boy,â you say like you read his mind. You grab his lifeless hands and place them on your waist, then grip the back of the couch again. He gets the message clearly, holding you in place as he jerks into you. His thrusts arenât coordinated at all, and itâs out of pure habit when he angles his hips to fuck right into your sweet spot.Â
âFuck yeah, Hannie. Thatâs so good, youâre so good,â you moan out, and he uses strength he barely has to aim for that spot, to hear those words from you again. On a particularly hard thrust, your eyes flutter closed.
âLook at me, N/N. Pleaseâ look at me,â he begs, voice cracking, and when you do, your eyes are glossy, tears pulling in your waterline. Itâs so hot, and finally, your attention is his, and heâs making you feel good, but heâs not gonna last like this.
âYou fill me up so good, Hannie. Make me feel so good,â you say breathlessly, eyes locked on his. âGonna cum for me? Gonna fill me up nicely?â And heâs nodding, pitiful whimpers falling from his lips, whatever you say.Â
You trail a hand up his abdomen, to his chest, and tug at his nipple. The rush of pleasure he feels is so intense that the knot in his stomach is fraying and snapping so quickly he canât even warn you, but he tries through strangled gasps: âCumming, âm, fuââ
â§ïœ„ïŸ: *â§ïœ„ïŸ
It takes Leehan a while to come back to Earth. Heâs so tired he can barely move, but you kiss him until his mind returns home. After asking if heâs okay five times and getting five verbal âyesâs,â you clean the two of you up and lead him to bed.
Itâs still when he speaks again, eyes searching for yours in the dark room, âI really am sorry, Y/N. I shouldâve been more considerate. I respect your work so much, I just got so lonelyâŠâ You smile at him softly and reach a hand up to rub circles into his back.
âIâm sorry you were so lonely, Hannie. I shouldâve managed my time better, shouldâve taken your feelings more seriously. From now on, Iâll keep work at work, and after my project, we can both take time off and go on a vacation. Howâs that?â
âThatâs perfect,â he says, and means it wholeheartedly, falling asleep with a smile of his own.
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a/n : FUCK THIS TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE LOL i reread it three times pls lmk if there r still typos <3
#i played no part in editing that leehan photo props to whoever made it#my warnings are literally never consistent it is not my fault i have adhd#i stayed up until 4 am writing this but it was worth every second#do u guys see the way im cranking out ffs like#i have many ideas and probably an overactive imagination#but hopefully i dont burn out i love writing ff </3#i poured so many of my leehan hcs into this it was very fun#boynextdoor hard thoughts#boynextdoor hard hours#leehan hard thoughts#leehan hard hours#boynextdoor imagines#leehan imagines#boynextdoor smut#leehan smut#boynextdoor x reader#leehan x reader
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The art of pleasure ch.2
Venus ° Lee Know
When one girl in your class makes fun of you for being a virgin at a party, you are left distraught. It's only natural that you decide to whine about it to your best friend, Bang Chan; but he does more than lending a shoulder to cry on, he comes up with a solution. He and his 7 friends will help you and teach you all about the pleasure of the flesh. What could go wrong?
Genre: College AU, SMUT 18+ ONLY Â Â Â wc: 2k give or take
Warnings: oral f receiving, fingering, inexperienced reader, experienced minho, aftercare??
The rest of the day with Chan was spent kissing and touching. The intrusion of his tongue in your mouth was thrilling, the drag of it down the skin of your neck was electrifying. His hands on you were gentle and soft but firm in their way, he made you feel safe and hot, a delicious mixture that heightened even more your attraction towards him. Chan woke up something in you that you didnât know you possessed, and by the state of him when you had to go home, dick hard, cheeks red and tousled hair, you seemed to have had an effect on him too.
Slick and arousal had soiled your underwear when you got home and you couldnât help but get under the covers and slip a hand inside your pants, hoping your roommate didnât hear you. You couldnât help but imagine that it was his fingers tracing your slit and gently playing around with your pussy, it was his fingers circling your clit with precise movements. The orgasm that came out of your little self care moment was the strongest one you had ever experienced. Your pussy gushed and pulsed against your fingers. The moment you were done you passed out cold, tired from from the previous sleepless night.
When you awoke the sky outside was black and the city had quieted down significantly. 2 AM read your trusty clock. It was way too early to wake up so you let your eyes close and sleep pulled you into the void. Just as you were about to enter the land of dreams, a ping from your phone abruptly shook you awake.
Chris-py boy <3:
This is the list of the things you should know and which of the guys are gonna teach you. Think it over and let me know. Goodnight baby <3 (attached document)
You:
I donât know Channie, the last one is a little much, but the rest is fine
Chris-py boy <3:
You donât have to do the last one if you donât want to, pretty. Think about it and let me know. What about Minho? Are you okay with that?
You:
Iâm a little nervous because I donât know Minho that much but I trust you, I know thereâs a reason why you chose him. When are we going to meet?
A lump formed in your throat and butterflies filled your stomach (and your vagina).
Chris-py boy <3
He's very busy during the week between work and dance practice and classes but heâs available tomorrow afternoon if itâs not too early.
You:
No, tomorrow is fine
Chris-py boy <3:
Brave girl <3. Minho will text you tomorrow morning then, sleep well, pretty girl and let me know how he treated you after ;)Â
You put the phone down with an ever growing feeling of pride in your chest.
âYouâre such a boss Y/Nâ
Waking up the next morning was traumatizing; your body was feeling all of the effects of a sleepless night, a special solo cardio session and your nervousness.Grogginess wouldnât quite cut it, your whole body felt heavy with sleep and your mind was so foggy it was a miracle you remembered your name. The only thing that brought you out of your trance was your phone buzzing several times.
Unknown number: 3 messages
Chris-py boy <3 : two missed calls
âFuck what time is it? Did I sleep too much?â
Unknown number: Hi, it's Minho, are you okay with meeting at 4?
Unknown number: Wear something you feel comfortable in :)
Unknown member: Did you change your mind?
2 PM. The time on your clock almost sent you in a frenzy, you were finally getting laid for the first time and you overslept. Embarrassing, you thought to yourself.
You:
I didnât forget, Iâm sorry I was sleeping. 4 sounds perfect :)
Minho:
Donât worry, Iâll be at your dorm around 4 then. Donât worry too much, Iâll treat you well and you can always stop me at any time.
Minhoâs words made you feel warm inside. He had always treated you nicely; always a polite gentleman, always opened doors around the guysâ dorm for you and every time you slept over and you walked around the kitchen with shorts, he would never let his eyes linger on your bare legs unlike Han.Â
Just this once time was on your side. You had two hours to get presentable, take a shower and scrub furiously any sensitive areas, get dressed, do your skin care and hyperventilate in front of the mirror. The anxiety and nervousness that flowed inside your body were able to let you finish well in advance. Your feet moved on their own, you couldnât stay still. If your bed could have talked, it wouldâve cursed at you for constantly fixing the sheets and the pillows. It was a seemingly never ending cycle: walk around the bed, look at the sheets, fix the sheets, start walking again, only to do everything from the start. Right when you thought the floor would open up to swallow you whole, your phone pinged. You threw yourself on the bed to see the message.
Minho:
Iâm outside, whenever youâre ready, take your time.
Butterflies swarmed your stomach, Minho was cute and nice and you were about to have sex with him. You felt beyond flattered. Without thinking too much, you got out of your room and sped to your door. Your hand wrapped around the door knob with a bruising grip and swung the offending piece of wood open. On the other side stood Minho in all of his beauty, and what a great beauty.
âHi,â he spoke first and offered you a small sweet smile. You had never seen him smile like that and it made you warm inside once again, it also made your pussy slick in your panties. The fact that this gorgeous man wanted you even if you were completely inexperienced, the fact that you had that kind of power on him, it turned you on, more than a little.
âCome in.â Minho stepped inside your dorm room and closed the door behind him. His hand found yours naturally.Â
âCan I see your room?â God he was so respectful and kind, you wanted him to absolutely destroy you. Instead of voicing your thoughts, you slowly walked him to your room, his fingers wrapped around yours still. Your tiny room seemed to shine the moment he stepped foot in it; each one of his movements seemed so natural and fluid that you had almost thought that he had already been in your room, already sat on your bed.
âAre you alright?â his voice was soft and sincere, you had never heard him speak like that to anyone. You just nodded and sat down on the bed next to him.
âSince this is your first lesson, I thought I could show you what pleasure is. Is that okay with you?â his words were so casual that you almost thought he wasnât talking about sex. You nodded again.
âUse your words, pretty.â
âYes, it's okay.â Minho hummed, his hand reached up to gently stroke your chin.
âCan I kiss you?âÂ
âYes please,â it was barely above a whisper but less than a moan, nevertheless Minho heard you and his lips were on yours in a heartbeat. His kiss was different from Chanâs, he was more passionate, more intense, you could feel his mischievous side in it. His lips felt heavenly on yours, they were soft and skilled just like his hands.They move confidently on the curves of your body, from your neck to your back to your hips which he squeezed affectionately.
âCan I touch you, pretty?â you almost didnât hear him, so focused on the sensation of his hands on you and his lips which had now moved to brush against your ear and the skin behind it. A shiver shook you from your head to your toes and your pussy throbbed. Never in your life had you been that worked up in so little time.
âPlease, Minho, touch me,â your voice sounded strange to your ears, your tone was whiny and slightly petulant but Minho seemed to think otherwise. His pupils were fully blown, a twinkle of lust and mischief in his eyes; the more skin you let him touch the more his dick stirred in his jeans. The trust you had in him, they way you keened and wailed with simple touches, the blush that was creeping up your neck to your face and extended to your pretty tits; all of these elements made Minho crazy with want, he couldnât think straight anymore and it was clear that you had stopped the moment he had put his lips on yours.Â
In a matter of what seemed both seconds and hours you found yourself flat on your back, your dress pulled down to reveal your tits and the skirt pulled up with your panties dangling from one of your ankles.
âHm, you have a pretty one,â Minho hummed. It was taking everything in him not to bury his face in your pussy and messily eat you out until you were shaking and crying from overstimulation, but this was your first time and he had to contain himself.Â
âMinho, please do something,â you wailed once again, every ounce of shame was long gone from your body, replaced with pure lust and need for the man in front of you. Minho didnât answer, his eyes moved to yours. His piercing gaze hypnotized you and nailed you on the spot, you couldnât look away. He slowly lowered himself and when he was at eye level with your pretty pussy he gently pressed his lips right onto your clit. Your back bowed and arched off the bed; this feeling was so foreign and intense that it overwhelmed you but in the best ways, you never wanted Minho to stop. Almost like he could hear your thoughts, he peeked his tongue out of his mouth and gave you lick and then another and then another until he was slowly and passionately making out with your most sensitive and private part. Your breath hitched in your throat, obscenely loud moans slipped past your lips and for a second you worried about your roommates hearing the two of you but ultimately decided that you didnât care.
So immersed in your pleasure, you almost didnât notice Minhoâs fingers circling your entrance until he was gently pushing them in, their drags against your slick walls felt weird but the more he pushed the more the feeling changed into a truly intoxicating one.Â
Pleasure pooled and swirled into your gut as Minho worked his magic on you.
âOh Minho, Iâm close, Iâm so close,â you hadnât even realized you had spoken until the words had left your mouth. Minho hummed and sucked your clit into his mouth a little harder while thrusting into your sweet spot with a little more vigor. The coil in your belly suddenly snapped and you thrashed around in Minhoâs hold. The orgasm was glorious, you swore you had seen stars.Â
Minho continued to lick at your slit until you were whining and whimpering. You were completely exhausted but strangely your body had never felt lighter.Â
A warm towel pressed against your pussy and you jolted, you hadnât even realized that he had moved from between your legs.Â
âHow are you feeling? Did you enjoy yourself?â he softly asked while he cleaned you up.
âIt was great, thank you,â your cheeks burned in embarrassment.
âCâmon, letâs get ice cream.â His hands wrapped around your wrist and he helped you stand.
âIce cream?â you asked confused.
âI was the first ever man to ever be between your legs, I canât abandon you right after.â
The walk to the ice cream parlor was quiet, but not awkward unlike what you expected. Minhoâs presence was warm and welcoming, he made you feel safe and you felt like you didnât need excessive words to fill up the silence, basking in each otherâs presence was enough.Â
âMinho, can I ask you something?â He nodded. A man of few words, you thought.
âWhy did you keep calling me pretty?â
âBecause you are pretty,â he mumbled, his ears were starting to get red.
You felt butterflies swarm your stomach.
âWe should go out sometimes,â he spoke so softly that you had almost missed it. His ears were now completely red.
âYeah, we should.â
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hi! so i was wondering if i could make a request of poly!jegulus x reader fic where the reader goes out to maybe a bachelorette party or smth and gets drunk and james and regulus takes care of her afterwards? if not then no worries! hope you have an amazing day!
thanks so much darling! I love our little Jegulus fics <3
please note: my requests are currently closed as I finish exams and work through the requests that I currently have.
poly!Jegulus x fem!reader who they pick up from a bachelorette
Regulus tried to ignore the strobe lights and the booming bass that currently accosted his senses as he pushed through the masses of sweaty bodies and drunk people âdancingâ in his mission to find you.
Fortunately he neednât search long.
Unfortunately, his and Jamesâ appearance elicited blood curdling squealing from the bachelorette party you were currently attending.
The bride (Alice) and maid of honour (Lily) started wolf whistling at the two boys and Regulus was certain it was Marlene who started the chant âtake it off!â
Much to Regulusâ chagrin and to everyone else's joy, James actually started lifting his shirt before Regulus pinched him harshly in the side.
âJames Fleamont Potter, you keep your sodding clothes on!â Regulus hissed before his eyes finally landed on you.
He ignored what sounded like a petulant âI was only giving the ladies what they wantedâ from James as he crouched in front of you.
Regulus tried (and failed) to control his love sick smile as your foggy gaze cleared when you realised who was suddenly situated in front of you.
âRegulus!â You cheered, your mouth hanging open in a permanent smile as if you couldnât possibly believe he was truly here.
âAnd James!â James added as he sat beside you on the pleather settee and roughly pulled you into his side.Â
âWhat are you guys doing here?â You slurred slightly as you looked lovingly between your two boyfriends.Â
Regulus felt his eyebrows pinch, but James - ever the master of nonchalance - simply pressed a kiss to your hair. âYou asked us to come for you, angel.â He explained plainly.
Your eyebrows pinched to match Regulusâ as you let out a quiet âoh.âÂ
âWell, that was ver-very smart of me.â You declared through a hiccup.Â
âYeah? Whyâs that?â James asked as he rubbed your arm and Regulus confirmed that all of your belongings were safely stored within your purse.
âI was just thinking how much I, how much I would like to be home with my boys now.â You admitted in a sigh, letting your head - which seemed to weigh far too much for your neck - fall onto Jamesâ all-too-willing shoulder.
âAwe, youâre such a sweetheart, arenât you?â James murmured, earning him a snort from Dorcas.Â
âRight, youâve got yourself a real sweetheart there Potter - which one of you taught her how to play poker?â Dorcas sneered, causing James to bark a laugh, you to hide shyly into his shoulder, and Regulus to grin proudly.
âDid you take them for all theyâre worth, amour?â He whispered as he encouraged your face from its sanctuary in James with a gentle hand on your chin.
âOf course she did.â James answered for you, blowing a cheeky raspberry over your head at your friends. âSheâs an all-star.â
Dorcas laughed good naturedly as Lily rolled her eyes fondly. âThat may be; but sheâs officially banned from playing with us.â
âFair enough.â Regulus admitted as he smiled at your petulant pout and helped you stand like a baby fawn in your heels.Â
âHowâs everyone else getting home?â James asked the other girls as he supported you with a gentle arm around your waist.
Dorcas, Marlene, and Pandora were getting a ride from Barty and Evan, and Lily, Mary, and Alice were getting picked up by Frank.
After far too many hugs and cheek kisses and what looked like the beginning of tears on Pandoraâs part as Regulus finally pried you away from the group, you clumsily made your way into the back of Regulusâ waiting car with James.Â
âDid you have fun tonight, sweets?â James asked as he ensured your buckle was properly clasped.Â
âOh, yes.â You declared breathlessly; as if being chaperoned to the car, basically lifted in and buckled up was exhausting work.Â
The streets were quiet at this time of night and Regulus enjoyed the comfortable silence that came over the three of you as he stole sneaky glances over his shoulder, sharing soft smiles with James at having their girl back.
âWhat time is it?â You asked urgently; your tone and words suddenly sounding half-sober as you interrupted the serenity of the car.
âItâs almost three, amour.â Regulus answered, peaking in the rearview mirror to see you staring straight ahead and James looking at the side of your face concernedly as Regulus navigated the quiet, lamp lit streets.Â
âIn the morning!?â You shrilled, causing James to snort a laugh and rub at your hairline with his thumb as he rested his hand at the nape of your neck.Â
âYes, baby. In the morning; thatâs usually when the partyâs over, yeah?â
âDid I wake you guys up?â You asked far too shyly for Regulusâ liking.
âOf course not, amour.â Regulus responded quickly, which was followed up with a âwe stayed up waiting for youâ from James.
Regulus heard a disbelieving breath escape your lips, the sound of James pressing a kiss to your hair, and then nothing but the sound of the tires on the road beneath you for a few moments.
Suddenly, disturbingly, upsettingly; he heard a sniffle.
Regulus immediately took his foot off the gas as he looked at you through the mirror to find your face pointed down in your lap and James leaning forward in an attempt to see your face.
âWhatâs the matter, angel?â
âDo you feel okay?â Regulus asked quickly, worrying you may be sick.
âI feel fine.â You cried quietly; Regulus could just make out what looked like the fall of a fat tear from your eyes where your head was lowered.
âWhat are the tears for, sweetheart?â James asked again, trying to encourage you to face him which you stubbornly refused.
âWhy is she crying, Jamie?â Regulus asked desperately.
He pretended he didnât see James shoot him an unimpressed look in the rearview mirror.
âAmour?â He whispered which elicited a quiet sob from you.
Regulus - only slightly unsafely - hastily pulled onto a side street and parked the car before he moved out of his seat, opened your door and crouched beside you.
âAmour, please darling. Whatâs wrong?â
âDo you feel sick?â James asked, still rubbing affectionately at the nape of your neck. You quickly shook your head no.
Regulus was at least a little relieved you werenât about to sick up on him.
âWhy are you crying, mon cheri?â He whispered, moving a lock of your hair behind your ear and tracing his thumb across your cheekbone.
âYou guys are so lovely.â You admitted miserably.
âAngel.â James cooed as he roughly rubbed between your shoulders as if trying to âshake you out of itâ. âYouâre crying because your boyfriends are lovely?â
âYes.â You sobbed and hid your face in your hands.
âOkay, thatâs it.â Regulus demanded as he stood and closed your door gently before walking around the car and opening up Jamesâ.
âYouâre fired. Get out.â He barked simply.
James let out a disbelieving laugh and looked at Regulus strangely.Â
âI beg your pardon?â
âYou have our sweet girl sobbing back here.â He explained (overdramatically) as he flung a hand in your direction. âSo, youâre fired; you have to drive now.â
James couldnât help the fond grin that took over his face (the kind Regulus loved the most; the kind that resulted in two dimples instead of just the usual one) as he shook his head in exasperation and acquiesced to his new role as chauffeur.Â
âOkay amour, thatâs enough now, yeah? You had a good night? Lotâs of fun with the girls? And two boys who love you a lot?â Regulus cooed as he took Jamesâ recently vacated seat.
âI know!â You cried and flung your hands into your lap. âIâm so lucky!â
Regulus made an embarrassingly gooey âtskingâ sound as James laughed.
âThank you, but weâre the lucky ones, angel.â
This just caused you to cry harder.
Regulus could have killed James right then and there if he didnât look so sodding good behind the wheel of his car.
Heâd deal with him later, though; for now, he had a sweet drunk lovie to snuggle.
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Eddie wakes up alone.
It shouldn't feel like a surprise. Apart from a few nights after he first moved in with Wayne when nightmares chased him out of his own bed and the few foggy memories of his childhood and mom that weren't colored by the looming presence of Al Munson he has always slept alone. Likes it that way in fact, he gets to stretch out and move, leave a light on if he wants it, pace next to the bed if he needs to.
Still, he thought...
This thing with Steve had been a surprise. Absolutely no part of it was predictable, starting with a broken bottle and Reefer Rick's shitty boathouse, racing through the closest to hell Eddie ever wants to see not once but twice, and then the hospital room.
Eddie hadn't even had the chance to make full eye contact with the guy when suddenly they were invalid neighbors, ass-baring hospital gowns and all.
Two weeks at Hawkins General, another month in Loch Nora while Wayne got their new place sorted and Eddie spent almost every waking minute feeling his mangled bites healing with Steve beside him, a full companion in misery.
Eddie had never spent that much time with another person, not one on one. The kids came and left without warning and Buckley had taken up part time residence on the living room couch but there were a lot of hours where it was just Eddie. And just Steve.
They talked about everything.
The full tale of the Upside Down was their first topic of conversation, with the rest of the party popping in to add details and commentary. Then it was music, and school, and family. They talked about their pasts, the shared moments they had discovered talking through everything else and the moments that neither had ever shared before.
They talked about the future. Eddie's first and truest love was stories. It's why he read. It's why he played D&D. It's why he loved the music that he loved.
Steve talked about family, both the one he had been born into and the one that had built up around him.
It had built so slowly over the weeks and Eddie had never felt something like this before so he didn't realize he was falling in love until he was well and truly right in the middle of it. And wonder of wonders it felt like Steve was there with him.
So why did Eddie wake up alone?
After all the time they spent hanging out together Steve had finally insisted they have an official date or as close to one as it was safe to get. They drove out of town, visited a diner neither of them had ever seen before where they knew nothing and no one and no one knew them. They had burgers, and split a plate of fries. Two vanilla milkshakes that they traded halfway through their meals, not quite sharing but as close as they could get to the single shared milkshake of Eddie's first date dreams. So close it took Eddie's breath away, that he could have something like this.
Steve drove Eddie home, dropped him off at the door with a chaste kiss. Like a gentleman. Like a knight.
And then an hour later he climbed through Eddie's window with a bag of chips and a movie.
They had fallen asleep together in a pile of crumbs and though Eddie couldn't see Steve's face in the dark, he assumed the other boy was smiling too.
Eddie rubbed his eyes. They were dry. He wasn't crying. He wasn't going to cry.
His head felt heavy with the tears he had decided, as an adult, not to cry. He used the bathroom without turning on the light and then headed out to the living room, half hoping Wayne would be there, half hoping he might be alone to mourn something that had barely begun before it ended.
"Hey there, kid," Wayne murmured behind the newspaper. "Have a good night?"
Eddie sighed. "It was. The morning, not so much."
"Yeah, I saw your boy off this morning."
"That's more than I can say," Eddie scoffed.
Wayne put the paper down and Eddie felt pinned in place by his uncle's eyes.
"Look, it's fine," Eddie said. "We had a good night but he had to leave. And I get it. This is a lot. I'm a lot." Eddie gestured at himself and if he flailed his arms a little more than usual it was fine. He was just... on edge.
Wayne looked at Eddie again and his concerned expression faded into something almost like... glee?
Eddie pointed at his uncle. "What are you laughing at, old man?" He had to admit he felt a little betrayed. Wayne had been almost as excited about this date as Eddie was.
"Look at your arm, son," Wayne says softly before picking the newspaper up again.
Eddie stepped back. "What?" He looked down at his arms.
Scars and the tattered remnants of his tattoos, nothing he hadn't seen before. He twisted his arms, trying to see whatever it is Wayne had seen and high on his bicep he saw it.
Thick black marker lines, smudged into his skin in the shape of Steve's terrible penmanship.
'At work babe. Love you.'
"How the fuck did he do this," Eddie muttered.
"You sleep like the dead," Wayne muttered. "He could have written an essay if your arms weren't so damned skinny."
Eddie gasped, then laughed. "Wayne! How could you?"
Wayne just laughed, the paper jostling with his breath.
Eddie stumbled his way to another kitchen chair, his eyes still focussed on the note.
"Don't think he wanted to leave," Wayne said. "Practically had to shove him out the door."
"Yeah," Eddie said, softly. He could get it tattooed. Those words. 'Love you.'
"I expect he'll be back tonight?"
Eddie nodded, then stood up sharply. "Not if I go to him first!"
Eddie charged for the door. Too many times had Steve chased after him, now it was Eddie's turn.
"You might want to put a shirt on," Wayne called.
Eddie froze in space, his outstretched fingers only inches away from the doorknob.
After he put a shirt on. And probably shoes. And grabbed his keys.
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my dear! I'm your fan, I love your writing. Thank you for taking us out of our reality and allowing us to enter a world of our own! Could I make a request for a crazy idea I had? An anguished Y/N and Chan fight and he tells her to leave and leave him alone. When Y/N leaves in a daze he doesn't see the car and is run over. In the end I trust you. =) If it doesn't bother you and you can fulfill my request, I would be very happy!
Can we turn back time?
Warnings: blood, tragic, angst, accident.
Summary: ^^ Requested
A/N: hey baby :) not the best :/ butttt I hope you like it. Sorry for any grammar mistakes.
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Her heart was beating at a fast pace. Why was he not understanding what she was trying to say?
âYou always come home late Chan! I thought I could have this one night. This one night to ourselves but you chose to go drinking instead?!â She poured her heart out as she stared at her idol boyfriend.
âPlease Y/n now now okay? I get you wanna talk but can I please just go to bed? We can talk about it tomorrow,â he pleaded as he put down his black leather jacket on the couch.
His curls sat neatly on his head and his black shirt fitting him perfectly and his jeans neatly ironed.
âChan it feels like you donât love me anymore!â
âWell maybe I donât, okay?!â He got up and yelled. His anger was now full on visible as he aggressively slammed his hands on the table.
She stood there looking at him shocked. Tears pricking through her eyes. What was this mess?
His eyes softened as looked her scared figure. âI- I didnât mean too,â
âSave it Chan.â She sobbed. Her hand was fiddling with her promise ring that Chan has gifted her on their 2 year anniversary. It was the most beautiful ring that she has laid her eyes on but as time went on she realized it was just a ring it was a stress reliever because anytime she was sad, frustrated, mad or confused she would play with the ring on her finger.
âWhy canât you see the things you keep doing hurt me Chan?â She sobbed and looked up at him. Praying that somehow she can find answers.
âI-â he took a deep breathe trying to keep his own tears in, âIâm failing okay? Can you just leave me alone? Please?â He took a shaky breath before taking a step back and grabbing his jacket.
âAm I a burden now?â Her chest tightened. Chan couldnât look at her. He had no courage, no strength.
âIâm going upstairs,â he simply said and walked past her.
She wanted to stop him, beg him to hold her, beg him to be there for her but the pain in her chest told her otherwise. She looked so silly, like a kicked puppy.
She wiped her tears and walked over to grab her shoes before leaving her house totally forgetting her phone and keys.
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It was dark and cold. The sun had officially set and people were either out having dinner or rushing home from work.
Y/n couldnât help but feel bad as she watched the couples sitting outside restaurants talking and laughing.
She felt empty, she felt deceived. Chan was the perfect boyfriend. He made sure of it but when they started becoming a hit he started slowly pushing her to the side leaving her at home and going out to drink and party or he would be locked up in the studio trying to make new songs.
She was lost without him. She had created her whole routine off of him and now she would wakeup every morning feelings lost not knowing what to do.
Her mind was runnning so fast that she couldnât keep up. The tears in her eyes were were blurring her vision as she took quick steps to the park.
It wasnât far. That was always her safe space. Everytime she would get overwhelmed or exhausted she would run away and hide behind the big old oak tree down by the river next to the park.
It was a little foggy, she couldnât see anything but Chanâs loud voice kept playing in her head until she heard a loud screech. She looked to the side but it was too late. A painful scream left her body as she watched the car crash into her body.
She didnât feel pain all she could hear was a ringing sound then a few sirens before everything went quiet.
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â199 what is your emergency?â
âI-I crashed into someone, help! Please! I donât know what to do-â
âOkay sir is she breathing? I need you to calm down and tell me what happened,â
âY-yes sheâs still breathing, I- I was driving and she just stepped infront of the car, I donât know! It wasnât my fault,â he sobbed as panic was filling his chest.
He looked down at the frail body, blood was everywhere and yet he still didnât pass out. He tried to put pressure on the area that was bleeding the most but it wasnât working. Blood was still gushing out of her.
She looked familiar tho, he thought.
âSir, Iâve sent an ambulance. I just need you to keep breathing and tell me if she stops breathing. Keep your hand on the wound,â the dispatcher kept telling him over and over again.
âOh God this is a lot of blood. Please God, please donât let her die,â he whispered as he looked up at the car that was parked by them.
It felt like hours until he felt like who could breathe. He heard the sirens. They were here. The paramedics were finally here.
**
âCâmon Y/n please pick up,â Chan cursed at himself as he walked back and forth in the living room.
He was now in sweatpants and a hoodie. His hair wet from the shower.
When he had come downstairs he saw no sight of Y/n and at first he thought that maybe she had gone for a breather so he decided to do some work knowing that she wouldnât pick up his phone even if he had tried to call so he just chose to distract himself.
He felt guilty for the fight they had. It was chewing him alive but he knew it was his fault and he needed to make it up. As time kept passing by; 30 minutes turned into 2 hours.
He started to feel uneasy so he decided to try her phone but she wasnât picking. He called all the boys at the dorm asking if she was with them but they said they hadnât seen her then he called her bestfriend and she too hadnât seen her. Thatâs when the panic started to set in.
He called her phone over and over again while making sure to text her too. He rushed upstairs to grab his crocs and thatâs when he saw her phone on the night stand table.
âShit, Y/n,â he groaned and rubbed his eyes before grabbing his car keys.
He put on his crocs and rundown the stairs and thatâs when he got a call from his manager.
âWhat is it Soon-hoo, I canât really-â
âChan we need to get to the hospital now,â he said in a panic. Chanâs blood went cold as he could hear shuffling in the background.
âW-what is it? What happened?!â He managed to say.
âItâs Y/n Chan,â Chanâs senses came to a hold. Everyhting around him felt like it was moving in slow motion, âshe got run over Chan, Iâm coming to pick you up,â their manager said as he started the car.
All Chan could hear was a ringing sound as he stared at the blank floor. Tears running down his cheeks as his heart was beating faster.
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okay but like being in subspace after coryo has absolutely destroyed your pussy đ€Ż. he doesnât realise at first but after a while of your hazy staring he realises. youâre all loose limbed and quiet, eyes glazed, mind fuzzy and youâve gone non verbal.
i hope i did this justice bc it was lowkey such a good prompt just imagining it had me shaking.
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coryo coos in your ear, a soft mumble reciting how much he loves you, how perfect you are - the words bounce around outside your head when he says them, fuzzy and not entirely legible in your fucked out daze.
âyou okay sweetheart?â he hums, in between lining soft kisses against your clavicle.
you donât respond, the letters still not hitting your head quite right due to the overwhelming, prominent ache between your legs, pussy sore and soaked while your thighs quiver gently.
after a few beats, your lack of response draws coryoâs attention, and he lifts his head to be at length with yours, holding your jaw gently between cold hands and directing your eyes to meet his own.
âcâmon youâre okay, iâm here, you with me?â he repeats, slowly, paced - like heâs relaying instructions to a child. heâs seen you like this before - occasionally, when heâs fucked you particularly well, or maybe youâd been overwhelmed by the day, you go blank after orgasming: limbs too heavy for your frame, breathing slowed and eyes glazed over.
thankfully, it doesnât take long for him to pull you out. conscious of your needs, he stimulates you enough until eventually you nod wearily to acknowledge his earlier question, eyes brimming with overwhelmed tears that had been held at bay while your mind was too foggy to process the overstimulation you had just gone through.
coryo presses a chaste kiss to your lips, smiling against your face and making sure youâre secure in his grip, engulfed by his broader figure - he knew it made you feel safe.
âitâs okay baby, you can cry, âm here, iâm with you,â he whispers, gently coaxing you out of the murky headspace, providing you with comfort to just lay against him while you processed the pleasure you had just been through.
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Seeing Other People - Matt Murdock
pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader (descriptor of hair being long enough to run hands through and comb)
Your insecurities from the past come back to haunt you as you grapple with the paranoia that creeps into your mind when Matt suddenly starts ducking out on dates.
word count: 7,247
content: hurt/comfort, angst, anxiety, insecurity, panic attacks, language, mention of guns.
dividers by: @firefly-graphics
now playing: Seeing Other People by Francis Karel and Maddie Zahm
"i've been seeing other people, all my ex's undertones / assuming i'll catch you in a lie, afraid to read what's on your phone / 'cause when i was seeing other people, i'm not the only one that they took home / now i don't trust so easily, even when i know you're not cheating / i'm the one who's seeing other people in you"
You had finished with your hair and makeup for your date with Matt half an hour ago and were patiently waiting for his call. He would always call to tell you he was on his way to whisk you away from your apartment for the evening, which was something you appreciated rather than being caught half ready. It had been a long week. You were looking forward to getting to relax into conversation with Matt and eventually into his strong arms by the end of the night. Matt had usually ended your dates either in his bedroom or on the couch cuddling, and those times were ones you cherished with your whole being. You would never take them for granted. The moments of intimacy were ones you looked forward to more than anything and were something you were desperately craving after the hellish week youâd had at work.Â
Getting lost in your thoughts of cuddling Matt, you nearly didnât hear your phone ringing quietly beside you on the couch. When it finally registered in your ears, you fumbled to pick it up before it hung itself up, answering with a quick, âMatt! Hey!â
âHey sweetheart,â came Mattâs voice which you noted sounded a bit more gruff than usual. You heard a rustling in the background of the call as he continued with, âI, uh⊠I hate to tell you this but I have to cancel tonightâs date. Iâm really sorry. Something came up with work that really needs my attention. Can we rain check?â
âOh,â you said, feeling your body deflate into the couch cushion. Shaking away your suddenly spiking anxiety, you forced a chipperness into your voice as you told him, âThatâs fine! I hope everything is okay. If I can help in any way just let me know, yeah?â
âThank you, sweetheart,â he told you, a sense of relief evident in his tone.Â
There was a heavy thud on the other side of the line and your eyebrows furrowed together as you asked, âEverything okay?â
âYeah. Just dropped my briefcase, thatâs all,â Matt told you. âClient seemed really anxious to speak with us as soon as possible, so Iâm more clumsy than usual getting ready to head out.â
âOh, I see. Iâll let you go then,â you said, in a quieter tone than you intended. âI love you. Talk later?â
âTalk later. I love you too,â he replied.
Matt hung up shortly after and tossed his phone onto his leather couch as he dashed up the stairs. He had suited up in his Daredevil suit in record time while he was on the phone with you. While he hated to cancel another date on you, there was a growing drug gang that he needed to stop before they took over the city. From the rumors he had heard, they were serious business and werenât afraid to kill for territory. Having killers on his streets was the last thing he wanted. If the streets werenât safe, then you weren't safe and your safety was not something he was willing to risk.Â
The crisp air of the city hit Matt as he bolted out of the rooftop access door. He tried to shove down his feelings of guilt surrounding canceling the date as he focused on the sounds of the city around him, trying to find one voice in particular. The voice he had overheard on his way to pick up lunch for himself, Foggy, and Karen the day before. He found it after a few moments, but before he could take off toward where the meeting was taking place, he hesitated. The hesitation was caused by hearing the soft sound of your crying in your apartment a couple blocks down. The sound tugged on Mattâs heartstrings and by instinct his body began gravitating toward your place to provide you comfort, but the sound of a cocking gun tore his ears away from your cries. Within an instant, Matt was on the move, vaulting across rooftops and traversing metal fire escapes to get to the meeting spot. He was racing to get there before the shot rang and a life was taken.Â
Back in your apartment, the mental turmoil you were experiencing was like a hurricane blowing through your mind with no end in sight. Your hands shook and your heart pounded in your ears as your breathing became shallow and tears blurred your vision. Old memories bombarded your mind, and you were sent back to a headspace that you never wanted to experience again. But, despite your best efforts, you have been⊠Over the last month or so your mind had slipped into old habits and you had begun to doubt your place in Mattâs life. Canceled plans led to harsh memories that you have tried to leave in your past. But, as you had started to feel more distance growing between yourself and Matt, you couldnât help but have flashes of memories you thought you had shoved into the âforgottenâ box in your mind.Â
Without your permission, your emotions began to take over and you couldnât escape the flurry of old memories intruding into your previously peaceful headspace. It was a dizzying feeling as you were bombarded with the memories of harshly spoken words and insults thrown in your direction. No matter how hard you tried to push the memories back they kept coming and soon you felt like you were thrown into the midst of an emotional storm that was pelting you from all sides. Tears began to freefall and test the integrity of your makeup, and you did your best to simply stay afloat as you attempted to find the eye of the storm within your mind. It took longer than you would have liked to admit, but after a few minutes of being bumped around by your painful past, you finally were able to center yourself and take the deep, calming breaths that would slow your heart rate.Â
As your body began to escape the unnecessary fight or flight mode the phone call with Matt had sent you into, you tried to rationalize his words now that your anxiety had had its turn at ravaging your body. You told yourself that the gruffness in his voice was likely from annoyance with the last minute client call. That the rustling in the background was simply him changing out of his jeans and henley and into a suit to meet with the client. That he truly had dropped his briefcase in his rush to make it to the meeting. There was no reason for you to think that he was with someone else when he called you. It was just fear and anxiety trying to make you self-sabotage. Again.
Taking one more deep breath, you stood up on shaking legs and made your way to the bathroom to remove your makeup. When you looked up at yourself you cringed when you saw how bloodshot your eyes had become from your crying. There were trails nearly barren of makeup that the tears left behind, but much to your surprise your eye makeup had held true to its promise of being waterproof. Your hair on the other hand was a different story. You had a bad habit of running your hands through it when you were stressed, so naturally after a breakdown like that it looked like a ratâs nest⊠Not wanting to look at yourself in that state any longer, you rid yourself of the makeup and combed through your hair so it wouldnât be a tangled mess anymore.
As you did this though, you realized that the clothes you had put on for your date were suddenly obnoxious and irritating, causing your heart rate to spike with more anxiety with every move you made. So you quickly took them off and threw on a comfortable and ridiculously soft t-shirt and pajama pants in their wake. Your irritated senses were soothed once you were rid of all the nuisances and you made your way into the kitchen to make yourself a quick and comforting dish for dinner.Â
With your food balanced carefully on the armrest of the couch while you settled in, you decided to binge British baking shows in order to keep your mind off of things. The soothing accents and descriptions of baked goods would be a welcome distraction. You avoided thinking about the steady ache in your heart caused by the growing number of canceled dates, the descriptions of recipes and the monotonous routines falling like a warm blanket over your mind. They would also help in your attempt to fend off the old memories threatening to take hold of your thoughts once more. While it wasnât the perfect solution to your problems, it was the best one you had. And, for now, it would have to do.Â
A week later you waited with bated breath, your heart pounding against your ribs, as the minutes ticked by before Matt would pick you up for your rain-check date. There was less effort put into your hair and makeup for the outing, your anxiety telling you the effort would be for naught, but you still deemed yourself presentable enough to feign confidence being next to someone as attractive as Matt. A sense of relief washed over you when you heard a gentle knock on your door. You let out a deep sigh, a smile painting your lips, as you made your way to the door.Â
When you opened the door, your heart skipped a beat like it always did when you saw Mattâs charming smile. He stood patiently in the hallway, waiting to take you on your date. âHey, sweetheart,â Matt said before pulling you in for a kiss.Â
âHey yourself,â you told him when he pulled away a few moments later. âHow was work?â
âIt was good. Got through the toughest part of the paperwork for the latest client,â he told you as you took your keys out of your purse to lock the door behind you. You wrapped your hand around his bicep and began leading him down the hall, the steady tapping of his cane a soothing and familiar rhythm as you walked. âWeâre hoping that we could get the opposition to go in with a deal so it doesnât have to go to court, but itâs looking like this is more complicated than we anticipated. The client is really worried about having to make an appearance, so itâs taking a lot of convincing from Karen to not just drop the case altogether.â
âOh, that sounds tough, Iâm sorry,â you told him as you hit the button to summon the elevator. Matt shrugged in response. It was simply something that came with the job and they were dealing.
âHow was work for you?â Matt asked as the two of you stepped into the elevator.Â
âIt was fine. Nothing too crazy,â you replied. âI wish people in this city were a bit kinder, butâŠâ
âAre you okay?â Matt asked quietly, the elevator coming to a stop at the bottom floor.Â
âIâll be fine. Itâs nothing. Really. I just need to get tougher skin, thatâs all,â you told him quickly, trying to brush away his concern. It really wasnât that big of a deal. Some customers just felt entitled to scream at you and come up withâŠcolorful insults to hurl your way in response to you just doing your job. Matt had bigger fish to fry than that. He was under a lot of stress with this case, it sounded like, and you didnât want your problems to needlessly occupy his mind.Â
âWhere did you wanna go for dinner?â you asked as the two of you pushed through the front door. The usual sounds of the city bounced around you. Honking cars, scattered conversations, the usual hustle and bustle of good âol New York. It was noisy, but it was home.
âI chose last time, did you have anything in mind?â Matt asked after a few moments of silence. He wondered why you were brushing off his attempts at conversation. He could tell that the question had caused a pang of anxiety to rise in you and he could smell the salt of tears building behind your eyes, but still you pushed the subject away. Why? You were usually fairly vocal about how work was, but lately you had started to close yourself off. It made Matt start to wonder what had set you off⊠Maybe your supervisor left or something like that. He would try and get to the bottom of that later.
His mind was dragged back into the conversation as you timidly said, âI donât really have a preference, itâs whatever you wanna do.â You cleared your throat and asked, âWhat about that scratch made pizza place you mentioned wanting to try? I looked into it and they make their dough and sauce in house every day. They seem to get as many locally sourced meats as possible, too. I think they may actually get some of it from Foggyâs family.â
âThat sounds great, lead the way,â Matt replied with a brief laugh. He felt the air shift around you as you nodded and pulled out your phone with your free hand, followed shortly by the quiet electronic voice of the GPS guiding you to your destination.Â
Matt couldnât help the small smile that made its way onto his lips as he followed you to the restaurant. The two of you had been together for a while now, his enhanced senses still not something you were aware of, yet you took everything that they affected into consideration. When Matt had mentioned off handedly that the cotton in your sheets felt scratchy on his skin, you had switched to silk and satin ones instead. When you noticed that your lotions and perfumes were too strong for him and gave him headaches, you took to using more toned down and natural scents. You started making meals with organic and fresh ingredients and going to restaurants that did the same because he mentioned one time that processed foods didnât agree with him. During your time together you had done everything you could to make sure Matt was comfortable even without really knowing why. A warm smile tugged on his lips as he reminisced on how grateful he truly was to you.
Matt had attempted to do the same for you in any way that he could without revealing too much about his abilities. He would swing by a small florist stand and get you flowers when he knew you were having a bad day. He would surprise you with the lunch you had been telling your coworkers you had been craving. He would offer you massages when he could practically feel the tension in your muscles after work. The one thing he couldnât do was ask why you had been crying so much lately in the safety of your own apartment, tucked away from him and everyone else in the world. He wanted to offer you solace and a place to be vulnerable, but you had never been open in that aspect of your emotions. Well, that and the fact that most of the time when he heard your cries he was in his Daredevil suit and couldnât just waltz right into your apartment to offer you the comfort you needed. The love you deserved.Â
When the pair of you neared the pizza place, Matt deeply inhaled the scent of all the fresh ingredients and he sent a smile your way as he told you, âGreat choice, sweetheart.â
âOh, thanks!â you stuttered out, a light blush dusting your cheeks in response to his praise.Â
The pizza was as amazing as you had expected. The ingredients were all fresh and proved to be the winning combination they were advertised to be. Between bites of pizza, the two of you opted to play a game where you people watched and described passersby to Matt and asked what he thought their story was. As usual, you were floored when Matt would tell you what he thought with a small smirk teasing his lips. When they would walk by, heâd be right on the money. You couldnât help the school-girl-like laugh that escaped your lips at his latest feat as you asked, âHow do you do that?â
âThanks, in part, to you,â Matt told you with a fond smile on his lips. While that was in fact a little white lie, Matt never missed an opportunity to compliment you and your people skills. âYouâre very good at describing people and their mannerisms. It helps me decide if theyâre a tourist, a local, a business person, or whatever else.â
âOkay, letâs go again, thereâs this man-â you started to say but cut yourself off when you saw Mattâs eyebrows furrow behind his red lenses and he began fishing around in his coat pockets for something. âEverything all right?â you asked timidly, your hands dropping down into your lap to mess with the hem of your shirt.Â
âJust getting a call,â he told you off handedly as he finally found the flip phone in a pocket and answered it with a quick, âYeah?â Mattâs eyes closed and you saw the muscles in his jaw working as he ground his teeth together in response to whatever was being said to him on the other line. âYeah. Give me twenty minutes-â A frustrated sigh heaved from his chest and Matt ran a hand over the stubble growing on his chin before he relented, saying, âFine. Ten minutes, then Iâll be there,â before hanging up.Â
You were thankful that he wasnât able to see the disappointed look on your face. When he hung up the phone mere moments later, you probably looked like a wounded puppy. You forced down the steadily growing feeling of heartbreak as you attempted to casually ask, âYou gotta get going?â
Matt sported a painful expression on his face, his unseeing gaze concentrated somewhere on your upper chest while he closed his eyes yet again as he nodded. He got up from his seat and fished his wallet out from his pocket, feeling around for the properly folded bills to pay for the meal and dessert if you wanted. Placing the bills on the table and a kiss on your temple, Matt apologized before unfolding his cane and practically sprinting out of the pizzeria.Â
The call was from one of Mahoneyâs men who was deep undercover in the drug gang he had been trying to take down, and if the intel was right, Matt would be able to take down the growing syndicate that night if he hurried. They were growing more and more brazen as time went on, and even with the threat of Daredevil, the man in charge was committed to getting what he wanted. If that meant killing, then so be it. So, he needed to be stopped. Mattâs senses became laser focused on monitoring where he knew their hideout was. He turned into an unoccupied alleyway before tossing his cane away and vaulting himself onto fire escapes. He needed to get to his suit before he could take down the head of the operation.
Once he was out of sight, a deep sigh left your chest along with a quiet sob that you couldnât hold back. Not wanting more tears to break free, you closed your eyes and tried to focus on literally anything else besides the growing pain in your chest. You tried to breathe as normally as you could, but it was hard as you felt your throat getting tighter with emotion by the second. Your head snapped to attention as a woman to your left asked, âCan I interest you in some dessert, angiolo?âÂ
âOh, I-â you started to say as you looked into the small Italian womanâs warm eyes, your voice trembling against your will in the process.Â
âIâll get you dessert,â she said with finality, giving you a pat on the back and heading off toward the kitchen. You were left slightly bewildered in her wake, the shock of the strange encounter pulling you out of your heartbreak for a few moments.Â
The truth of the matter was that she had watched as Matt left in a haste and saw your reaction - how your shoulders hunched inward and you looked smaller as your leg began to anxiously bounce. She returned a few minutes later with a small to-go box filled with cannolis and you thanked her graciously as you handed her the money Matt had given you to pay for the meal. She gave you a warm smile, taking the money graciously, then you headed out of the restaurant.
As you walked back to your apartment, the weight of everything began to rest heavily on your shoulders again. You wanted nothing more than to curl up on your couch with a cup of soothing tea and ignore the world for a while. You buried your emotions as best you could as you headed to the nearest bodega that sold your favorite tea. While searching the aisles, your body went into auto-pilot mode as you made your selection. Your mind pestered you with something that had been bothering you since Matt got that phone call at the restaurant. The phone he answered wasnât his usual cell phone. His normal phone was a touchscreen one that called out the name of whoever was calling him. This one was a flip phone that didnât seem to have any of his accommodations. You had seen him put his other phone in his pocket before you left the apartment, so you knew he had that one on him, so why-
âHey!â came Karenâs chipper voice after she called out your name in greeting.Â
You tried to subtly wipe away the tears that had begun leaking out of your eyes before forcing a smile onto your face as you turned toward the blonde and said, âHey! What are you doing here?â
A look you couldnât quite gauge flitted across Karenâs features before she huffed out a quiet laugh and said, âOh, you know me, just working late at the office. We ran out of coffee this morning, and I am in desperate need, so I just came here to grab some.â When she said this, you finally noticed the tub of ground coffee she had in her arms as she added, âIâll have to grab some from the coffee shop for Matt in the morning, but for now thisâll do for me.â
âO-of course,â you said with a small nod. Matt couldnât stand the taste of pre-ground coffee from the bodega, preferring the freshly ground stuff from the local coffee shops. It was something you had noted early on in your relationship and made sure to get for him weekly to bring to the office. He was always so busy between cases, so it was the least you could do to supply him with the much needed caffeine. But as you stared at the container in Karenâs hands, you felt a pang of guilt hit you as you remembered that you forgot to grab him any this week.Â
Karenâs soft voice once again broke you out of your head as she asked, âHey, I uh⊠I could use the company, do you want to head over to the office with me for a bit? We havenât hung out in a while.â She motioned toward the box in your hand as she finished with, âWe have plenty of hot water to make your tea with, and I think thereâs still some honey from when we closed Mrs. Cabreraâs case.â
âOh, sure,â you found yourself saying before you could fully process it. The people pleaser in you didnât want to say no, so you paid for your goods and followed her to the offices of Nelson, Murdock, and Page while you tried not to drown in the sea of anxiety that was engulfing you.Â
On the way there, you nodded at the right places and gave a few affirmatives as Karen talked to you about their latest cases, but you couldnât help your mind from wandering back to worrying. When the two of you arrived in the office, you let your body take control to begin steeping the tea while Karen began preparing the pot for her coffee. Who had Matt been on the phone with? They were certainly pressuring him to be on time to whatever meeting they were having. Whoever it was obviously was important to him, or maybe you were vastly overestimating your value in his life. Maybe-
âEverything okay?âÂ
That was the first thing you heard Karen ask when your mind finally remembered that you werenât alone. Pushing down the feeling of embarrassment at being caught lost in your own thoughts, you quickly nodded and forced a smile onto your lips as you said, âYeah! Of course!â You placed the little box from the restaurant down on the counter and opened it as you asked, âHow do you feel about cannolis? There are a lot more in here than I thought and Iâll never be able to eat all of them!â
âOh, sureâŠâ Karen said slowly, her eyebrows furrowing together as she pondered why youâd changed the subject so quickly.Â
After savoring the taste of the dessert, you offered Karen another fake smile before asking, âSo, these last few cases have been keeping the three of you pretty busy huh? Mattâs been exhausted lately. He told me heâs been getting home pretty late every night after meeting with clients.â
While Karen responded with something about a new client not wanting to go to court and thatâs why she was there so late, your mind began wandering again. Was it a client who had called Matt at dinner? He left in such a hurry⊠You didnât think that he would answer a client in the way he did though. And there was still the thing about the phone⊠Did Karen know about who he might be-
Your name being called cut through your racing thoughts and you jumped at the sudden intrusion, causing hot tea to spill onto the hand holding the cup. âShit!â you whispered urgently as you began flicking your hand around to rid yourself of the burning liquid quickly before more of it scalded your skin.Â
âOh my gosh, Iâm so sorry! I didnât mean to startle you!â Karen said, her hand covering her mouth for a moment in shock before she began frantically looking around for something to help you with.Â
âNo, no, itâs not your fault. Itâs mine. Iâm sorry. I should really get going. I didnât mean to interrupt your work. Iâm sorry,â you told her quickly while holding back more tears. âKeep the cannolis. They should still be good in the morning.â
âAre you sure? I can see if thereâs any aloe or something,â she told you as she dug through her purse.Â
âDonât worry about me,â you told her before quickly turning toward the office door and heading out, offering a courteous goodnight before your departure. You just needed to be alone. You could deal with the burn when you got to your apartment, but right now you didnât need to be in Karenâs company. You were self aware enough to know what just one more thing wouldâve set you off into a total mental breakdownâŠ
The next morning after getting Matt some fresh coffee from a local shop near the firm, Karen made her way into the office. âMorning Karen!â Foggy greeted her as she started putting her things down on her desk.Â
âMorning, Fog! Have a good night?â she asked.Â
âI did! Marci and I had some pizza then zonked out in front of the TV for a while.. It was great!â he replied, the smile on his face cluing to Karen that what he recounted wasnât all that had happened, but she kept her smirk to herself as she told him that she was happy he had a good night.Â
She dropped the bag of coffee by the coffee maker before heading over to Mattâs office. She knocked on the doorframe to get his attention. âHey. I got you some coffee from the shop down the street. You look like you need it.â
Matt rubbed his temples and nodded, telling her, âLong night. Worked with Mahoneyâs guy to take down that drug gang Iâve been after. Didnât get back to the apartment until around threeâŠâ As Matt followed Karen to the coffee station, a familiar floral scent hit his nose which prompted him to ask, âWas she here last night?â
Karen asked your name in a question and got the affirmative, so she told him, âYeah. She seemed upset when I ran into her at the bodega getting coffee, so I invited her back here to talk. She seemed super distracted, though. When I called her name to get her attention, she spilled her tea and burned her hand. Then she bolted.â
Upon hearing this, Matt sighed and ran a hand over the lower half of his face which prompted Karen to ask, âWhat did you do?â Right as she did though, a memory hit her and she gasped quietly before saying, âYou had a date planned last night⊠You two were on a date when you had to go take care of that drug gang, werenât you?â
âYeah,â Matt admitted quietly, guilt laced in his voice and seeping into his mind.Â
âOh, MattâŠâ she whispered sympathetically. She took a sip of her coffee before telling him, âYou knowâŠevery time I asked her how she was or tried to offer help, she deflected pretty quickly. She was also super distracted and zoned out a lot. I know that look, Matt. Thereâs something thatâs eating her alive and sheâs suffering in silence. Sheâs not accepting help from her friends.â She placed her cup down on the counter and crossed her arms as she said pointedly, âI think you need to talk to her, Matt.â
âKaren, I-â Matt tried but was interrupted.
âTalk to her,â Karen said with a finality in her tone as a quiet knock sounded through the office, indicating that their first client of the day had arrived.Â
By the time midday had rolled around, Matt had called you and got your voicemail since you were at work. He opted to go ahead and leave the voicemail, telling you, âHey sweetheart. Karen told me what happened last night. I realized that thereâs something weâve been needing to talk about. Iâll be over at around seven tonight. See you then.â
By the time you had gotten the opportunity to check your voicemail, you were already back at your apartment after work. A quick glance at your clock told you it was nearly a quarter till seven. When you heard the words thereâs something weâve been needing to talk about from Matt, your heart dropped. Fear and panic began to fill your whole body, gripping your throat in a tight vice.Â
This was it. This was surely the end of the most wonderful relationship youâd had in years. All because you were too afraid to talk about your feelings. You had overcorrected because of your insecurities from the past and that ran Matt off. Because you were too afraid to accept help from others and he got tired of it. Because he found someone else who was willing to be open and honest with him about everything. Because he found someone better than you. More secure in themself. Less anxious. Someone without a past that haunted them like yours didâŠ
You barely made it to the couch in your living area before collapsing as you were consumed with your brutal thoughts of insecurity and anticipatory grief about the end of you and Matt. The room felt like it was spinning and closing in on you simultaneously. You were left clutching your knees to your chest as you tried to hold onto some semblance of self. You were failing miserably. Shallow gasps of air were all you could manage through your tightening throat. Your heart pounded in your ears. Tears flowed down your cheeks. All encompassing doom clouded the edges of your mind. This was it.
Matt was so exhausted after a long day at the firm, following his even longer night out as Daredevil, that he felt like his enhanced senses were drowning him. Everything was too overwhelming, too distracting, too much. So, he concentrated inward and focused on his own heartbeat to drown out everything else bombarding his senses. He also focused on the flowers in his hand that he had bought for you. The bouquet of roses reminded him of your shampoo, subtle and floral. It put a small smile on his lips as he made his way to your apartment.Â
Getting lost in concentrating on the smell of the roses and the steady beat of his own heart, Matt didnât even tune into your apartment until he was right outside of it about to raise his hand to knock. And thatâs when he sensed it. Your rapid heart rate and breathing. Fear. Panic. And you were on the other side of a locked door.Â
Knowing that there was a roof access door nearby and no one else in the hallway, Matt dropped his cane as well as the roses and bolted toward it, desperate to get to you. The chill of the night hit him as he navigated the familiar rooftop and then down to the fire escape outside of your window. Luckily you had left your window unlocked, so Matt threw it open and crawled through before making his way over to your shaking form on the couch.Â
You were alone in the apartment and there weren't any unfamiliar smells in the space, so he knew there was no immediate danger that set you off. He wrapped you in his arms and rubbed your back as he mumbled, âItâs okay, sweetheart. Iâve got you. Iâm right here.âÂ
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry,â you choked out as you burrowed into his chest.Â
âSorry for what?â Matt asked before kissing your temple.Â
âFor not being enough,â you replied, your voice breaking as a fresh batch of tears rolled down your flushed cheeks. Before Matt could even respond to that, you found yourself rambling, telling him, âI thought that if I didnât bother you with all the shit in my head, then maybe I wouldnât run you off⊠I thought that the more of me you saw, the less of me youâd like. But⊠I still managed to mess everything up⊠Like I always doâŠâ You huffed out a humorless laugh before saying, âI get it if thereâs someone else. I wouldnât wanna be with me, eitherâŠâ
Matt felt his heart shatter as the words fell out of you in a grief-filled torrent. Tears began to sting the backs of his eyes. He knew he couldnât lose himself in his guilt for making you feel this way, though, so he focused back on you. âHey, hey, just breathe. Breathe with me, sweetheart,â Matt mumbled as he pulled you closer.Â
Matt ran his hand up and down your back and told you to breathe in and out with the soothing strokes. You tried, but with the amount of anxiety still filling your body and clutching at your throat, it felt like an impossible task. Matt didnât give up though, and on top of the slow and soothing patterns he ran up and down your back, he began to mumble sweet nothings into your ear that reassured you that you were safe. That you were with him. That everything would be okay. These reassurances werenât just for you though. They were for him as he too tried to calm down his own racing mind.Â
After a few minutes, Matt finally got your heart rate and breathing back down to a normal enough pace. When he was sure you were calmed down enough to talk, he tentatively asked, âWhat makes you think thereâs someone else? I promise thereâs only you, sweetheart. Iâve never had a partner as kind and caring and accommodating as you. I would be a fool to mess that up.â
âItâs justâŠâ you whispered, a quiet sob tumbling off your lips before you took a deep and shaky breath. âThe canceled dates. The bolting in the middle of the one last night. The mysterious flip phone you used yesterday. The background noise on the call last week. Telling me youâve been getting home in the ungodly hours of the night.â You swallowed hard before pushing through by confessing, âMy last relationship⊠It ended because he was cheating. When I first got suspicious though he made me feel like the bad guy for bringing it up. The things he said were extremely harsh and I guess⊠I guess my mind never got past that. Now I stuff down all of my own emotions to make sure others are happy and not bothered by my feelings. And over the last month, I couldnât help but notice that youâve been doing some of the same things he did, and⊠Gosh, I should shut up. I'm really sorry. I shouldnât have said anything. Just forget I said anything. Iâm sorryâŠâ
More tears began falling from your eyes and you attempted to get up from the couch. You desperately needed to put some separation between you and Matt. You felt like you were just digging a hole you couldnât get out of. But instead of letting you hide away from him again, his strong arms pulled you impossibly closer and kept you right where you were. âDonât apologize. Please,â he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion. âHe sounds like a controlling prick and Iâm sorry that such a caring person ever had to deal with that⊠You donât deserve to feel like you canât talk about your feelings. Iâm sorry if I ever made you feel that way.â
âItâs not you, itâs justâŠtrauma,â you told him as your exhausted body relaxed into his embrace. With your senses finally easing after being stretched so thin, you were able to make some sense of the current situation. Looking over at the door to the hallway, you furrowed your eyebrows together as you asked, âMatt?â
ïżœïżœïżœYeah?â
âHow did you get into my apartment?â You hadnât found the time to get a spare key made to give to him, and you knew that you had locked it on your way in, so howâŠ? You felt Mattâs muscles tense and in response your heart sped up as your anxiety started to settle back in.Â
In his rush to get to you to provide you with the comfort you needed, Matt didnât even think about how he would explain how he got into the apartment. After his conversation with Karen that morning, he had thought long and hard about the possibility of telling you the truth about what he did at night, but he didnât think the conversation would lead here. It seemed like there was no way to avoid it nowâŠ
There was a long moment of silence before Matt gave into the inevitable and asked, âDo you want to know the real reason why I stay out so late and have been so exhausted lately? Why Iâve had to cancel dates?âÂ
Confusion filled your mind when he asked the questions. Why was Matt asking that in response to your wondering how he got into your apartment? Surely your apartment manager had nothing to do with- You stopped your spiraling thoughts before they could get out of control and nodded, telling him, âI do.â
Another long pause filled the air before Matt said in a barely audible whisper, âIâm DaredevilâŠâ Your breath hitched in your throat for a moment before you laughed quietly and threw your arms around him in a tight embrace. Matt froze for a second before returning your hug as he asked, âYouâre not⊠I donât know⊠Mad? Shocked? Upset? Wanting to run away?â
âIâm just happy you arenât cheating on me,â you told him, a genuine laugh falling from your lips before you could stop it. You pulled away and kissed his cheek before you said, âNo wonder Daredevilâs seemed to take an interest in me getting home safe when Iâm out late.â
âOh, so you noticed, huh?â Matt asked with a quiet chuckle leaving his lips.Â
âEspecially after that group of assholes tried to touch me when I was heading home after Lauraâs birthday party,â you noted, a small smile pulling the corners of your lips up.Â
âYeah, I may have gone a bit overboard with that one,â he said sheepishly. He cleared his throat and told you, âThere was this drug gang that was starting to gain ground over the last few weeks. Thatâs why Iâve been skipping out on dates here lately. I wanted to keep you and the rest of Hellâs Kitchen safe.â
âDid you deal with them?â you asked.Â
âLast night, yeah,â he replied. âThat was Mahoneyâs UC calling me on my emergency burner that Foggy has aptly called my âDevil Signal,ââ he said, ending his statement with a chuckle and shake of his head.Â
âSo, Foggy knows?â
âAnd Karen,â he said. âYou took it a lot better than they did.â
âWell, thatâs because it doesnât change anything between us,â you told him. âClearly, Iâve been dealing with your Daredevil schedule since we started dating. The only reason it was bothering me lately was because of my own insecurity. It hasnât caused any problems, so why would it change anything now?â
âGod, I love you,â Matt whispered before pulling you into a gentle kiss.Â
âI love you too,â you told him as you rested your forehead on his.Â
You were quiet for a few moments, letting the peace of the moment soothe your swirling mind, before you pulled away and said cautiously, âI do have a question though⊠Considering what you do as Daredevil, are you reallyâŠ?â
âBlind? Yes,â he told you. âMy other senses are enhanced, though, so Iâm able to navigate the world easily. Iâm able to hear what other people canât. Thatâs how I get to stuff before the cops do.â He rubbed your back as he admitted quietly, âI could hear you having a panic attack in here, so I⊠I came in through the window.â
âYou couldâŠ? How?â you asked, feeling your heart jump into your throat.Â
âYour heart rate just sped up when I told you that,â he told you with a ghost of a smile on his lips. âIâm able to hear peopleâs heart and respiratory rate. I can also smell cortisol levels and adrenaline. All of that was off the charts when I got here so I broke in so I could comfort you,â he said, his smile evident in his voice as he finished the sentence.Â
âOh⊠This is going to be a learning curve,â you breathed, suddenly feeling very aware of everything your body was doing at the moment.Â
âAnd Iâll be here for you every step of the way,â Matt told you before pulling you in for another tender kiss. âPromise me youâll tell me about whateverâs on your mind from now on?â
âPromise,â you agreed, and Matt could tell by the steady beat of your heart that you were telling the truth.Â
a/n: this was basically a way for me to process some personal shit (excuse the lore lmao) because writing is my way of dealing with things!
special thanks to @sunflowersandsapphires for helping me process my thoughts and make my ideas into a story as well as to @a-leg-without-fear @dorothleah and @shouldbestudying41 for beta reading and providing edits! i love you all!
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Kinktober Day 10 ~ Roleplay
Leon Kennedy x AFAB! Reader
Summary: You and Leon play a little pretend.
A/N: Not the first time I've written Leon, but the first time I'm posting about him here. Enjoy!
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âThank you for saving me, Mr. Kennedy.â
Leon holds in a straight face when you flutter your eyelashes in his direction, while heâs carrying you in his arms.
âPlease, call me Leon.â
âLeonâŠâ You sigh dreamily, resting your head against his built chest. After going some ways in the living room, he sets you down in front of the couch. Crouching down and scanning over the piece of furniture for any imaginary bad guys that would want to hurt you. Taking his pretend role very seriously the way he holds up his non-existent gun.
âThe coast is clear. You're safe now.â
âOh thank you so much!â You practically throw yourself at him with a hug, your breasts pressed tightly against his chest. Leon pretends to ignore the feeling; not sure how long you want to go with this bit.
He gives you a gentle pat on the back, âIt's no problem, ma'am. Part of the job.â
âIs there any way I could possibly thank you?â You're gazing at him with your beautiful eyes once more. Leon glances away from you.
âThereâs no need. I don't do this to receive gifts.â
âBut people have thanked you before. Right?â Your hands caress his chest, feeling through the thin fabric of his black compression shirt.
âYeah. By cards, flowersâŠâ
âNothing else?â
Leon bites back a groan as you swivel your hips against his crotch. A tent in his pants is almost warranted.
âNo? What did you have in mind?â
You hum before kissing his face gently, covering every part of his skin with your lipstick. Leon keeps you stable with a hand on your side as you go down to his neck, sucking on where his pulse is. He tilts it to give you more room, mind getting foggy at your advances.
Leon's sure you left some marks on him as you continue down. Your soft kisses pressed against his shirt, not giving it as much attention as that wasn't your goal. The bulge from his pants was your main quest as you start to unbutton them.
âThis is your way of saying thank you?â He says while watching you pull out his shaft through his boxers. You nod and he lets out a breathy chuckle, âI hope you don't thank anyone else like this.â
âJust you.â
Leon hisses when you touch him, slowly stroking him as a start. He grips the couch while watching you pump him. Gathering pre cum, smearing it down his length. Your eyes filled with a glint of curiosity.
He doesn't tell you what to do when you bend down to lick up his shaftâtaking in the slight curve and small vein to it. Leon sighs when you swirl your tongue around his tip, catching any cum that leaked out.
âY-You're really good at thisâŠâ
You smirk for a moment before taking more of his cock in your mouth. Leon tried to hold back in touching you but gripped the back of your neck. You only took him in halfway, using your hand to stroke the rest. A moderate pace as you sucked him off. His chest rising unsteady as you bobbed your head up and down.
Leon choked when your tongue was flat along the base of his dick, adding on to that extra feeling you were giving him. He was coated in your saliva, a shudder running down his spine at how good you were making him feel.
Your moans vibrated against his shaft, picking up the pace when you hollowed out your cheeks, sucking harder.
âShitâŠâ Leon swore against his teeth, the grip on the back of your neck getting tighter. He felt his body burning up, his hips accidentally bucking up into you. The action made you gag, and he was worried he went too far, but you kept going, desperate to push him over the edge.
âI'mâŠI'm about toâŠâ
You give him the go-ahead, and he doesn't waste time. His cum shoots down your throat, and you expertly swallow it all. Not missing a single drop.
When you pull away, you lick your lips, and he thinks that it's so sexy when you do that.
âFor my savior.â
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(here is your answer for the naga scara x fem or male reader) DO ANY GENDER IDC IM JUST FOAMING AT THE MOUTH RN LIKE A DOG FOR YOUR POST RIGHT NEOWOOWOWOW NEOWOWOWOWO (I would prefer fem reader, but idc about the gender. Just gimme the story bbg) (Also, stay healthy!1 <3)
Notes: I know I have other requests but this was too tempting, thank you so much for the health comment!! I HOPE YALL ARE STILL AROUND!! Btw Iâm not sure about Naga Anatomy so his cocks are like hidden in slits/pockets.
Pairings: Naga!Scaramouche x Fem!NaiveReader
Tags: Naive!Reader, 2 Cocks, Scara is kinda creepy but sweetish, fingering, Virgin!Reader, Sheltered!Reader, Fem!Reader, SMUT, NOT PROOFREAD
Naga Scaramouche who is entranced by the sheltered village girl: you, a pretty thing that wonât stray too far into the forest.
Naga Scaramouche whos very patient watching you from the trees, he watches as the short dress you wear rises up just a few inches when you pick a berry too high for you. The tight white panties seem to hug your ass so good.
Naga Scaramouche who canât wait to have you underneath him, coiled in his tail and in his embrace.
Naga Scaramouche who finally has the opportunity to attempt to speak with you, you had gotten a little lost when you decide your pickings of berries werenât up to standard, a lost lamb like yourself practically in tears searching every direction to try to remember where home is.
Naga Scaramouche who introduces himself and youâre scared shitless, youâve only heard of his kind in the stories your mother would tell you to scare you into being good. Heâs big, but you canât deny how pretty he is, his tail is a deep purple hue as well as his pretty mauve long hair that cascades down his back and stops at his lower abdomen, mentioning that, heâs shirtless.
Naga Scaramouche who offers to lead the pretty lamb to safety, warning you that thereâs dangers that would do awful things to such a weak thing like yourself. That he does, leading you safely to the outskirts of your village, during the whole walk you canât stop stealing glances at the beautiful mystery man. He can hear your parents are calling your name with desperate urgency. You look back at him to offer a thank you, but discover heâs gone.
You who comes back a few days later at the spot he had dropped you off at, you bring a cooked rabbit stew as a gift to give to him or at least hope you can give it. a few minutes later you can hear rustling and a voice speaks up: âA gift? For me perhaps?â You face the man once again in all his beauty you nod quickly and he laughs at that.
Exchanges are had over the next few months, with you listening and talking to âScaramoucheâ you learn his name is. He seems rather dodgy with questions about himself but wants you to talk about yourself all the time, you have no issues with it, deciding later on heâd become more open.
Scaramouche looks at you weirdly, a look you canât quite decipher, itâs like heâs looking through you, and you hate that. You hate how weird and tingly it makes you feel, how you feel weird even down there. You donât have anyone to talk to about this feeling so itâs bottled up and held in.
Scaramouche makes it subtle at first, glancing at you, making sure to make eye contact even though your eyes dart to avoid his, light touches on your arms, thighs, and neck. He knows what heâs doing to you and he doesnât feel a bit bad about it, he wants to claim you already, his cock can only be contained for so long, itâs getting harder and harder but he feels a few more pushes will bring you right along.
After a whole week youâve given up, you come to him with all your issues and how confused and foggy you feel around him, you suggest distancing yourself away from him for a little. He hates that idea you can tell by the dark swirl in his eyes, he calms himself and calms you. Putting his hand on the small of your back he whispers lowly on how heâll help you, help you get rid of all your problems.
You accept of course, as pliant as ever.
He helps you relax on the forest floor, a beautiful light pouring in to emphasize the glow of his gorgeous tail. He starts by asking you to lift your dress, and you listen obediently. Your supple skin now for him to revel in, but itâs not nearly enough. Your panties are on display as well, the thing seems to be squeezing you just like the last pair. Thin fingers grab one of your thighs and lifts it up in the air in your direction, being mindful to watch his sharp fingernails as they clench around the fat.
He uses the palm of his fingertip to trace the outline of your wet cunt, that makes your breath hitch, his fingers are warm or maybe itâs you whoâs warm as he continues to trace and examine you. Scaramouche presses on your clit just a little bit, heâs testing the waters. That does bring out a reaction: you clutch your fingers around the fabric of your dress that you still hold.
You feel impatient even though youâre just getting started, new feelings are swirling in your gut when he lays down on his stomach near your pussy. Scaramouche doesnât want to rid you of your panties just yet, the wet patch in the middle arouses him so much. He pulls them to the side to reveal your glistening cunt: heâs never seen a humans area before not unless they were in books and he did quite a lot of studying on womenâs anatomy but having the real thing makes his cock ache, he wants to be buried deep in you but before that he needs to prep you.
Scaramouche licks a long stride up your cunt from bottom to top, a whine leaves your throat at the new feeling of something foreign but not unwanted, based on your reaction he does it again and again till heâs lapping up a good bit of your cum: and god do you taste heavenly, he finds himself completely entranced with licking you over and over, you arenât fairing any better with the way your hips have started to buck towards more pleasure. Lewd moans keep filling the forest around you paired with Scaramouches loud sucking, he guides his tongue to your clit, licking around it before completely engulfing the sensitive thing in his mouth.
A tightness is forming in your belly, you urge Scaramouche that something happening and maybe he should slow down, he doubles down and both of his hands are holding your thighs up: pinning you in place as he keeps abusing your poor clit. Your whining gets even more pitched up before you spasm and cum on his face. He takes the opportunity to slide a finger inside of your tight hole: it does prove to be difficult but he does fit about a quarter of one in. He starts up the process of stretching you out to accommodate him.
After a while youâre finally ready, but you can only take about half of him or heâs pretty sure youâd start up your crying. You lay staring at his actions with lust ridden eyes: heâs going to ruin you. His long tail grabs you by your waist, lifting you to sit right on where his cocks lays hidden.
Heâs really had enough of edging himself, with your full attention he guides your hands to, two slits: intrigued you make a move to press your finger in and he jumps to grab your hand as fast as possible, you make a certain worried face at him and he shakes his head to reassure you. He decides that was a bad idea and takes his cock out himself, he has two but he doesnât want to spook you straight away, well more than he already has.
He begins stroking himself while you watch, you lean forward: relaxing your hands on either side of his body. Youâre thinking how his cock is just as pretty as him. A low groan slips from his lips, hes stroking himself from his balls to his tip: squeezing just a bit every so often.
When heâs done with that he lifts you up till your cunt is hovering over him, he lines himself up and slides in: a loud moan now leaves both your lips, for you itâs the stretch of his thick tip and for him itâs the tight rim he still has to push past. After a good bit heâs now leaned on a rock while holding your body so you donât hurt yourself and end up having all of him in you, thatâs for later.
A rhythm is developed, with him fucking you only last a certain point, your gooey insides feel so good around him, his head falls against the rock but he doesnât stop lifting and pulling you back down. His head feels heady with need, heâd love to just shove you down all the way. You arenât fairing any better, already seeming like you were cum again: dazed and dumb thatâs how his cock had you.
Scaramouche thinks this feels better than those nights were heâd pump his cock to the thought of doing you like this, the real thing is so much more better obviously.
He speeds up his pace, angling his cock a tad bit deeper. He pulls out and slams back in, he brings you into a tight embrace before heâs cumming, the feeling of something warm also sending you over and you cream around his cock. Afterwards heâs decorating kisses all over your face, cooing at how perfect you are, how good you made him feel and how good youâll both feel in the future
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A Cup of Madness, Please!
[MadHatter!Beomgyu x lost!Reader] [Wondrous Tales] [Series] [One-shot]
Pairing: MadHatter!Beomgyu x Lost!Reader
Genre(s): Fantasy, dark fantasy, action, dark romance, supernatural.
Contains: Profanity, mentions/implications of drug use/sedative, complex themes of time, obsessive behaviour, mental breakdowns, binding, violence, gaslighting, manipulation and dialogue-heavy.
Note: thanks for such a patient wait guys! Had t rework this one a lot, and I hope the end result is good! <3
Links: Wondrous Tales Masterlist || Masterlist
Summary: Having managed to elude the tea party and trick Kai into thinking youâll stay, you scramble for your life by bargaining with a strange caterpillar hanging from the trees to escape.
Being barely lucid, you stumble into what seems to be another secluded grove, another tea party. Oh, you were definitely mad by this point. Not again! You see exuberant host with his feet up on the table with a grin, âWelcome, welcome, do come and join me, little love. I have lots of tea or are you sick of it from the March Hare?â
Panicked you rush off past him, he makes no move to chase after you. How strange. âToodles, love!â Grimacing you rush off through the tangled foliageâŠ.only to arrive back to where you were facing the man again. A loopâŠ?
âTimeâs prisoner I am, and so you will be too. Iâm awfully lonely and the hareâs fed up of my games. Youâll play with me and keep this Hatter company wonât you?â
Your feet drag along the muddy path. Everything seemed utterly weird here (which was saying a lot considering how much you had experienced and seen beforehand!) but this- this was truly weird!
You gaze at the floating leaves, the wind-blown trees of vibrant hues stuck in position, the birds in the sky forming floating statues with the way they hovered in place. Your mind itself felt fuzzy, your movements slow. This entire area felt absent of time. Despite having walked for what seemed to be ages, you felt as if you progressed nowhere at all.
Was this a sign that you were getting closer to the Hatter? Was this the consequence of killing time? Was he also perpetually stuck in this place with no way out? Surely youâd be safe right, you had heeded the caterpillarâs words of not following the path! Then why was everything getting even worse, you felt as though you were walking right into that madmanâs hands!
Instinct bubbles uneasily within you as you sluggishly walk. Something didnât feel right at all, in fact, it made you feel nervous. From what you had heard about the man, nothing good was bound to occur if you met face to face with that lunatic.
You shudder at the thought. Now your main objective was to somehow make it to the Cheshire Catâs Woods. Your gaze lifts to the horizon, in the distance you see a murky, foggy space, the ominous silhouette of jagged trees. Thatâs where you were heading to. It made you feel uneasy, even just from the sight of it from afar. That would be your ticket out of here!
With a renewed vigor, you clench your fists and continue walking ahead. You had to make it out of here, no matter what. You clutch your head, a pounding pain pulsating in your forehead; your perception of time is warped and fatigue strains upon your bones. Everything felt overwhelming and all you wanted to do was go home and take an extraordinarily long nap. To think, youâd have called yourself insane before this, to miss your monotonous and stressful life!
The muddy path seems to curve off away from all the frozen in time chaos and floating objects and your shoulders slouch in relief. Anything further from the Hatter was good news in your eyes. You continue trudging along the path. How much more would you have to walk, to endure? Your mind felt weak, your sanity crumbling by every encounter you had. You really didnât want to go insane here.
The foliage begins to morph and change, monochromatic bushes of black and white, the path ahead of you seems to change with every blink causing you to become disoriented. What the fuck was happening here? You wobble slightly and your mind feels fuzzy. That same unsettling feeling from before - it was nauseating. As though you had no grasp on anything. White noise fills your ears and you groan covering your ears, you begin running along the path in desperation.
What the hell was this place? You had to get out! After a while running; barely barely lucid, you stumble into what seems to be another secluded grove, another tea party. Oh, you were definitely mad by this point. Not again!
Your legs tremble and you attempt to steady yourself as the white static in your eardrums fades. The tea cups and saucers were mismatched, and numerous were shattered to smithereens on the floor. The table cloth was a colourful mismatch of fabrics, colours and patterns. The chairs all pristinely aligned along the sides and the food seemed untouched - varying from cupcakes, cakes, biscuits, scones and croissants perfectly baked to perfection, sweet and alluring in aroma, making your mouth water ever so slightly.
You couldnât have wandered in a big circle back to the Hare, could you? NoâŠit couldnât be. The worst place to be in Wonderland. This couldnât be the Hatterâs Tea Party? Oh you so desperately wanted to deny it, but you knew. You had indeed fucked up terribly.
âWelcome, welcome, do come and join me, little love. I have lots of tea or are you sick of it from the March Hare?â A rich, husky voice startles you and you whip your head to the side. Another small table of delights and treats arranged in pristine fashion. There, you see the exuberant host with his feet up on the table with a grin.
You look around mortified, it was! It was the Hatterâs Party! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fear courses through your system, you donât think your mind could handle another insane encounter! You realise nothing is fenced off in this grove, you were free to roam. Why did you have to indulge him anyway? What if you made a run for it now?
Panicked, you rush off past him, he makes no move to chase after you. How strange? NoâŠthis felt wrong. Did he simply not care? Were you running into another trap? He calls out grinning, âToodles, love!â Oh shit. This wasnât good.
Why couldnât you think straight at all? You felt so weird, so disoriented? Where did all your logic fly off too? You keep running, adrenaline coursing through your vessels. Perhaps it was foolish to do so, but you didnât seem to have any idea, you just wanted to avoid the Hatter at all costs. But now, you feel as though you had walked right into the palm of his hand.
Grimacing, you rush off through the tangled foliage, twigs and leaves brush your face. Heavy pants leave your lips, all you wanted to do was escape. You keep runningâŠonly to arrive back to where you were, facing the peculiar man again.
Fuck. What was this? A loop?
The eccentric male tilts his head, a wide grin on his lips and mischievous sparkle in his eyes as he gleams, âTimeâs prisoner I am, and so you will be too. Iâm awfully lonely and the hareâs fed up with my games. Youâll play with me and keep this Hatter company wonât you?â
Your heart slams against your sternum. Was there truly no way out? Or were you simply going insane? He swings his feet off the table enthusiastically and stands abruptly adjusting his tailcoat, a seductive shade of dark blue with vibrant patterned patches here and there and blood red corsage in his chest pocket. If it werenât for this place, youâd have thought he was a prince out of some fairytale.
Who would have thought the epitome of madness would have such a pretty face? Chiseled features, pouty lips, raven locks which fall in a wolf cut framing his face perfectly; a few strands over his piercing murky eyes. A sharp jaw and pointed nose, truly a beauty with brimming insanity beneath his skin.
With his hands behind his back, he skips over with an ominously delightful tune. Instinctively, you step back, âI-I just want to get to the woods is all, please, I-I- Iâve had enough.â
He tilts his head with a delighted expression and coos, âOh? You beg so pretty. Youâve had enough? But weâve just met, love? My darling little love, Iâve been waiting for you! Oh! You mean the others!â The man throws his head back laughing and tosses his top hat off with a flair. Running his hand through his hair, he giggles, âYou donât like our hospitality?â
Hospitality? Glaring, you take another step back, warily keeping your gaze locked onto him. He walks forward, âItâs been ever so long since Iâve had a guest. Itâs so, so, so unfair yâknow? That pesky king takes the ones that do show up and kills them when heâs bored? Tell me love, then what am I supposed to do? I also want a pretty little guest. And well, well, well, if you made it this far, you truly must be very special!â
You open your mouth to speak. âAh, ah, ah, shush, shush! Let me introduce myself, love. I,â he exclaims, with an extravagant spin with outstretched arms, ââŠam the Mad Hatter, tea party extraordinaire, the most fun person in this dreary place called Wonderland...â he hops over and you yelp as his face is millimetres from yours. His voice drops to a whisper, âBut, you can also call me Beomgyu.â Like a gentleman, he bows down taking your hand delicately and bringing it up to his lips as he places a soft kiss on the back of your hand. It sends a shiver down your spine. His gaze. It looked like he was going to devour you whole.
Once again, you open your mouth to speak but youâre halted by his index finger on your lips, âAh, ah, let me finish. NowâŠâ You stiffen. âSay it, say my name. Let's see how it sounds coming from those pretty lips of yours,â he coos. Your eyes widen - goodness, he was impressively tall. All of the wacky figures of Wonderland were terribly good looking too! Almost as if the divine were cursing you!
You remain silent and Beomgyu tilts his head, and your breath hitches as he suddenly grasps your jaw tilting your head up, his lips inches from your own, as he murmurs, âI said,â his tone darkens, âSay my name. Donât hesitate for long, if you want to stay alive, play along.â
With great reluctance, you utter, ââŠBeomgyu.â He releases your chin with a sudden bright smile, âWonderful, beautiful, how lovely indeed! Now, was that so hard, love?â You glare remaining silent and he chuckles leaning down, âOh you are terribly cute arenât you? How did the others let you escape, hm? Goodness, who wouldnât want to keep you to themselves with such an adorable pouty expression? Now your name.â
You remain quiet and he leans closer making you blurt out, âY/n.â Beomgyu muses, âOh a lovely name indeed for my pretty little guest.â
Infuriated, you snap, âStop. This- look. I just want to leave. Iâm tired. IâŠIâm- I donât know what to do anymore!â Beomgyu shakes his head, âTsk, oh dear, you must be so tired. So fatigued. I always knew the others never knew how to treat their guests well. So incompetent.â
With a flourish of his wrist, he leans over and grabs a dark purple rose out of one of the vases. A sudden fit of giggles escapes him as he covers his mouth abruptly, âSorry love, you have to get used to that. I just⊠find a lot of things amusing.â Another set of giggles leaves his lips and a terrible feel of unease permeates your very being. Oh, he was insane, alright.
Beomgyu raises the rose to your line of sight making you flinch back as you eye the thorns on the stem. His lips twitch and his eyes widen, sparkling with fervour, withâŠhunger. âTake it love, an introductory gift from me. Itâs my most favourite flower here.â
Stammering, you respond, âN-No thanks I-â He suddenly snaps, âNo? Youâre saying no?â You feel your hands go cold at his tone before his expression morphs into a pleasant smile and then into manic laughter sending a jolt of fear through you.
âGoodness! You look terrified! How amusing! Were you scared?â Beomgyu asks, chuckling. âYouâve looked more scared than the moment you first saw me? Why? Did the others tell you bad things about me?â He pouts, reaching over to cup to your cheek, âIâm not scary, I just know how to have fun? Is that so bad? Tell me love, is that so bad?â
You stay quiet, hands trembling. You canât even look him in the eye. Beomgyu suddenly tilts your head upwards again, his lips twisting into a smirk, âOh love, feeling shy? Oh why? Come now, keep those pretty eyes on me, hm?â You quiver, âWhat do you want from me?
âOh, oh, oh! What a great question!â He exclaims before scoffing with a roll of his eyes, âIf it werenât so abhorrently boring. But to answer your curiosity, I donât know.â
You deadpan, âYou donât know?â He grins a little too widely, âMhm, I donât know. You donât know either. We both donât know. The possibilities are endless. Isnât that glorious?â
Beomgyu gazes at the rose in his left hand, âWhat a thing of beauty,â he holds it up to your face, âAlmost as gorgeous as you, love.â You roll your eyes. He drags the soft petal down your forehead slowly, along the bridge of your nose and rests it on your lips, âDoesnât it smell divine?â Before you can muster a reply, a wonderfully sweet aroma emits from the rose. You inhale deeper, never have you smelt such an enticing scent. What the hell?âŠ
âInhale it deeply, love,â he lets out a breathy chuckle and you pale. What did you just breathe in? He takes the rose giving it a big inhale and sighs deliriously happy, âOh, wait for it to kick in. You said you were tired right?â
Your legs buckle and your sight blurs. What drugs was this rose made from? Wacky and vibrant colours fill your gaze and the surroundings distort and stretch making you feel delirious.
âIsnât it marvellous? Are you having fun?â He cackles watching you clutch your forehead and stumble and clumsily waver. âYou can see the world, the way I do!â He laughs loudly, âIts a little hard you see, when time doesnât move. Makes you go a little cuckoo, but hey on the bright side, youâre never late, or never early, or, or, never really on time at all!â Beomgyu guffaws clutching his stomach as if he had uttered the funniest phrase in existence.
Meanwhile, you were struggling to keep your ground feeling even the ground below you give way. You felt as though you were floating. Beomgyu hums amused, âAh, look at your eyes blissed out, such a dazed expression, ah, I could never grow weary of such a sight.â
Knees buckling, you clutch your head as your eyelids feel weighty, drowsiness overwhelms your senses - with which you feel yourself hurtling to the ground and your vision snaps to black.
The Hatter muses crouching down, whether heâs amused by the thousands of colours heâs seeing or the fact you fell down with about as much grace as a sack of potatoes spilling, he himself didnât know. Either way, he was utterly delighted to have someone after so, so long to be stuck in time with him!
Time was overrated. The future is bleak, unpredictable. Change is far too outdone. Itâs not about the what ifs, but the what nows. He had killed time with his bare hands for that very reason, tore the fabric of existence here into shreds. He didnât want Wonderland to progress forward, how preposterous would that be? What if one day everything faded into obscurity? What ifâŠwhat if he were to be forgotten? The sheer horror of the thought sends a shudder down hus spine.
âNo, no, no,â he mutters, he shakes his head, distraught laughs tumble from his lips, âWe canât have that.â Beomgyu gazes at you, his pupils dilated manically, âYou poor thing, oh love, wanting to leave. You donât know a thing about enjoying the present, not being tainted by the future. Eroded by the ravages of time.â He runs his thumb delicately over your cheek, âItâs okay, Iâll teach you, and Iâll make sure I donât let you escape like I did with Alice, oh so long ago.â
After what seems like hours, you feel a terrible migraine. Your ears feel numb and you feel as though all the blood was rushing to your head. What the fuck did he do to you? You pry your eyes open and flinch at the light coming in. To your horror, everything was upside down. The same scene, but upside down. Your arms hang below your hand, fingertips grazing the vibrant grass below.
No wonder the blood was rushing to your head! You crane your neck to see your legs and see them tied up. You were hanging like a pendulum off one of the branches of this massive tree! Holy shit! Panic surges through your system, he was a a maniac! With every writhe of your body and deep breath, you swing pathetically.
Footsteps resound and you spot the familiar shoes in your line of sight. A low laugh escapes his lips, âYouâre awake. I was beginning to think that my scent-of-sleep-rose had killed you or something.â You glare seething at him - him and stupid fucking smile.
âTo make you aware, it is you, who is upside down, not me. Then again, to you, I must look upside down. Perception is a funny thing isnât it?â He rambles with a grin. You snarl, âWhatâs wrong with you? Iâve done nothing to deserve this!â
Beomgyu snickers, âOh hush, hush. Why so angry love? I just wanted to play a game. Believe me, we could talk forever, and I mean that literally by the way,â he giggles before abruptly covering his mouth and composing himself, âBut I thought, we could make things a little more fun? I like fun. You like fun. Everyone does. SoâŠwhy so cranky?â
This piece ofâŠyour jaw tightens. His gaze sharpens and he leans down, his hand giving your body a little push and you feel nausea hit you unceremoniously. âWell, what are you going to do about it? Glare into me till I what? Turn to ashes, quiver and blubber away,â he mocks, raising his tone of voice. Beomgyu coos, âLove, youâre in my territory, my grove now. My rules, my games, myâŠmy everything.â He dramatically bends down plucking a bright blade of grass between his index and thumb, âEven this blade of grass,â he blows it in your face with a chuckle.
Anger and fear amalgamate within you into an uncomfortable mixture. Beomgyuâs voice darkens, a crazed expression in his widening eyes as he leans down; his face inches from yours, âEvenâŠyou.â Beomgyu stands brightly spinning around with a bright demeanour and a clap of his hands, âSo! Suck it up, buttercup!â
Your restraint snaps, all your deliria, patience, fatigue building until it bursts like a geyser as you release a shrill scream piercing the air. It takes Beomgyu aback, the sound rattling his eardrums and momentarily making him stiffen.
You scream hoarsely, âSuck it up? Suck it up!? Youâre fucking deplorable! You insane maniac! You- you- do you even know how hard it has been to get here? Itâs all just a fucking game to all of you!â Your gaze burns into his as he quietly observes your apparent mental breakdown. You snarl, as you swing pitifully, your hands digging into the dirt to steady yourself. âIâd wish you hell! But this place is already worse than hell itself,â you seethe.
âIs it so fucking hard to get a break here?â You shout, tears running back into your eyes with how you were upside down. âAnd this! Being fucking hung up like meat at a butcherâs shop, icing on the cake really!â You continue rambling and cursing for another minute as Beomgyu stares almost entranced by you.
You snap catching his stare, âWhat? What now?â For a moment, he doesnât reply before stepping forward and dropping to his knees. The expression you see next sends a chill through your body. Wide-eyed, he cups your face, âThat was beautiful, what a performance. So much pent up emotion,â another set of tittering laughs leaves him.
âAre youâŠâ he laughs again, âare you losing your mind already, love?â
Your heart flies to your throat. No. No you couldnât be. No way. That was justâŠa little pent up anger. No, no, no. You? You going mad? That was ludicrous to even suggest. The Mad Hatter of all people to suggest such a thing?
He coos, fingers pressing into your cheeks, âThat look in your eyes, itâs like mine. So chaotic, so panicked, so fiery, so delirious. I can see it, this place has taken its toll on you, as it has done on me. Weâre the same. Not willing to die, but to endure, to afraid to never wake up again, but tormented to live!â
Beomgyu rambles as you blankly regard him, your mind spinning. Maybe it was the fact that you were hanging upside down or were you genuinely losing your mind? You couldnât tell anymore.
You attempt to compose yourself as you splutter, âBeomgyuâŠI- I canât be stuck like this forever.â He cuts you off, âOh donât worry about that, Iâve killed time! So you can? See,â he gestures wildly around him, âI have..,Iâve been stuck here, even if I want to leave I canât! I just get brought back here,â he throws his head back laughing maniacally.
You feel even more nauseous than before. How were you going to get out of this one? You tremble, âStuck? YouâŠcanât leave? Why? Because you killed time?â
He nods wiping a tear away from laughing so hard, âPrecisely, love. Consider it a punishment of sorts,â he leans down whispering, âThough this is exactly what I wanted, but donât tell anyone that. This way, Wonderland can stay happy forever, no one will forget anyone, because weâre all perpetually stuck,â Beomgyu huffs, âEspecially me, I canât even leave my grove, the other losers here can at least have a little more freedom.â
You couldnât imagine why anyone would subject themselves to this? No wonder he was like this, such a fractured mind, such a delicate psyche. You stammer, âW-Why?â
âWhy?â He asks tilting his head, âWhy?â He chuckles as he rapidly runs his hands through his head, âBecause I wanted to. That pesky rabbit kept saying he was late, that abhorrent king said my tea parties lasted way too long. That crafty hare was trying to steal my limelight. Pathetic scum, the lot of them! And, and, and, the guests we get, oh love, before you, we hadnât gotten anyone new in Wonderland for so long!â
He squeezes your cheeks, âCould you imagine how bored I was? Time was passing so quickly. The king barely came to my parties anymore, the Hare went his own way, and that stupid white rabbit didnât even bother to tell me anything of anyone anymore. I wasâŠâ he giggles brokenly, âI think, I think I was being forgotten? Me?â He cackles, âMe? Being forgotten, isnât that so funny? Iâm the most memorable of the bunch!â
It hits you like a truck. The one weakness of the Mad Hatter. Time. Timeâs passage. He was obsessed with being stuck in a moment. The relentless forward march of time terrified him.
Beomgyu releases your face and he peers down at his shaking hands with a wide smile, âOh look at that. Even my hands are excited.â Afraid, you think, heâs afraid. Heâs afraid of the fading joy and madness that defines his existence. Heâs afraid of being forgotten.
You almost, almost feel bad. Perhaps youâd even feel sympathy if it werenât for the fact you were hanging like a bat off a branch. A twinge of guilt permeates youâŠwould it be so bad to exploit his weakness? To get out of here? Would that make you a bad person. No, you just wanted to flee is all.
âWhy so quiet?â His voice is sharp and youâre startled by the husk in his tone and you see that you had zoned out whilst he rambled incessantly. âWhat?â You murmur dazed. Beomgyuâs lips form a twisted smile, âYouâre definitely losing your mind.â
âIâm not,â you fire back. He coos, âDenial is always the first step. I would know, after all.â You snap, âIâm not! Just- Just let it be!â
He snickers, âWhy? Is being mad so bad? I believe in madness lies great genius! Only the best people are crazy after all. HmmâŠthat brings me to the question, is being crazy, the same as being mad?â
You groan frustrated and yell, âJust keep quiet for ten minutes, please.â The Hatter muses, âAgitation, the common second phase of going mad,â he smiles darkly, âI like that, the notion of making you go so insane, you cease to function- no, no!â His eyes widen stopping himself, âNo..not cease but ascend, to see things the way I do.â
Beomgyu stands with an eccentric step, âDonât you feel pity? For the Hatter is lonely in his madness? Wonât you join this Hatter in his madness? In his little stagnant bubble?â
Silence stretches between the both of you as you simply gaze at each other. You didnât know what to say - were you overwhelmed, drained? You didnât know. You felt nothing.
Beomgyu grabs a chair and spins it around, sitting on it back to front, resting his chin on the back of the chair with his arms for support. âI donât like when youâre quiet. That scream you let out earlier was delightful. Could you do it again?â
You give him a blank stare, attempting to get your fried brain to work. His gaze morphs into one of displeasure, âAre you ignoring me?â
You say nothing drilling your blank gaze into his. His jaw tenses, a scary expression on his face, âI donât quite like what youâre doing, Y/n.â
With a long sigh, he hums, âFine, fine, Iâll humour you since youâre special. Iâll stop pestering. How about this? Iâll let you down-â Your eyes brighten and his lips quirk up, âOh that got your attention now did it? All you had to do was say so, love.â You grit your teeth, piece of shit! As if heâd do so if you asked.
âIâll let you down, if you play a little game. I think weâve both been a little too personal with each other an frankly Iâm just itching to see how that pretty head of yours works. So letâs lighten the mood. Riddles.â
You groan loudly, âNoâŠI canât even think straight now.â Beomgyu giggles, âThatâs because youâre upside down silly!â If you could just wrap your hands around his neck and-
âAnyway, you donât have a choice, love! Iâm good at keeping promises, so donât worry. All you have to do is answer the riddles correctly and Iâll untie you.â
âWhat if we raise the stakes? If I answer them correctly, youâll let me go?â You murmur. His face morphs into one of disdain, âCome now love, thatâs not what we agreed to do.â You snap, âWe, we? We didnât agree to anything? Itâs all you!â
âYou, me, he, she, whatever, whatever, all these are trivial details!â He exclaims. You smirk catching him off guard, âYouâre afraid.â
He stiffens, his eyes narrowing, âAfraid? Of what?â Time. But you didnât want to say that outright. You murmur, âOf me winning. Moving ahead. So you donât even want to put that option on the table. Because there will always be the tiniest sliver of a chance that Iâll win.â
For a moment, you see his lips twitch and twist upwards and his head snap into a tilt, âOh. Oh you think youâre so clever donât you?â
You hum, âI do.â You expect him to seethe with anger but instead he smiles widely, âGood, I like guests with a little spunk. By far, youâre my favourite yet.â
âSo you agree to my terms?â You beam. The Hatter muses sardonically, âOf course not, love. Donât be foolish. Even if you left, youâd not be able to break the loop.â
âAnd how do you break the loop exactly?â You raise a brow asking. The Mad Hatter observes you amused, âYou canât.â
âIâm sure I can, there has to be a way,â you retort. âThere is, one guest managed to. Pesky little brat,â he grits out. You hum, âCare to share?â Beomgyu sarcastically smiles, âWhen you win my game, I will.â
âFine, if I win, youâll tell me how to break the loop,â you mutter. He muses, âMm, Iâll think about it. Actually, I donât know. I lied.â
Fury bubbles up within you. Of fucking course! He resumes, âAnyway, first riddle. I can be cracked, made and told. What am I?â
Your brain whirrs slowly. Everything seemed foggy. Cracked? What on Earth? Think, think, think Y/n! Your brows furrow as you see his smug smile. ToldâŠmadeâŠ? Cracked? Oh-your eyes widen. A joke! A joke!
Before your lips part to answer, you hold back. Why did you have to oblige him? He never promised you anything. Who said you had to give the right answer? You tentatively murmur, âAâŠsecret.â
He stiffens, before snickering, âOh love, thatâs incorrect.â You feign innocence, âA secret can be told, made, and cracked, can it not?â The Hatterâs lips part and then close for a moment and he scoffs, âThe answer was a joke, love, a joke. Come now, that was easy.â
âIâm technically right,â you snap. Beomgyu rolls his eyes, âNo, youâre not.â You scoff, âIt fits the criteria!â He muses, âIt doesnât fit my criteria.â You notice the surprise in his gaze as if he expected you to get the riddle right off the bat.
Hm. Perhaps the key, was to unsettle the Hatter. Use his weakness against him. Time. Lower his guard and attack. He mutters, âSecond riddle, Iâll make it even easier this time,â he sighs drawling out his words, âThe more you take, the more you leave behind. What am I?â
Oh youâd heard this one before! It was footsteps! You furrow your brows deep in thought. Beomgyu sharply observes you and muses, âOh come on, this is a classic riddle, donât tell me you donât know this? How did you even get this far then?â
Tiredly, you sigh, âIâŠI donât know. I justâŠdonât know.â His gaze shifts and he mutters, âWhatâs thisâŠthis was supposed to be more exciting.â He scoffs, âWhatever, just say an answer, donât keep me waiting.â You see him tapping his foot and you have to refrain from smirking, heâs giving you a hint.
You think deeply. Hm, the more you take. The more you leave behind. The more time you take. The more time you leave behind. Time. You could also say time. HowâŠperfect.
âTime.â You utter. The Hatterâs slouch diminishes and his gaze blazes into you, âWhat? Thatâs preposterous? How? How in Wonderland do you mess that up?â You feign being disoriented, âI- Is that not right? Everything feelsâŠsoâŠugh.â
Beomgyuâs eyes narrow, his grip on the back of the chair tightening, âItâs footsteps! The second one is also wrong!â You let out a laugh and you see his right eye twitch. âWhatâs so funny, that Iâm not laughing with you?â He questions.
You laugh louder, âYouâŠyou look confused.â His body tenses and he observes you laughing to yourself. Had you truly gone mad? He himself mirrors your laughter, âHas that head of yours been upside down for a little too long? My, my, perhaps my riddles are too complex for you at the moment. Youâre losing your sanity as we speak.â
You snap, feigning anger, âNo! I-â His lips form a devilish smile, âOh but you are, love.â You clutch your head and groan, âNo, no, no-â you let out a frustrated yelp, and you gaze into his eyes widely, âPlease, just let me down!â
Beomgyu regards you for a long time before finally stepping forward. He reaches into his pocket pulling out a handkerchief, a flower, a broken pocket watch and then he scoffs in irritation. âNothing to cut you down with.â
You gaze at the fractured glass of the pocket watch on the grass . How curious that he still had such an item with him. He grabs a knife and walks over beginning to slice at the rope around your ankles, âDo cover your head, donât want you knocking whatâs left of your sanity right out of you upon impact now, do we?â
It had worked! How oddâŠhe caved in quicker than expected. You yelp as you feel yourself fall into a crumpled heap on the ground. The urge to vomit surfaces from the sheer blood rushing back to where itâs supposed to be. GodâŠyou felt awful.
You sit up groaning, hair disheveled and panting for breath. Beomgyu crouches tossing the knife aside and grabs your jaw tilting your head upwards, âYouâre certainly something, yâknow that?â His eyes scan down your flushed face and he smirks amused by your state, his thumb tugs at your lower lip, âSuch a pretty thing. I almost feel bad. But if it means you can see things from my point of you, then Iâm indeed happy to enable your insanity. Because what Iâm doing, what youâre experiencing,â he leans closer; his sweet breath caresses your cheeks, âis your mind being freed. Sanity is the chain which holds you down, but madness, insanity, it opens your mind. You might be feared, marginalised but they donât know how we think. They fear the unknown, what weâre capable of.â
You gaze into his eyes. God, that face. The type of face youâd believe anything thatâd come out of his sinful lips. He whispers, âWith every moment, everything you do, it just feels intoxicating. You soâŠunpredictable, soâŠthrilling. I love it. I love everything about you so far.â The words send a dark unease through you.
You question, voice just above a whisper, âTell me, why did you kill time? Itâs because you fear the passage of it. The passage of time means youâll eventually be forgotten.â Beomgyuâs fingers dig into your jaw and his eyes darken, âYou donât get it. Being forgotten- ah, ha,â he brokenly muses, âNo, no, no, you donât understand it like I do.â
You murmur softly, placing your hand timidly atop his, âThen explain it to me.â His eyes widen bizarrely by your sudden compassion, âWhat are you up to?â You muse, âYou donât trust me?â
His eyes narrow and you see his lips twitching trying to refrain from smiling, âI donât. But I want to.â
âI wonât leave,â you murmur and add on, âNot like I can. Even if I did, Iâd be stuck in this godforsaken loop, that you so, kindly wonât tell me how to break,â you emphasise and he snorts, âOh I genuinely donât know. Even I canât break it. As I said, itâs part of my punishment. As long as I exist, it will exist also.â
You hum, âIf you cease to exist?â His eyes widen panicked, âNo- no that canât be. I can never die in this realm. Time has to pass for that.â Time to throw a wrench into his philosophy.
With a small smile, you utter, âYou donât exist outside of Wonderland.â His gaze snaps to yours, âWhat?â
âNo one knows you outside of this world,â you say bleakly. Your hand tightens across his. You had to make him break down, had to keep him distracted until you could think of something more concrete.
âThatâsâŠpreposterous,â he stammers, âEven if I donât technically exist there, I still exist here. Iâm still alive.â You murmur, âThat girl who once escaped, surpassed the loop, she must have forgotten you, no?â
You remember the caterpillarâs words. Only one of the many guests here had escaped Wonderland. That must be her!
Beomgyu rips his hand away roughly and his gaze darkens. Your notice his breathing become ragged and a mixture of anger and panic on his visage. Beomgyu trembles, âStop it- donât remind me of such nonsense! SheâŠno. Forgotten me? I had almost driven her insane, thereâs no way she could have forgotten me?â
You continue, âSheâs escaped, living her normal life, what, perhaps years have passed in the real world? You think sheâd remember you still? The older she gets the more you fade.â
With a shaky breath, you say, âHave you not considered, that by killing time, youâve only inhibited your ability to progress, to remain relevant. What youâve done, is confined yourself to the past.â Beomgyuâs eyes dart back and forth and he screams, âStop, stop, stop!â
A manic chuckle emits from him, âI-I-I know what youâre doing Y/n. I know your little tricky mind game!â You shake your head, âIâm not playing any games. Iâm saying my thoughts on our predicament,â you smile widely, âWhatâs wrong in that?â You inquire, âIâm right, arenât I?â
Beomgyu yells infuriated, âNo! No! No! You are not! Such insolence- I- how dare you?â It gives you a strange satisfaction to see him like this. Were you sick for enjoying tormenting his already fragile psyche like this? Maybe. Perhaps Wonderland had indeed taken its toll on you. So why were your lips itching to break into a delirious smile?
You catch a flicker of movement in the sky. The birds, you swear their wings flapped for a second. Your heart races - were you seeing things?
Beomgyu clutches his head distraught, âNo, no, I killed time, time is only bound to make things worse! Iâm not trapped in the past, IâŠI just want to preserve the moment. Donât you get it? How donât you get it?â
You peer at him with a grimace and he lets out an unhinged cackle dragging his hand down his face, âYouâre looking at me like Iâm mad? I am, I am?â He chortles to himself. âOhâŠIâm a mess...â
Your eyes widen as you see the bunting move a little, the birdsâ wings flap. WaitâŠdid that mean time was passing? You glance back down at the deranged Hatter. Guilt and pleasure mix within you. His madness was the key to your escape. He had grown comfortable with his own twisted philosophy, and now that you were intentionally provoking him, provoking his conscience entirely, it seemed to mess with the loop.
With a smile, you bend down picking up the cracked pocket watch, âWhy have this with you?âHis eyes widen and he goes to snatch it before you place it behind your back, âFor someone who doesnât care much about time, you have something like this.â
âDonât test me, love,â he grits out standing. You attempt to compose yourself and keep your fear in check as you inhale, âDoes the truth hurt? The fact that youâve trapped yourself in this bubble of time. Whilst everyone outside forgets about you? After I escape, donât you want me to remember you, Beomgyu?â
Beomgyu marches forward, his hand flies to your throat as he slams you against the tree. The bark digs into your back and you grimace as his fingers dig into your neck. The broken pocket watch slips out of your fingers.
He clicks his tongue rapidly in annoyance as he snarls, âYou sly vixen, you think you can just talk your way out of this? You donât know anything about me! You donât know anything at all! It seems youâve truly gone bonkers!â Choked gasps and splutters leave your lips as you try to pry his hand off.
Your eyes flutter up and you canât help but smile stupidly at the sight, the birds were moving, flapping away. This so-called punishment given by time was intrinsically linked to his mind and consciousness. No wonder he was as mad as he was.
Beomgyuâs eyes widen dumbfounded by the sight of you smiling as he chokes you out. The stagnant air seems to dissipate around him, the scent of nostalgia dissipates and he feels the brush of a hefty breeze against his skin for the first time in a long time.
Beomgyu tugs you forward, his face inches from yours as he seethes, âWhat? What are you grinning about?â You rasp out, âT-Time,â you cough, âisâŠmoving.â
His hand immediately lets you go as you collapse, gasping for air. He looks up, where were the same three birds which hovered in the air? Why were the clouds moving so jaggedly, almost buffering?
Panic fills Beomgyuâs system as he stumbles back at the horrific sight. Time will always continue. After all, time makes everyone his fool. And now, the biggest fool of them all, was Beomgyu. The Mad Hatter.
A distraught and strangled laugh escapes Beomgyuâs throat as he peers at the livelier environment. Trees rustling, the sunlight glimmering. Tears drip down his face as he laughs, âI have not killed time, but time has killed me! How funny! Is that not hilarious?â
His head snaps to you as he cackles, âLaugh! Laugh, laugh, laugh it up! Iâve been the fool all along? Who was I to think I could outsmart time itself when it was in fact time who kept me trapped in my own consciousness, to be a fool who was but a mere memory!â
You gaze at the Hatter who had been shattered beyond recognition. His chronic phobia of the passage of time had seemed to overtake any remaining sense of rationale. With a cautious step back, you peer at the forest at the horizon. You just needed to slip away nowâŠ
Beomgyu beams brightly as sparkling tears run down his cheeks, âOh, youâŠyou, you. Never before have I seen such cunning, such a pretty face,â he coos before growling, âBut twisted mind.â
Beomgyu steps forward, âHow does it feel to have broken the Hatter? Huh? Huh? Not only have I been shattered once, but now twice?â He bursts out into another fit of laughter before his crazed eyes gaze lands upon you once more, âThat smile on your face⊠you liked it. You like seeing me suffer, youâre just as depraved as we all are here in Wonderland.â
Your heart drops; no. YouâŠ,couldnât be. Depraved? You wouldnât go so far to be depraved- okay, perhaps you were enjoying tormenting him a little but thatâs just because you were getting closer to a way out- you werenât twisted or sadistic?
He breathlessly chuckles stepping forward, wiping away his continuous tears, âYouâre singlehandedly the most twisted guest Iâve ever received.â
Fuck. You were so close. You step back timidly; you catch him looking at your feet and he runs his hands through his ebony locks, smiling widely to himself, âOh, look at you, look. at. you.â He muses, closing his eyes as if trying calm his rage, âGet out.â
Your body stiffens at his words. Did you mishear him? âWhat?â You ask, quivering.
Beomgyu drags a hand down his face as he looks down, strands falling over his eyes dangerously, âGet out of my sight, before I make your pretty little head a cake topper for my next tea party.â
You take another step back, and another one. A few more. Finally, you turn around and break out into a sprint, you even glance behind you only to see him standing completely still - his chilling gaze burning into your back with a clear message:
DONâT. EVER. COME. BACK.
With that, you look ahead and run, run and run like your life depends on it toward the eerie forest on the horizon. The sun begins to set once more and the entire place seems to wane, stretch, move and distort, with a new breath of life. A delirious laugh escapes your lips as you run along the decrepit path, wind whips past your face in which you relish immensely.
The Cheshire CatâŠwhat would you face next? Your hands itch, at the rate you were going, you feel like you couldâŠki-no. No. Compose yourself Y/n. You just wanted to go home. Was thatâŠso hard? No damn cat was going to stop you.
Youâd do anything.
Anything to leave. Anything.
As you disappear from his line of sight, a smile laces Beomgyuâs lips and a breathy chuckle emits from him. His knees buckle and he clutches his pounding, overwhelmed head. His brain was truly scattered, broken into mere smithereens.
If you do get past the Cheshire Cat, by which you will, he knows it. That bastard of a cat, will most definitely let you go.
Whilst he may have lost to time, thereâs one ounce of peace and one absolute truth that makes him grin so hard that his cheeks hurt.
Heâll never forget you.
Ever.
And he has a feeling, most importantly, you wonât forget him either.
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i think reading about switch astarion would be rad. where he would start in a dom headsapce but then ask his partner to take the lead saying that he trusts them to be his dom and not hurt him/ listen if he asks them to stop.
bonus points if he does and is in utter shock when she stops and asks what aftercare he needs.
Sorry this took so long to get to! I hope you enjoy! xx
Also, I am once again spreading my agenda of "play with that elf's nipples!!!" and I am not sorry about it.
His brain hadn't flipped that switch in a very long time, and he certainly hadn't been with someone he trusted like this, in a long time either.
As of late, Astarion had preferred to be the more dominant one while intimate. He and Tav had agreed that it would be in his best interest if he had the control during sex for as long as he needed to. They had also agreed on a safe word to use, should anything become too much. Through re-discovering sex with a safe partner, he had come to realize that he enjoyed being in control. He liked holding Tav's thighs open as he fucked into them. Liked telling them how good they were being, taking every drop he had to give, and pinning their hands to whatever surface they had decided to fuck on.
But now, as Tav sat atop him, rocking themselves on his cock, as he gripped their thighs, he realized that he wanted Tav to take the reins. Fully take the reins, with him falling quickly into subspace.
The way he says "please" is enough to catch Tav's attention and clue her in on what it is that he wants. They bounce on his cock faster, bringing their hips down onto his with a slap of skin, and their hands slowly crawl up his chest. Tav's fingers begin toying with his nipples, the pink buds hard and aching.
"Look at you, such a pretty boy" Tav purrs, hands moving up toward his neck where they trace delicate fingers down his straining muscles.
Astarion whines, his head fuzzy with pleasure. As his eyelids fall shut in bliss, he feels Tav begin to run their fingers down his arms, taking his wrists in their grip and pinning them down.
He panics, his chest squeezing tight, the air leaving his lungs as his eyes fly open. For a moment, he is back in a dingy inn room, and it's not his Tav on top of him bringing him consensual pleasure.
"Beholder." the safe word he and Tav had previously agreed upon, leaves his lips easier than he thought that it would.
Tav stops immediately, dismounting themself, and sitting off to Astarion's side.
He attempts to catch his breath, to clear his foggy mind that's clouded with terrible memories that he'd rather forget.
Tav knows not to touch him when he panics like this, and says quietly so as not to frighten him, "Do you wanna talk about it, Star?"
"When you grabbed a hold of my wrists, it wasn't you." he says shakily, one hand coming up to brush his curls from his forehead.
Tav immediately understands, "What can I do to help you right now? Do you need anything?"
Astarion smiles a little at that; Tav, always being a fixer.
"Just come here and lay with me. It helps when I hold you." he says honestly.
Tav moves forwards, curling into his side, their head on his chest as he fills his senses with them.
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Safe and sound
Emily Prentiss x reader
Warnings: uhh some violence against Ian Doyle not too much tho, Emily's a bit delulu but aren't we all
Summary: emily begins to see your face around more, but it's impossible. You were dead. But when Ian Doyle is rumored to escape, you couldn't stay dead forever.
A/n: sum slight, sum sweet, sum shortđ
She was walking to the steps of her apartment when she first saw you. She at first thought it was the sleep deprivation catching up. You couldn't be here...you...you weren't there. She told her self that as she walked up the stairs to her apartment.
Unlocking the door and feeling uneasy. That couldn't be right. She hasn't thought of you in awhile...she avoided you in her memory. You were apart of a time she...she can't let the team find out about you.
How did you find her? The question ran in her head as she sat at her table. Head in hands as she just tried to wrap her head around it.
Sergio jumped into her lap. He was wet. "Were you out in the rain, buddy?" She pet his back, but then it dawned on her. She didn't check the house.
She moved carefully, trying not to alarm the intruder if there was one. Checking each room carefully before heading into her bedroom. Finding the window open and a little puddle.
Shaking her head she just scoffed. "You're crazy, Emily. She's not here...it's impossible." She took a few deep breaths.
But before she left the room she put her perfume on the lock, just in case. She followed her night routine still on edge. Eventually finishing and trying to catch some sleep.
~
A thud woke her from her sleep, if you could even call it sleep. She looked quickly to the window and finding it to be the closed still. But she was up...she might as well check the house once more.
"Serg?...Buddy you making a mess?" She called out. Hoping it was just the cat. Yet, he was asleep in his bed. Completely unbothered. Did she hear a thud? He would've woken up, right?
Emily ran her hands over her face, trudging back into her room. She didn't bother checking anything as she climbed back into the sheets. Closing her eyes and once again trying for sleep.
~
Her eyes slowly peeled open. The way she was laying had her facing her bathroom. And her body froze in terror. There you were. Standing. Looking at your reflection so casually.
Your head snapped over to her but it wasn't you. Your eyes were glowing red and you had this look of disappointment plastered on.
Emily shot up, sweat dripping off her body. Her head instantly shot to look into the bathroom. There was nobody.
Why? Why were you suddenly plaguing her thoughts? She was so sure it was over...you were lost in the case. One minute you were next to her, and then the literal next minute...tears were streaming down her face now.
Through tears she checked the time, she was already running late. So quickly, she pushed the day so far back into her memory and wiped her tears. Quickly working to get decent for work and dashing out the door.
~
It's been three days since she saw you...or maybe saw you. Her mind was all sorts of foggy and it was playing into her job now.
They were on a case somewhere. Derek and her were talking to a lady about some cab driver. They had just finished and watched her walk away.
Her blood ran cold as she glanced to where she could feel eyes on her. You stood on the corner, ready to cross, but you weren't looking at her. A car flashed by and suddenly you were gone. She couldn't think anymore.
"Prentiss?" Derek waved his hand in front of her. His eyes moved to match where she was looking, seeing nothing there. "Are you ok?"
She hummed and came back. "Huh? Yeah...sorry I just haven't been sleeping very well. I feel like I'm seeing things suddenly." She tried to joke around it, but Derek was a good friend.
He knew it was more but he wasn't going to push while on a case. Maybe back at the BAU where Garcia can also help figure it out. But until then, they had a case.
"Well, let's get this case over with and then you can take as much princess sleep as a possible." He lightly joked. Gaining a small smile from the woman.
~
She was back at the door to her apartment. There was this green box outside. Neatly wrapped. She knew that wrapping all too well. It made her stomach twist in ways she hasn't ever felt.
Her breathing picked up a little bit. Then her phone rang, she was quick to answer it. "Hey Emily!" Reid's voice came through.
He went on about a movie, but Emily was too busy clearing her house. Having to turn down his offer as she grabbed her files. Saying her goodbyes as she got back up, catching a glimpse of the mirror.
She met your eyes and immediately adjusted her hold on her gun. "What do you want?" She whispered.
"What?" Reid's voice was mere background noise.
Emily turned around and just saw the box from her door. "You don't scare me..." she called into her house. Her phone got thrown to her bed. "You're above this!"
She turned around the corner in hope to catch you. But then it dawned on her again, you can't be here. It's impossible. The paranoia is eating her alive.
Emily came back into her room, seeing her phone still on a call with Reid. "Shit.." she whispered as she picked up the phone. "Reid?"
"Sugar?!" Penelope's voice came loudly. "Are you ok?!"
"Emily?" Reid came in, Hotch close behind him.
Emily let a sigh out, "I'm fine...I'm just really tired. Sorry for worrying you guys." She was quick to hang up her phone. Giving them no space to continue to question.
She let her head fall back and groaned. Laughing at herself once again as she got ready to leave for the night.
The wrapping threw her off still. She wasn't going to let it be the reason something does happen. She knew how you wrapped your gifts. You gave her so many. You even explained why you wrapped how you did.
"It one, looks way cuter and is easy to unwrap. And two, it gives more precision to be precise and make sure it's perfect for the receiver. Come, I'll teach you and you can use it to become the second best gift wrapper. After me of course."
Your smile was huge that day. The two of you spent the day watching movies as you wrapped up your Christmas gifts for her.
~
The next morning, she walked into the bullpen. Confused as everyone was watching Hotch's office.
"What's going on?" Emily frowned. Coming up to everyone.
A few shrugged, but before anyone could answer Hotch came out. "Prentiss can I speak with you?"
She gave a nod and dropped off all her stuff. Walking into his office and seeing him and a file. "Sir?"
"This was left on my desk this morning. I was wondering if it meant anything to you?" He handed over the file.
She opened it and it was practically blank. The only thing in the middle of the paper was a picture of her and half another person who was kissing her cheek.
She tried not to freeze infront of her boss but it was too much for her to not. "Emily, do I need to be worried about your safety?" He leaned forward. "I can have cops outside your apartment if needed."
She shook her head. "Can I...can I keep this?" Her voice was shaky. Hotch had only seen her like this once before. With her friend awhile back.
"Are you going to make any irrational decisions if I say yes? The team can help you if you-" he stopped when she shook her head again. "Is everything all right?"
She took a big inhale, letting it go slowly and nodding. "I'll be ok...can I...um have the day though?" She asked.
It was easily granted to her as she recollected her stuff and left without much to say.
She wasn't going crazy...you were actually alive. But that would make sense on how you've been disappearing within seconds?
She tried to make it work, thinking all the possibilities that could explain something. Her thoughts carried her into her apartment.
It wasn't worth checking anything, if you were already getting in and out then...why can't you just come see her?
Why is it secrets?
An unwanted game of cat and mouse?
What is keeping you from her?
You know why, Em...you know why. Your voice rang in her head. She could hear how soft it still was. How much emotion you could hold within your words even just the word 'the'. You were her second half. The one who she could crumble against and it'd be ok. But she lost you. She might not get you back.
She flopped into the middle of her bed and cried. She was finally mourning you. In her own ball curled up. Staring blankly at the wall.
And on one blink, you were there. She could see you standing there. Head tilted just slightly to the left and smiling sadly at her.
"Are you even real..."she mumbled. Emily was tired of seeing you everywhere and it not being you.
So when you moved closer and placed your warm hand on her cheek she gasped. It didn't even take a second before she was latching onto you and crying heavily.
You held her back in silence. Just letting her get everything out. You didn't mind it though. It felt natural.
It felt like the first time you held her. And she could feel it too. That both hearts were full again, designed to be one with each other.
"But you're..."she sobbed into you. Clutching you tighter as she began to struggle to breath.
"Hey, hey...just follow mine." You led the deep breathing. "There you go hun, steady breathing ok?"
She pulled back from you and really took in your face. Holding your face and crashing her lips to yours. It made you laugh a little as you kissed back. It was well overdue.
"I thought you died?" She dragged you to the bed, neither of you thinking as you laid down and let her lay on top of you. Your hand finding its home in her hair as you detangled it.
You hummed softly, "it was my only way to protect you. Sometimes, we have to make choices for the better even if it means the worse for ourselves. Doyle...he..."
The name made her tense slightly under your touch, "what about him?..."
"He...he had bad plans and I found out about them. I told Sean and he pulled me out instantly. They killed me off and reassigned me....I watched you from afar recently because...he's escaped. He's been watching you and your team. And if I knew any better...we're the final two. I wanted to see you one more time." You explained to her. Hating that this is what was happening to you both.
She held you even tighter now. "How's everyone else?" She was scared to ask. More scared for the answer as you took a deep breath in.
"They don't know I'm alive, but they know Ian is out." You answered quietly. There was more to why you showed up and you knew she was avoiding asking you anyways.
She was silent as she laid with you. But in her own mind, she was a wreck. She didn't want to really think about why you were here. She already knew.
"Will you keep me safe...for just tonight?" She almost sounded afraid. "Even if you're not here when I wake up...just one more night?"
The moonlight made her eyes sparkle in a way you would be a monster if you said no. So you did all you could, you pulled her so incredibly closed and held her till she fell asleep.
However, you were wide awake. You knew you next move. You were sworn to protect Emily Prentiss ever since you met Ian Doyle. He was a man of secrets and you pulled apart each one just for her.
You both were at risk here, but you just wouldn't let the risk go far for her. That's why it pained you to leave her before her alarm went off. You placed a delicate kiss to her hairline before climbing out the window.
You didn't leave her with nothing though, that morning when she woke up she saw the small box on her nightstand. It had your signature bow o top and a small note next to it. Till we meet again, i promise.
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It had been awhile. Rumors are Ian Doyle was dead, but nobody could confirm it. Nobody but you.
You had caught him when you least wanted to. When it was right there with Emily. Sitting across from her and threatening her team.
"I'm going to take the only thing you care about...your life."
That was the only thing that man had to say for him to become your only focus. You had followed him for days. Left him clues you were lurking. You knew your presence made him a bit uneasy. That's what you did best after all.
You noticed how his actions towards Emily moved slower than planned. He was trying to lure you out with her, but it didn't work as well.
You were in this man's home. That was his only warning you gave. After that everything was fair game. Especially once you heard he was continuing his plans. It made your blood boil and you felt no mercy.
So, you followed Ian on a motorcycle, it was easy and fast, just your style. He walked into a pub with a few guys, but that never stopped you.
You got a table to keep them in sight while you out of theirs. And when he got up and went to the bathroom, that was your opening. With a silent fire, you made him defenseless. You took your time in there with him. Making sure he felt the years of pain he caused. Then you left him there for someone else to find.
Leaving the state, the country, anything to distance yourself then. You left for a few years. Five in total (there was a lot to clear up before you could). Finally though, you'd get to be with her.
You wanted it to be a surprise so you figured, what better surprise then at work? You had gotten in as early as possible. Slipping a little note and little box on her desk before leaving unnoticed.
And by eight in the morning, you had received a text saying it can't be true. It made you smile as you texted her back that you promised her to come back.
As she read it she fiddled with the ring on her finger, bringing Penelope and JJ's attention to it. They were having lunch in Emily's office.
"Woah! When did you get that?" The blondes instantly grabbed for her hand. Inspecting the dark red gem. "They must really like you..." JJ joked.
Earning laughs in return, "I got it awhile ago...from an old friend." There was a distant tone in each word.
Neither blonde believing it was just a friend. They shared a look and rushed off. Hiding in Garcia's bat cave until the end of the day.
Emily was going to find it weird, but she didn't want to ruin her mood. She was excited for your next appearance.
What she didn't expect was it to be at the bureau. When you waltzed in with a 'delivery'. You made a beeline for her desk with a goofy smile as she tried to not laugh at your getup.
"Are you Emily Prentiss?" You tried to contain your smile, failing miserably as tears sprung to her eyes.
She didn't care anymore she just hugged you tightly. She had you again and it felt right finally. Nothing was getting her as long as you were there.
The room stared at you two. Who were you that Emily was crying the way she was? They could only see your lips move but couldn't hear anything.
"I know sweet girl..." you hummed. Holding her head in place as she cried heavily. "Just follow mine." And you led the breathing once again. Calming her down to get her to look at you. "Well look at you FBI section chief Prentiss." You eyed her playfully. Getting a strong wack to your arm. She aged beautifully.
"You don't get to joke after what you did." She frowned seriously now. "You've risked yourself too far." She was silent for a second, knowing she wanted to know. "What did you to him? Is he really dead?"
"The night he was in a pub... He went to the bathroom and I was gone before his guys could even think of the possibility. He didn't deserve mercy." You kept it short. There wasn't much to tell anyways, you moved quick in your line of work.
"So are you.." she let her question trail off, but you knew what she was asking.
"In a sense, yes. There is no real harm against me or you. Therefore I have no reason to stay moving." You bobbed your head, letting Emily's smile infect you.
She fisted your shirt and pulled you close, kissing you sweetly but fiercely. And when she pulled away she looked at you with a hopeful shimmer. "Move in with me then. Stay with me this time."
You easily agreed to her, not needing to even think twice about it. And that's when you both heard a throat clear.
Penelope was behind on everything as she watched the end of you and Emily's moment. "I want a name, now." She demanded from her spot in the couch.
The two of you laughed at her tone, but you stepped slightly back for Emily to take the lead. It was her choice if the team got to know more about you or not.
"This is Y/n." Was all she said, but that's all you needed to know there was still so much for you two to talk about first. "I'm gonna take a second lunch," she smiled at her colleagues before collecting her stuff.
There were many unanswered questions as you left hand in hand with Emily. Penelope and JJ began to share many possibilities on what could be happening. But they would all have to wait till they finally did get their answers.
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hi um so this is like my first time making a request, like ever. Iâm not even sure if this is where Iâm supposed to put a request. So Iâm really nervous but this idea has been in my head for weeks and I need it to be brought to life? Idk but can I request Matt Murdock with a sort of shy reader? Where he tells her about his abilities and daredevil and everything (established relationship) and she doesnât really care as long as heâs safe but she has something in her mind and he notices and keeps asking and basically she has a question about his senses, specifically his taste and idk if you know but Matt can canonically know ALL of the ingredients of anything just from a taste and she basically wants to make him taste a bunch of stuff and tell her the ingredients of it so she can make them? I know this is probably WAY too specific so feel free to completely ignore this, I just wanted to get it out.
hi my darling!
so I actually read this request right before going to the grocery store, and while I was looking through produce, it made me think about how matt would absolutely know which produce was the freshest and which ones to avoid. I kinda mixed that in with your idea about being able to tell exactly what ingredients were in something, and I hope this is close to what you were looking for! <3
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lemons.
âNot that one.â
You hand instantly stilled over a lemon that your fingertips had already grazed over. Glancing at Matt over your shoulder, a crease formed between your brows while you looked back down at it.
âWhat do you mean? This one is perfect-â
âItâs not ripe enough.â
âButâŠitâs so yellow, like sunshine yellow.â
A faint smile tugged at the corner of Mattâs lips when he felt the way your own pursed into a bit of a confused pout. It was something you always did when you were intensely focused on something, and he found it endearing. Reaching his hand out, he used the pad of his thumb to smooth away the furrow that had creased in the middle of your forehead, and his soft smile curled up into a light smirk catching the flush of heat that immediately coursed through the tops of your cheeks.
âWell, Iâm sure itâs a very pretty lemon, but it doesnât taste ripe.â
Ever since Matt had told you the truth about his vigilante identity and his abilities, youâd had countless questions. You wouldnât voice them at first, almost as if you were afraid to cross some invisible boundary that Matt might have, but he knew you, and he knew how to dismantle that shy exterior of yours. From the moment the two of you first met, you had been overly polite and accommodating about his disability, but not in a way that made him uncomfortable. You didnât walk on eggshells around him or call any extra attention to his blindness. In fact, the way you interacted with him was so seamless, it was almost like it came second nature.
If you guys were grabbing coffee with Karen and Foggy, you would automatically place the raw sugar packets within his reach because you knew he preferred it to the artificial sweeteners. If the four of you went to check out a new lunch spot, you always called ahead to check if they had a menu in braille and made sure Matt was given one. There were so many little things you did to make him feel included and normal. It was part of why he fell so hard for you.
You never asked about the origin of his blindness, and even after he opened up and told you about his accident, you were reserved with your questions. He could tell you were curious, and he wanted you to ask. He wanted you to know things about him. You were a bit of a wallflower, and Matt could always feel you silently observing him, but he wanted you to understand him. He quickly realized he would have to flat out grant you permission to be nosey, and so he did.
Out of everyone he had revealed his Daredevil secret to, you had taken it the best. He didnât know if he would ever get over the surprise of just how well you handled it. You didnât get angry or yell at him. You didnât call him a liar or a traitor, or ask him if he was faking his blindness; all reactions he expected. You just sat there in pure confusion, and you were silent for so long, Matt was panicked that heâd sent you into a state of shock. When it finally settled in that it wasnât a joke, your brows knit together, and Matt could feel the way your face contorted into an expression of irritation when you flat out asked him if he was crazy. The memory of that night never failed to make him smile.
âUmâŠwell, I meanâŠnot in the traditional sense-â
âMatthew, what the hell are you thinking running around on rooftops, going after guys with guns and knives withâŠsticks? How do you even do that?â
âTheyâre batons, actually. Look itâs hard to explain, but I have heightened senses that help me-â
âAre those super senses going to keep you out of prison? Because thatâs where youâre going if you get caught. What was the point of going hundreds of thousands of dollars into debt for law school if you were just going to wind up a prison cell for doing backflips off buildings in your underwear?â
âHeightened senses. And itâs not underwear. Underwear is comfortable.â
There hadnât been a hint of anger in your voice. Annoyance, sure, but mainly concern. All you wanted was for Matt to be safe, and he did his best to assure you that he would be. Matt went into as much detail as he could to help you understand his abilities, and the more comfortable you got with asking him things, the more you learned.
Like how he could tell exactly what ingredients were in the lemon bread at the cafe down the street from your apartment that you loved so much, which was currently the reason behind your little trip to the store at the moment. All it took was one bite of the bread, and he knew exactly how to replicate it.
Apparently he could also tell when lemons were at their peak.
Reaching into the pile of lemons, Matt grasped the one that was in perfect condition to him and held it out towards you. Taking the lemon in your hand, you gave it a light squeeze, noticing that it was firm to the touch but easily gave into the gentle force of your fingers testing its density.Â
âFeel the rind.â
Following Mattâs instructions, you brushed your thumb along the bright yellow rind. It was smooth to the touch, and somewhat glossy as it nearly reflected the brightness of the overhead lighting in the grocery store.Â
âItâs shiny.â
Matt chuckled at your response and lightly nodded his chin in your direction.
âWhat else?â
âItâs smooth.â
âItâs perfectly ripe. The zest on this one is the freshest. It has the most flavor, and the right amount of juice.â
Arching one of your brows, you stared up at Matt curiously while still faintly squeezing the lemon in your hand.
âYou can tell how much juice is in this just by touching it?â
A grin stretched across Mattâs lips, showcasing his dazzling teeth and causing indents to appear in his cheeks. His thick brows rose slightly above the rim of his crimson glasses.
âAre you doubting me, sweetheart?â
âNo Iâm justâŠstill trying to figure out how you doâŠwhat you do.â
A bashful twinge of heat coated your cheeks once again, and Matt thought it was adorable that you diverted your attention back to the lemon shyly to avoid his gaze even though he couldnât see your reaction. He reached out to tenderly brush his knuckles along the warmth in your cheeks while he smiled in your direction.Â
âIâll try to do better at explaining. Now câmon, we have more ingredients to get. You know, I think this bread is gonna turn out so well, the one at the cafe might not meet your standards anymore.â
The confidence in Mattâs voice caught your attention, and you couldnât stop the smile that spread across your lips. Sometimes you forgot that your boyfriend was the Devil of Hellâs Kitchen that everyone was so afraid of. If only they knew that he spent his Saturdays sniffing out ingredients at the grocery store like a bloodhound to help his girlfriend recreate the recipe for her favorite lemon bread.
âYou know, if you didnât love law so much, you couldâve made out like a bandit in a baking competition.â
âOh I wouldâve won with my sob story of being a blind little Catholic orphan alone.â
âMatthew!â
Matt snickered at the disbelief in your tone, but he could also detect the way the edges of your lips twitched, like you werenât sure if you should laugh at that or not. Snaking his arm around your waist, he pressed a light kiss to your forehead and gently nudged you in the direction towards the spice aisle.
âCome on, we need flour.â
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Words: 3,782 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Warnings: language, blood, descriptions of injury (nothing super graphic), some mild violence Era: The Whisperers Summary: Y/N wakes up after her conflict with the Whisperers in the woods. A/N: Ohhhh boy. Shit is happenin' in this one! Hope you all enjoy!
Part 2 (previous chapter)
Consciousness didnât consume you in an instant like it usually did. Instead, it came back as a slow drip, drip, drip. Your hearing was the first thing to return and you marked that it was almost silent. There was no bird song, no wind rustling the leaves, no cracking of branches as the pines swayed. You felt no air moving past your face or in your hair. I must be dead, you thought. But then, sensation started to come back and your body ached and burned. Your head was pounding and foggy. Surely being dead didnât hurt this much⊠You were lying on something soft. You couldnât make sense of what was happening or where you were.
You concentrated on trying to open your eyes. It felt like it took hours to get your eyelids to lift and when they did you stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Ceiling? What the fuck?
There was suddenly movement beside you, a soft rustling and you turned to look as quickly as you were able to. The man was familiar and though youâd only seen him once up close, you recognized him immediately. He spoke, sitting up hurriedly when he saw your eyes open. âHey,â he drawled softly.
You gulped and started to panic, your eyes darting around the room and over your own body. You were in some kind of makeshift hospital or clinic and found that you were wearing only a cotton smock reminiscent of the hospital gowns of the old world.
Your heart was pounding. Fuck, your side burned. Your ribs ached. There was a thick bandage around your forearm, where Alphaâs knife had sliced you. You noted that the tip of one of your fingers was black and blue. Your mind was racing, thoughts moving through too quickly to focus on. You stared at the IV tubing going into your arm.
Daryl could read the rising panic on your face, on the sudden twitchy and feverish energy rising in you. He tried to calm you down. âHey, sâalrighâ. Yer safe here. Yerââ
But the next moment you were on your feet, slipping off the bed onto the floor on the side opposite him. He watched, stunned, as you yanked the IV from your arm, leaving the tube dangling and dripping onto the floor.
He stood quickly, palms out in a show of good will and tried again to get through to you. âSâokay. Yer safe,â he urged, his voice and expression soft. But your eyes were still darting around the room.
You clutched a hand over your side and grimaced. You couldnât even stand straight. Your body was hunched over due to the overwhelming pain in your side and abdomen. Your muscles felt weak and rubbery. âWhere the fuck am I? Where the hell are my clothes, my gear?â you demanded, fear rising in you quickly, tightening around your lungs. Your vision began to tunnel inwards, the edges growing blurry and then black, skrinking, tightening.
âWe put it aside for ya,â Daryl replied, trying his hardest to keep his voice low and steady. He could see you swirling, buzzing with nerves and something that looked like fear. âLetâs justâget ya back in bed. Ya just had surgery. Ya lost a lotta blood. Ya shouldnât be up yet.â
You only stared back at him, your eyes sharp and intense, distrustful.
âYaâve got stitches,â Daryl said, taking a hesitant step toward the end of the bed separating the two of you, trying to move closer. He could see your eyes repeatedly darting toward the door. You were going to make a run for it, whether that was rational or not. âWeâre tryinâ to help ya. Itâs okay,â he drawled again, but he knew he needed back up. âHey, doc!â He suddenly yelled over his shoulder. âLittle help over here!â
A lot of things happened very quickly after that. Afraid that you would injure yourself further if you made a run for it, Daryl stepped around the bed and tried to block your exit with his broad frame. Then, Siddiq and Enid came running from the other side of the clinic just in time to see you haul back a fist and punch Daryl right in the face. He crumpled a little to the side, blood pouring out of his nose.
âAh, fuck!â he growled, looking at the crimson now dotting the floor and his hands.
You tried to dash past him but suddenly your knees hit the floor. The pain in your side was exponentially worse. You clutched a hand to it, gasping, and felt something wet wicking into the cotton. Lifting your fingers, you saw a violent red spot growing on the fabric.
Daryl stood up, shaking his wavy brown hair out of his eyes and holding a bandana to his nosebleed, but not taking his eyes off you. You looked like a cornered wild animal.
âEnid,â Siddiq said quietly, âget something to sedate her. She tore her stitches.â Now, Siddiq too was stepping toward you with his palms out, cautious and worried about you making the situation worse than it already was. âWe just want to help you, okay? Youâre hurt pretty bad. You had surgery. Luke and Alden brought you back here. They saved your life. Letâs justâtake a few deep breaths, and then get back in bedâŠâ
The edges of your vision were starting to close in. It was like peering through a tunnel that was growing smaller and smaller. âFuck you,â you murmured. You were surprised by how breathy and weak your voice came out. You tried again to get back up on your feet, but your legs wouldnât hold you. You collapsed again to the floor and Daryl and Siddiq seized the opportunity and moved in, grabbing hold of you to restrain you. You tried to fight against them but what little energy you had was gone. None of your muscles were working.
âEnid! Hurry up!â Siddiq called.
The tunnel of black in your vision closed in completely. You shut your eyes, sinking slowly toward unconsciousness again. You were vaguely aware of the voices filtering in still. They sounded like they were coming out of a drain, indistinct and muddled.
âGive her the injection,â Siddiq urged. Enid rushed forward and administered the dose into your upper arm.
Daryl, his nose finally no longer bleeding, could see that you were already crashing even before the shot. He cradled your head and neck as you collapsed toward the cold, tile floor.
âHow bad is it?â he asked as you went limp in his arms. The crimson stain seemed impossibly large already on your cotton gown, but he hoped it was just from the way the fabric was wicking up the blood.
Siddiqâs jaw clenched. âI donât know. Letâs hope she only tore the surface stitches, otherwise weâll have to do surgery again. Enid, youâll have to check her. Grab a towel to put under her on the bed. HereâDaryl, help me get her laid down again.â
âIâll get her,â Daryl replied. âJust go get what ya need to treat her.â Siddiq agreed and hurried off. Daryl scooped you into his arms as gently as he could and laid you down on the bed again, sighing. He stepped back with his brow deeply furrowed.
Enid glanced over at him. His face was a bloody mess and he dabbed at it again with his handkerchief, tilting his head back and again shaking his hair out of his eyes. âHowâs your nose? Do you think itâs broken?â she asked.
Daryl gave it an exploratory prod, wincing as he pushed his fingers along the bridge. It was swollen, but he didnât think it was broken. He shook his head. âNah. I dun think so. But she got me pretty good for somebody in her shape,â he drawled.
Enid nodded and glanced back at you on the bed. âWhat happened that set her off?â
Daryl shook his head and shrugged vaguely. âShe justâwoke up. And then started lookinâ for a way out,â he said. âI thinkâI think she was havinâ a panic attack.â
Enid sighed. âAs much as I hate to say it, we might need to restrain her,â she said, turning her attention to the wound in your side now. âShe could have really done more damage to herself.â Siddiq returned with supplies. Daryl averted his eyes and moved around the other side of the bed as Enid pulled up the gown to expose your wounds. Daryl caught just the smallest glimpse of the deep blue and black bruising blooming up your side, smeared with red.
âIâll let ya take care of her, give her some privacy. Iâll go update evârybody,â he drawled, quickly taking his leave and stepping out into the open air. He pulled in a deep lungful and rubbed a hand over his face. Fuck. That almost couldnât have gone worse.
Before he did anything, Daryl needed to clean himself up. He headed up to the big main house and sought out a washing basin, pouring in fresh water from the pitcher and washing his hands and face, inspecting himself in the mirror. His nose was definitely swollen and it was a bit hard to breathe⊠but it looked far better without all the blood everywhere. He wondered if heâd have the shadow of a couple black eyes tomorrowâŠ
âGod!â Tara was suddenly striding up to him, concern written all over her face. âWhat happened to you?!â she asked, incredulous. Alright, so maybe his nose still didnât look greatâŠ
âUhhâshe woke up,â Daryl drawled.
âAndâwhat? Attacked you?â Tara asked, perplexed.
âI think she was havinâ a panic attack. She just looked scared more than anythinâ. She tried to run outta the damn clinic with her fuckinâ stitches and everythinâ,â he replied.
âJesus!â Tara exclaimed. âDo we need toâmove her into one of the cells?â she asked, clearly alarmed.
âNah,â Daryl replied quickly. âShe was just disoriented, is all. Sheâll be alrighâ. She tore her damn stitches though. Siddiq and Enid are workinâ on her now.â
Tara sighed and nodded.
âHowâs it goinâ with the girl and Henry?â
She shrugged. âOkay. I think a lot of what sheâs saying is bullshit butâmaybe weâll get there. She seems to be building rapport with him.â
Daryl nodded. âYeah, well maybe if we can talk to this woman we can leave Henry out of it.â
âMaybe,â Tara agreed. âBut Iâm not sure, based on what youâve said, that sheâs any more likely to talk.â
âGuess weâll find out.â
Darylâs next task was to go find Alden and Luke. Theyâd expressed grave concern about you when they managed to get you back to Hilltop. Considering how youâd saved them, returning the favor felt like the least they could do. If you hadnât shot those Whisperers out of nowhere and then appeared like a fucking ghost, they didnât know what would be happening to them now. Miraculously, theyâd happened on their horses wandering home along the old highway and had been able to lift you onto one, patched up against the bleeding as best they could. Still, by the time theyâd reached the gates, there was a river of crimson running down the saddle and you were pale and chilled. No one was sure youâd survive.
The story of your fight with Alpha and the others wearing the horrifying skin masks had already been told many times and passed through Hilltop like wind through bare branches. There were whispers everywhere as Daryl walked toward the trailer the new group was staying in. He found Alden and Luke standing outside with the other newcomers, Yumiko, Kelly, Connie, and Magna. They looked eager as they saw him approaching.
âWhâuhh⊠what happened to your face?â Luke blurted out.
Daryl waved a hand dismissively. âSânothinâ. She woke up,â he said. âButâshe tore her stitches again and passed out so Enid and Siddiq were checkinâ her. Iâm not sure how bad butââ
âWaitâshe did that to your face?â Alden asked, his eyebrows lifting. He blinked, surprised. âI told ya she was a helluva fighter,â he said with a wry laugh. âEven after losing pints of blood, she got a hit in on Daryl Dixon. Not many can say that.â
âWhy did she do that to your face?â Yumiko asked, concerned.
Daryl sighed. âShe was just scared and disoriented. Sheâs on some heavy medsâitâs alrighâ,â he said for what felt like the hundredth time.
âBut sheâll be okay?â Kelly asked. âI mean, she saved Alden and Luke. She has to be okay. Is Tara gonna let her stay here?â
Daryl gulped and shook his head. âSâtoo early for all of that. And honestly, I dun think sheâll want to stay.â
âWell, why not? If sheâs as good as Luke has said she is, sheâd be an asset here,â Magna said. âThere are walls, resources.â
âSome peopleââ Daryl paused and chewed nervously on his bottom lip for a moment. âSome people just dun wanna be inside walls. Some people are better out there.â He felt their eyes on him and ducked his head. âAnyway, I thought yaâllâd wanna know. âM gonna go back up and see how she is. They should have her patched up by now unless itâs real bad.â
When he got back to the clinic, Enid was at your bedside. She stood as his bootsteps approached and met his inquisitive gaze. âShe only tore through the outside stitches,â she said. âWe got her stitched up again.â
Darylâs eyes landed on the fabric strips now tying her hands to the rails of the gurney. âDo ya think thatâs necessary?â he drawled.
Enid smiled at him and let out a dry laugh. âShe punched you in the face and ripped through about twenty stitches. Donât you?â
Daryl bit the inside of his cheek thoughtfully for a moment. âSâjustâainât gonna win us any points with her. If we want her to tell us what she knows, it ainât a good start.â
Enid nodded. âI know. If she can be calm when she wakes up, once she gets her bearings, if sheâs not a flight risk, we can untie them. But she could have seriously hurt herself again. She had a lot of internal bleeding and sheâs already lost so much bloodâŠâ
âAlrighâ. HeyâIâll stay. Go take care of Rosita and Eugene,â Daryl said, sighing. He took his seat again at your bedside and waited. Heâd hardly been sitting for two minutes, when outside the window, he caught a glimpse of a dark shape zip by.
Daryl stood and paced around your bed, coming to stand at the window. At first, he didnât see any sign of it, but another burst of movement caught his eye and he looked up to see a raven circling overhead. He watched its graceful movements as it swept downward, riding the wind. It hovered low over the next trailer and then spread its tail wide and dropped down to stand on the roof. Daryl had the distinct feeling that it was staring at him through the window. It stood for a moment, tilting its head this way and that as if trying to figure him out. Then it lifted its head and let out a series of hoarse calls, its wings spreading slightly with each burst. Afterwards, it seemed to settle in on the edge of the roof and Daryl knew, somehow, it was waiting for you.
He returned to the chair at your bedside and sank down again. The afternoon wore away and he passed the time sharpening his knives and working on his crossbow. Eventually, evening began to fall and exhaustion started to settle over him. His mind was churning over the Whisperers, over the girl now held in Hilltopâs cell, over Henry, over JesusâŠ
At some point, he fell asleep slouched in the chair. He woke to a soft rustling sometime after night had thickly fallen and he shot upright, fully awake immediately. He saw you blinking yourself awake by the light of the lantern heâd lit on the small table by the door. Your eyelids were heavy and again consciousness was slow to return.
He figured heâd better try to head off your panic, if that was even possible. He stood slowly, careful not to startle you. âHey,â he said gently.
Your arm lifted from the bed as if you were trying to raise a hand to your face, but the movement was quickly stopped by the fabric tying your hand to the bed rail. He watched your face darken with understanding and your chest began to rise and fall faster.
âYeah⊠âM sorry âbout that,â he drawled. âYa tore some of yer stitches last time and the docs are worried âbout somethinâ worse happeninâ.â
You merely stared up at him, your chest still heaving with each breath, eyes narrowed under your furrowed brow.
Daryl awkwardly scratched at a non-existent itch on the back of his head. The silence was thick, heavy. He marveled at how small you looked on the gurney, but recalled everything Alden and Luke had told him about your fight with this supposed leader of the Whisperers, or The Shepherds as you called them. You must have fought with no small amount of ferocity.
âWhere the hell am I?â you asked. Your throat was dry and your voice came out raspy. You couldnât believe how tired you felt. They probably had drugged you with something⊠if not to sedate you then just the painkillers you were sure were going straight into your bloodstream would explain it. For the moment you were grateful for them. Even through your current fog, your body still ached and your side... you didnât know how to describe the feeling but it was unpleasant. You hadnât forgotten the pain from the last time youâd awoken and tried to get out. The panic had overwhelmed you, but the pain had knocked you to your knees.
âA community of survivors. We call it Hilltop,â Daryl said. He was studying you, studying your face, each micro-expression, trying to get a read on you⊠but it felt impossible. Wellâexcept he could tell you were largely pissed.
You sighed and your head dropped back onto the pillow. You were so tired. Just staying awake was a struggle. Your eyes closed again and you took a few breaths, trying to slow your heart rate and willing your lungs to slow down too.
âLook, if yaââ
âDaryl, isnât it?â you interrupted him. He looked almost surprised that you remembered his name. âAm I a prisoner here?â you asked him, your eyes opening again and fixing on his. âIâd like to know how saving two of your people is a fucking crime.â
He gulped. âNo. âCourse ya ainât,â he replied gently.
âThen why are my hands tied to the fucking bed?â He could hear the panic rising in your voice again and he shifted.
âBecause of what happened last time⊠Ya ripped yer outside stitches open on your side. Ya had surgery. That knife? It nicked yer liver. Ya were bleedinâ out when Alden and Luke got ya back here. Hell, ya were half-dead. Ya could undo everythinâ the docs did if ya arenât careful. If ya promise to stay calm and in the damn bed, Iâll untie ya righâ now,â he said quickly.
You stared at him with distrust still. Darylâs hand landed on the handle of his knife in its sheath. You flinched slightly as he unbuckled the loop and slid it out, looking down at it in his hands for a long moment. He chewed on the inside of his cheek for a long moment and gulped. âAll we wanna do is help ya. Ya saved two of our own. Four if ya count me and Dog. And ya didnât have to do that.â With one hand, he reached over and untied the binding on your wrist. Then, he held out the knife for you to grip the handle.
You accepted it in your now free hand, though you still peered at him with suspicion.
But Daryl seemed undeterred. He only nodded and moved around to the other side of the gurney and untied your other hand before returning to pull his chair a little closer to the bed and sit down.
You turned the knife over in your hands, not taking your eyes off him.
âDo ya need anything? Water?â
You gulped and stared down at the knife in your hands for a moment before shaking your head. âWhereâs Achilles?â you asked suddenly.
Darylâs head tilted slightly. âAchilles?â
âMy raven.â
Daryl nodded. âMore creative name than âDog,ââ he commented, nearly smiling at you. When you didnât react, he simply cleared his throat and pointed to the window. âLast I saw, he was waitinâ righâ out there, on the roof of the next building.â
You sighed and your head dropped back into your pillow again. You clutched the knife against your chest like it was a lifeline. Daryl watched as you purposely took in some slow, deep breaths.
âYa alrighâ?â he asked softly.
âIs she dead?â you asked suddenly, your eyes meeting his again. Daryl gave you a questioning look. âAlpha. Is she dead? Did your people kill her after sheâshe kicked me in the fucking head?â
Daryl gulped and shook his head. âNo. Sheâshe managed to get away. They were more worried about you.â
Your eyes closed and you let out a heavy sigh. âI stabbed her in the fucking thigh. How did she get away?â You said it more to yourself than to Daryl. âIf they could have killed her, they should have and left me to die.â
Daryl felt as if all the air in the room had suddenly been sucked out. His nerves seemed to sizzle with electricity. âWhy would ya say that?â he asked softly, concernedly.
You turned away and wouldnât say anymore. Daryl sat back in his chair and watched as your breathing slowed and deepened but your grip on his knife never loosened.
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