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therantingfangirl · 3 years ago

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Kinktober 2021 Day 7 - Fingering with Deidara

Kinktober 2021 day 7 - Fingering

Fandom: Naruto

Deidara x female reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You were never afraid of joining a criminal organization. You had never been afraid of your fellow rogue ninja. But there was one fear you had never been able to get over: heights. And Deidara has made it his mission to distract you from the ever-increasing altitude.

Content Warning: smut, fingering, mouth palms, fear of heights, reader gets tired of hearing Deidara talk about true art

Author Notes: Life has been...busy. Work, family, writing, sleeping...There's never enough time to get to all of the things I want to do. Like I said in an earlier post, I am going to try to catch up on everything tomorrow. I will get more content out to you, but I am committed to only producing quality content that I can be proud of and that you can enjoy.

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You actually loved your life in the Akatsuki. You adored the freedom that the organization gave you—the acceptance that your clan and village had never expressed. You had never felt as safe as you did when you were surrounded by the other rogue ninja.

Even if they did like to push your buttons.

It was your own fault, really. You should’ve never allowed them to find out that you were afraid of heights. Especially not him.

He called out your name from on top of the clay bird, his hand extended out to your form on the ground. “We don’t have all day, yeah.”

“We could just walk, you know,” you suggested, rubbing the back of your arm. Maybe if you pressured him enough, he’d give up and let you go by foot. Maybe he could ignore how far away your target had been last seen. Maybe he cared more about your nerves than he did the promptness of the mission—quite doubtful considering the smirk with which he was sending your way.

“Do you think that we have all month?” He shook his head at you in disbelief, his long blond hair bouncing with every movement.

“Maybe?”

“I can assure you that my art is perfectly safe.”

“Except, of course, if you accidentally detonate it while we’re in the air. Besides that though, perfectly safe, right?”

Deidara pursed his lips together at your insinuation. “Do you doubt my abilities?”

“No, you I trust,” you told him. Bile formed in your throat at the thought of climbing onto the bird. Of that bird soaring into the air, nothing between you and the ground except for piles of explosive clay that could go off with a simple misplaced hand sign or loss in chakra control. “It’s my inability to feel the ground beneath my feet that I don’t trust.”

“Just get your tight ass up here, will you?” he huffed out, losing his patience with every moment you spent staring up at him.

“Deidara knows better than to lose control and let anything happen to you,” Kisame’s gruff voice spoke out from behind you.

You turned around to look at the tall man, willing yourself to keep your hands steady. “But what about the things he doesn’t have control over?”

“You need to stop worrying, sweetheart.”

“But—”

“Why don’t you try keeping your mind on something else besides the altitude?” Itachi suggested to you softly, always the voice of reason.

“Like what?”

Itachi shrugged, his lips twitching at the sides. He glanced back over to Deidara, his eyes narrowing at the rogue ninja. “Keep her distracted.”

“It’s not tha—” Deidara’s sentence broke off abruptly and he let out a sigh of submission. He called out your name, softer this time and put his hand back out to you. “Come on up. I’ll keep your mind off of everything.”

“How?” you asked, turning to look back at him.

A smirk was your only answer in return.

You took a deep breath and took his hand, letting him pull you up onto the bird. He settled you at the front of his creation and slid his arms around your waist. “Nice and secure, yeah.”

“The ground is even more secure.”

“By the end of this flight, you’ll actually begin to love this.”

You highly doubted that.

It wasn’t that you had experienced a traumatizing event that left you paralyzed in fear over vast heights. It was only the realization that you had yet to master any jutsu that could truly keep you safe during a fall from such a distance. It wasn’t natural for you to be that far off of the ground. Now matter how “beautiful” and “artistic” Deidara claimed his clay birds to be.

You took a shaky breath, letting your mind clear of all of the anxious thoughts flooding your brain just as the clay bird lifted off of the ground. Your stomach dropped at the sensation of solid ground disappearing.

As the bird lifted you higher into the air, your sense of security steadily dissipated. All you could think of was how far away the earth was. How easy it would be to fall off the bird and die on the dirt below.

Your chest heaved at the effort you took to breath evenly. Your hands shook and you held tightly to the edges of your cloak, trying to find something solid to hold onto.

Deidara’s hands slid lower down your hips and rested on your thighs, lightly stroking your skin in soothing motions. “We won’t need to be in the air very long,” he mumbled in your ear.

“Every minute is one too many,” you huffed out.

“Hm,” he hummed quietly, his fingertips drifting over your inner thighs.

A small part of your brain focused in on that touch, even as slight and insignificant as it seemed. That small touch sent goosebumps down your body and a chill down your spine, and your entire being focused in on the spot between your thighs that his fingers seemed to edge closer to with every second.

You stared down at the world beneath you—the colors of the foliage below. Everything was more vibrant from your vantage point. And if you weren’t thinking about how painful it would be to fall on top of the branches below, you would even be elated by the sight of the world.

“It’s not horrible,” you admitted quietly. “Even beautiful.”

Deidara hummed against your ear, his fingers dipping further down. He brushed against your clothed crotch just slightly, his touch just light enough that it could be considered to be accidental.

“That beauty is superficial. True art is—"

Before he could begin on his usual tangent, you cut in, saying, “if art is an explosion and true art is fleeting, then how do you find beauty in anything tangible in this world? And if true beauty disappears within a moment, then how can you find something tangibly beautiful enough to recognize it as beautiful?”

“Beauty is something that I know when I see it, no matter how momentary it may be.”

“But what if—” your own sentence was cut off by a certain jerking beneath you, the clay bird dipping suddenly. Your stomach lurched violently at the sensation and you gripped onto Deidara’s arm for support.

The next moment, the bird steadied itself, easing back into an even flight pattern. “You did that on purpose!” You gasped out, nails digging into his forearm.

“Let go!” he grunted, tugging his arm free of your grasp. “I was momentarily distracted.”

“You’re supposed to be distracting me! Not getting distracted!”

Deidara grunted again, sliding his arm back around your waist and pulling you taut against his chest. “Just settle down. We’ll get there faster if you do.”

“How do you think I’m supposed to settle down now?”

“Hm.”

Again, his touch drifted downward, brushing against the sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs. But this time, this time the touch was deliberate and was unmistakably on purpose.

“Dei—” you started, but his hands had already dipped underneath your waistband. His fingertips slid right beneath your underwear line and brushed slowly down your slit.

“And here I thought you might be too anxious to be responsive to my touch,” he mused at what he found underneath his fingers.

You clenched your jaw tightly, pushing down the urge to yell at his haughty tone. And just as you opened your mouth to tell him to fuck off, the tongue on the palm of his hand slipped out and lapped at your lower lips.

Your toes curled immediately, your hips bucking towards him.

“So eager for me, hmm” he mumbled, repeating the action. The tongue flicked your clit back and forth at an uneven pace before gaping open and sucking your clit into his mouth.

You gasped out his name, your grip on his arm tightening again. You leaned your head back against his shoulder and your eyes closed. His fingers played with your entrance, using the tips to stretch you out for him. Inside his hand’s mouth, his tongue circled your clit tightly, every stroke ripping a whimper from your lips.

He inserted two fingers fully inside of you, curling them and rubbing them against your walls. He stroked against you intentionally, searching for something within you. He whispered your name against your ear, his lips brushing against your ear lobe. His breath fanned over your neck, warm and enveloping.

“There’s a moment when someone hits their climax that is so brief, yet all encompassing, that is the sheer definition of art,” he told you. His fingers brushed against a spongey spot against your inner walls and he eagerly rubbed the area, his lips never relinquishing their hold on your clit.

Your back arched, moaning out his name. His fingers and mouth worked your most sensitive spots in earnest. Your stomach tightened, every ounce of your attention on the sensations he was creating inside of you. Your fingers dug into his skin and he probed your spots once again, sending you right over the edge. His fingers continued its onslaught, sliding in and out of your entrance before rubbing up against your g-spot once again. Your body shook underneath his touch, and in that moment nothing else mattered. You bucked against him, desperate to keep contact with the pleasure that he gave you.

“True art,” he muttered quietly.

Deidara’s fingers slowed down, his tongue lazily lapping at your slit. You twitched against him, opening your eyes slowly. He grinned down at you as he withdrew his hand from your pants. He brought the hand up to your mouth and you opened your lips, tasting his fingers eagerly. You sucked your own juices off of his fingers, moaning quietly around him.

With his fingers cleaned off, he let his hand fall back loosely against your stomach. And the bird began its slow descent.

“A-are we there?” you asked, blinking at your surroundings. The tree line had opened up, leaving plenty of room for the two of you to land right outside the targeted village.

“I told you it wouldn’t be a long flight.”

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xxsycamore · 3 years ago

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Hey hun, threesome with Ray, Alice, and Lancelot, prompt December 9 pretty please? 💖💖💖

Happy holidays, dear Dahlia and everyone else on here! 💝✨✨I wish you a great time, celebrating or not. I enjoyed writing this story so much, I just couldn’t stop at 1k words as planned, oops. Easily one of my all-time favorites. Thank you for sending this great request! Hope you like it! 💖💖

Naughty or Nice? - [ Lancelot/MC/Ray SMUT ]

Rating: E

Word count: 1564

Tags: Polyamory; Threesome - F/M/M; Alcohol; Making Out; Banter; SO MUCH BANTER; Nipple Play; Not Wearing Underwear; Vaginal Sex; my love for Raycelot is showing

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Part of ‘Tis the Season for Smut 2.0 Content Creation Challenge, hosted by @voltage-vixen [DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4] [DAY 5] [DAY 6] [DAY 7] [DAY 8]

DAY 9 - “Let’s do something that puts us on the naughty list.”

It's Christmas Eve in Cradle.

A celebration of many old traditions - now, ever since Red and Black became allies, a new annual event is held to remind of peace and unition in the eve of the brightest holiday. This year too, the venue is lavishly decorated for the occasion and welcomes army members from both sides.

Ray has been to enough of these parties to know exactly what it means when his two lovers disappear into thin air all of a sudden.

He carefully sneaks his way out of the party and towards the secluded area he's already well familiar with.

Alice's lips are still warm with Lancelot's breath on them when a sudden jolt runs thought her, caused by a firm slap landing on her ass. The man next to her makes a similar noise of surprise as, he received one as well. Though, unlike Alice, his gaze is quick to sharpen into a death glare - directed at Ray, she now discovers as she turns around.

"Interrupting something?"

To Ray's question filled of suspicion and a tint of smirk, Alice hurries to explain the innocent nature of their endeavors, withdrawing from Lancelot's embrace to make herself more presentable.

"We-"

"We were discussing arranging an afterparty only for the three of us. Congratulations, you ruined the surprise."

Thought Ray is touched at even the sheer implication that Lancelot would plan something with him in mind, he is sure not to stray too much from the point. The two of them still could have perfectly well conversated by the table instead. He's spent too much time with the red King not to know how he'd twist things around sometimes on purpose.

"Uh-huh. Still sounds suspicious to me."

Ray leans in to steal a kiss from Lancelot that would hopefully soften him and erase the frown from his face. Whether he was speaking the truth or they were really sneaking away to make out, Ray feels equally intrigued about it either way.

The blond only pushes him back by the chest most demonstratively, but only for the sake of being the one to initiate the kiss instead. Ray decides to not lean too much into it, preventing the high possibility of being bitten by the tongue.

"An afterparty sounds good. I see that I'm not the only one bored with tonight's event."

Scooting over to Alice's side, considering her a far better target for his kisses, Ray wraps an arm around her waist to pull her in closer.

"Has anyone told you that you're a terrible host?"

Ray hates that he has to put an end to such a passionate kiss just to reply to Lancelot, but ignoring him would lead to no good.

"Now, you're just being an ass, Lancelot. We'll see how the Red Army handles it next year."

Alice can sense the tension raising between her two boyfriends, albeit in a manner that brings no harm. For a good measure she palms Ray's chin, gently squeezing his face to turn it towards herself - and to shush with him a kiss.

Lancelot approves of the method, having a good history of putting it to work with the younger king. He is not even trying to excuse his way of watching them go through their following kiss, already planning on how to steal Alice in his arms next.

Ray is getting a little too lost into it perhaps, with how playful he gets, his hands indecisive on where to stay on her waist.

"This dress looks very nice on you, Alice."

Another pair of hands wrap around her from behind, this time resting much higher, soft fingertips dipping in the underside of her pushed-up bosom.

"I agree."

Alice giggles a little, being more than pleased with her outfit for tonight and only glad that her lovers seem to like it as well. If she weren't held so securely in their handsy grasp, she'd do a little spin to show off further for them.

"White and red, huh… I see you're not on my team tonight."

She clicks her tongue at his comment but not without a little chuckle, putting a hand on Ray's head to caress his hair as he'd duck to place a kiss on her exposed cleavage. The white fur on the rim of the dress and its red color, she hasn't thought much about the possible link to the Red army's uniforms. But she can see where he comes from, guessing that the golden details on it just make the connection more liable.

"No, silly, those are just the Christmas colors…"

"Are you drunk, King of spades?"

Lancelot frees one hand from groping over Alice's breasts to where Ray has his face shoved in them, pulling him up by the hair to have a better look at him. Now that Alice thinks about it, it would make a perfect sense - from the ridiculous things he says to the clingy behavior he's adapted in the past few minutes - not that it comes off as a surprise. Surely not a negative one.

"Not as much as you think I am. Though, if my lovers continue to disregard me like that, I'll have to resort to alcohol for company."

"Suit yourself."

"Lancelot!" Alice is quick to take in the role of the peacemaker again, elbowing him lightly. It proves to be efficient because the blond speaks again soon.

"Alright Ray. What do you suggest we do to entertain you, then?"

Ray smirks in a way that almost says I knew you love me, but he lowers his face before his expression could show more than he lets on. He gets another whiff of Alice, finding something dangerously appealing in her perfume that Lancelot has already pointed out to her earlier in the evening. It almost makes him lose his train of thought.

"I say, let's spice things up a bit. Let's do something that puts us on the naughty list."

This time it's Lancelot's turn to snicker, as if it was far too predictable where this is going. Not that he is against it, no.

Alice's humming curls in a pleasant note, a hand encouraging Ray towards her chest once again.

"I like the idea. What do you think, Lance?"

"I think the King of spades has already earned his place on the "naughty list", fair and square."

It's time for Alice to run her fingers through Lancelot's hair and tug him in the place she desires, just as she did with Ray - a kiss should be better than whatever he's getting at. She makes sure to cut it off short enough to tease him.

"Let's not start about that. We know you weren't a good boy either, Lance…"

"Alice."

His tone is firm, more demanding for another kiss than for her to not speak another word, really. He pushes his hot mouth against hers, furiously so - easily leaving her breathless, until prying a broken moan from her lips. Good. Now, he can be nice and give her a more gentle kiss.

Alice pauses for breath and rolls her head on Lancelot's shoulder, groaning under Ray's ministrations as he pulls down her dress enough to free her breasts and to immediately cover them with his warm tongue. He also moves to place a leg between hers, pelvis rubbing every other time against Alice's lower belly.

Lancelot is caressing her cheek while she rests her head on his shoulder, teeth grazing the shell of her ear. This close up, Alice's words are lower than a whisper.

"Oh my god, he is so hard already…"

"Of course he is."

Lancelot's matter-of-factly tone is probably very unwelcomed at this point, as he can predict the next "scolding" he is about to earn himself. On top of that, he practically never answered Alice in the way she expected him to answer - because yes, Gods, he likes the idea - a twitch in his own pants reminding him so. In a similar fashion to how Ray resorted to bare Alice, Lancelot drags the flimsy clothing from the hem up. It does a quick job of leaving Alice's whole bottom accessible to his hands - and to Lancelot's surprise, it's a little… more accessible than expected.

"You're not wearing underwear on an official party?"

The last part is necessary, to distinguish the emphasis here. Of course it's no new practice in the history of their own sexual adventures for her to forgo putting on underwear in order to tease and drive both men crazy.

"Surprise?..."

She could try to sound innocent all she wants, there is no escape the thing she just provoked in Lancelot. And most definitely, in Ray, as well. The latter's laugher fills the air as he finally withdraws, content with his work of marking Alice's chest with demonstrations of his love. Hopefully they'll get all hidden once he moves the top of the dress on its original place.

"Fuck, Alice." The smile refuses to leave his face, as he smoothly raises one of her legs, hooking it over his arm. He swears he is going to kill Lancelot if he doesn't let him be the first one to fuck her right now. Not before he makes sure his aching-hard cock eases into her soft walls does he pick up his speech where he left.

"It seems like you're not that far behind us on the naughty list, are you?"

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ellitx · 4 years ago

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OK, BUT LIKE

Personal butler Venti pleasing the reader whenever she wants cause she's always horny(I mean who isn't;;), AND IMAGINE HIM SLOWLY REMOVING HIS GLOVES AND I ISGDHSHHAHS

THOSE DARN HANDS OF HIS ARE HNGG<333

ANON????

ANOTHER BRAINROT BUT THIS TIME ITS BUTLER VENTI???

HHAHAJA S-STOP PLS BUT YES I WANNA KNOW MORE OF BUTLER VENTI AJSBSHSJSN

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word count: 1k

warning: NSFW content ahead

Okay okay so he’s your personal butler, right? So he’s the only one who knows about your predicament of 24/7 horniness

Of course, he can’t just ignore you like that so he decides to help you with it every day. Sometimes you come to the servant’s quarters at midnight and go to his room. He sees you there standing and fidgeting, pressing your thighs together to calm down your heat

“Mistress...?”

That formal title just made you so wet and you’re practically pleading at him through your eyes to help you. A second later, Venti understands your situation and pulls you inside his room. He’ll have you sit on his lap and he doesn't care if you’re staining his clothes because of your dripping pussy. What matters is satisfying his dearest mistress. He’ll be slow first since he doesn't know how much you needed him and by slow I mean he’ll first do foreplays with you.

If you want to get in the action already, he’ll push you on the mattress and takes off your panties, and starts fingering you. If you’re moaning too loudly he’ll quiet you with a kiss to muffle it down.

Okay now imagine your family has been invited to a ball and you have to attend it because it’s a requirement for you to interact with the other nobles

Venti is always by your side throughout the day and the event is getting boring to you as time passes. You suddenly feel hot and bothered under your dress. Looking around the room to distract yourself, you clutched on Venti’s sleeve to garner his attention.

His gaze was now settled on your figure and even if you weren’t looking at him, the way your face was so red and warm, your shoulders moving up and down, and just how you squeeze your fists on your dress already made him understand it.

But the only problem is where will you two do it? This isn’t your mansion and he doesn’t know where would be a good place to please you privately and without any disturbance.

Fortunately, the resident’s servants had guided you about this place and you know the perfect spot to do it. You grabbed his hand and lead the way until you reach the guest’s room. Locking the door behind you, you immediately leaned on Venti to pull him down to a deep kiss.

Your butler didn’t push you away nor hesitated to kiss you back. He brings you closer to him, licking your lips asking for your permission and when you parted them, he’s playing with your tongue and exploring every inch of your mouth making sure he doesn’t miss any.

He’ll push you against the wall and place one of his legs in between you as his knee pressed through your clothed core. Moaning in between the kisses, he tilts your head to the side to suck on your neck then going back to kiss you. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders before disconnecting your lips together as a string of saliva trailed along.

You badly wanted to remove your dress but all the accessories hanging on you just hinder you from taking your clothes off. Venti sits you down on the bed and when you waited for him to do something, he just left you hanging there. Confused, you looked up at him. Your entire body warmed up when you saw how dark his eyes are— hungry and eager to please his mistress.

Your stomach churned in anticipation when he brought his gloved hand to his lips and takes it off with his teeth, throwing the leathered item somewhere in the room. He kneels in front of you and slowly removes your shoes off while his mouth softly brushes from your legs to your thighs, leaving featherlight kisses and occasional licks on your supple skin. His fingers seek up to your thighs, lifting up the dress as he did so.

Your hands tightly clutched through his dark locks when you feel his hot breath is so close to your clit. He’ll trace your folds over your panties before putting them aside and putting his tongue and finger in to stimulate you. Your legs were quivering tremendously and he brings them up to rest on his shoulder while he eats you out.

You bit on the back of your hand to stifle your moans as your other hand tightly gripped his hair and brought him close to your pussy.

The two of you will have sex the whole day. Venti will listen to your needs and he’ll do it without complaints. Fucking you from behind, eating you out until you cum all over his face, swallowing every drop of your essence and not letting a single one miss, fingering you until you orgasm for the nth time, and so on and so forth. As a reward, he received a blowjob, boobjob, and riding his cock from you for making you cum several times and making you feel so good, and never in his life did he thought he’ll be getting a wondrous gift from you.

Venti will remind you both of you have to go back before your parents come looking for you. You’ll whine about it and beg him to continue fucking you. Of course, he can't deny you, but in exchange, after he makes you cum you have to go to the bathroom and wash your body.

Agreeing with his bargain, after your reach your one last orgasm you’ll invite him to join in the bathtub with you, and once again he accepts it. Everything you ask for, he always says yes to them. He’ll help you wash your back and sometimes kisses them while he plays with your breasts and nipples.

But he won’t go that far to start another sex even if you wanted it so badly. As much as he wants it as well, the two of you have to move as fast as possible and finish showering and dressing up.

Venti cleans up all the mess in the room before leaving and guiding you back to the main hall. Perfect timing, the event just ended and now your parents approached you two. They asked Venti to call the driver and ready the ride.

You’ll glance at him and mouthed you’ll be waiting for him later at night in your room. He can only smile and nod his head.

After all, he can never say no to his mistress at all.

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Yummy butler venti brainrot 🤤

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sunshineandaisies · 4 years ago

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Numbers (Part Four)

Numbers Masterlist

Summary: Soulmate!AU where everyone is born with numbers indicating their soulmates birth date tattooed on their wrist

Words: ~1k

Warnings: angst

Note: So if you recognize this from like 4-5 years ago, it’s because this is a repost from my old account (caps-best-girl) that I’ve since deactivated. There are 7 parts to this in total that I’ll be editing and reposting throughout the week. (Also, I’m a hoe for soulmate AUs).

You waited in a hotel for nearly three days before Steve called you. You had no idea if they were safe or hurt, and if it hadn’t been for the still legible numbers on your wrist, you would have thought Bucky was dead. It was the numbers on your wrist that kept you sane those three days.

Sharon had come back to check on you every few hours when she could escape work and the hunt for Bucky and Steve, but you couldn’t remember her ever saying anything to you. If she had, you didn’t hear her. The only sound you could recall hearing was the ringing of your phone.

“We’re safe,” Steve had said before telling you at location and time.

You followed his instructions and within hours of speaking to Steve over the phone, you were seeing him in person. “Where’s Bucky? How is he? He’s okay, right?”

Steve placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Y/N, he’s fine,” he assured you. “He’s been with the doctors for the last few hours.”

“Did something happen to him?” you asked frantically, eyes wide.

“No, no! Nothing happened.”

“The doctors are running a few tests on him, is all,” a voice behind you called out.

You turned around to see the King of Wakanda walking towards you, and you narrowed your eyes. “Weren’t you one of the people trying to kill him?” you asked with a raised brow.

He averted his gaze, looking at his feet before meeting your eyes again. “Yes, but I realize now that vengeance was not the answer that I was seeking.”

“Then what the hell were you seeking?” you shot back, making Steve’s fingers tighten on your shoulder.

“Y/N,” he warned quietly.

T’Challa laughed, eyeing Steve’s hand on your shoulder. “Do not worry, Captain. I have no intention of harming the young woman.”

“It’s not her I’m worried about, your highness,” Steve told him seriously, making the king laugh again. “Can we see him?”

“I don’t see why not.” Steve started walking in the direction T’Challa had come from, and the king gestured for you to go before him. With one final pointed look towards T’Challa, you walked off in the direction Steve had gone, feeling a warm sensation in your fingertips. You were getting closer to him; you could sense it.

Steve stopped at the door and turned around to face you, a strange look in his eyes. “Look, before we go in, there’s something you should know,” he began, but your body was too focused on Bucky’s proximity. You ignored Steve and his words, walking straight past him through the door.

The room was white and full of beeping machines and technology that you didn’t even know existed. Your eyes quickly glanced over the objects, and you didn’t give them a second thought when you saw Bucky sat on a table in the middle of the room. You ran to him, throwing yourself into his arms as your body buzzed in delight at the contact. Bucky’s arm was hesitant to wrap around your body, but after a moment he squeezed you tightly to his chest.

“I can’t even describe how happy I am that you’re okay,” you whispered into his shoulder before pulling away. Your eyes landed on the spot where his metal arm had once been, and out of curiosity, your fingers danced across the black material covering his skin. “What happened?”

“Collateral damage,” he joked, his right hand reaching up to cup you face. “I’m sorry we haven’t had much time together.”

“We have plenty of time,” you said, brows furrowing in confusion at the remorseful look on his face. “Bucky? What’s going on?”

“Y/N, I…”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Steve asked from behind you.

You looked over at him before turning back to Bucky. “Do what? What are you doing?”

“I can’t trust my own mind, Y/N,” he said, though you still didn’t quite understand what was happening. “So until they figure out a way to get this stuff out of my head, I think going back under is the best thing. For everybody.” He smiled sadly at you, but all you felt was hurt and heartbreak.

“No,” you said firmly. “I trust you. Isn’t that enough?”

“I don’t trust myself. If I hurt you…” he trailed off, taking a deep breath.

With tears forming in your eyes, you responded, voice barely louder than a whisper, “You’re hurting me now, Bucky.” You sniffled, wiping away a stray tear. “You can’t do this to me. Not after everything that’s happened.”

“Everything that’s happened is exactly why I need to do this. Anyone could turn me back into the Winter Soldier with the right words. I don’t want to be that anymore.”

“How long?” you asked, not able to look him in the eye. “How long do I need to wait this time?”

“I don’t know. It could take three years; it could take thirty.” Tears were flowing freely down your face now, and you wanted to turn away and not let him see you like this, so broken. “Don’t wait forever, Y/N. Move on if you have to move on.” You collapsed into him. “Don’t wa…”

You cut him off, pressing your lips to his. You melted into him, and your body felt like it was on fire as your lips molded to his, your tears salty on your lips. He rested his forehead against yours when he pulled away. You kept your eyes closed for a moment, just taking in the moment with your other senses; the sound of his heartbeat and breathing, the sterile smell of the room, the feel of his skin against your palms. “What was the date on your wrist?” you asked, pulling back to look him in the eyes.

He looked away, and you knew what he was going to say before the words even left his mouth. “I don’t remember.”

You stood beside Steve, holding his hand firmly in yours as the cryogenic chamber was activated and your soulmate was lost to you once again. You looked down at the numbers on your wrist before glancing up at Steve.

‘Move on.’

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madswonders · 4 years ago

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A Lesson In Romance #10: Thoughts

Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Implied anxiety, Mentions of canon-typical violence

Word Count: 2.5k

Plot: Reader keeps getting caught in rom-com situations with Spencer Reid. This time, they're paired together on a case.

A/N: I know that the BAU's conference room has big-ass glass windows but just imagine that the blinds are closed for the entirety of this chapter aha. Also this chapter is a doozy... like 1k words longer than usual, so enjoy!

Masterlist | All chapters here!

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As Peter Gizzi once described the phenomena of love, "About you there is nothing I wouldn’t want to know / With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler."

In high school, your reputation always preceded you. The cynic that never had a boyfriend, much less a drunken one-night stand; a prude who waited over ten dates to have her first kiss; or the "ice queen" who kept her emotions locked up and threw away the key.

If they saw you now, you wondered if they would laugh at how you've changed; because these days, you looked like you were keeping the best secret in the world, one that threatened to burst from your lips every time you smiled.

What you didn’t know, is that you didn't need to be a profiler to see it. From the bubbling laughter and whispered conversations, to the not-so-secret longing glances. You and Spencer disappeared into your own world when you were together, and everybody knew it.

And for the first few weeks, that was enough. You found it easier than usual to ignore the thoughts that lurked in the back of your mind. That is, until you couldn't.

"... I want you and Spencer to work on the geographic profile." Hotch had announced, and you remembered the feeling of your blood running cold.

There were two reasons for this. First was the fact that this case linked twenty homicides across three years to a single unsub. If there was any case that required the two nerdiest members of the BAU to team up, this was it.

Unfortunately, that fact was closely followed by an overwhelming fear — and you wanted to preface this by saying that you were usually a woman of logic and science — but, somehow, you couldn't shake the thought that something bad was going to happen to you and Spencer, and you weren't ready for it.

Leaning against the cool conference room wall, you tapped your toes in an impatient rhythm against the carpeted floor. You were trying to recite what you learned from your PhD; that your mind was jumping to conclusions and that it was normal to be nervous. It was normal to feel this way. You were normal.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked, jolting you out of your mantra.

You realised your boyfriend had been talking to you for awhile now, but clearly, you weren't listening. You shook your head apologetically.

"Sorry, I was just thinking. Could you say that again?"

"I was just saying, you can start by pinning the names and locations of the victims, and I'll put up the crime scene photos... but are you sure you're okay?" He asked again, this time shooting you those puppy dog eyes that made you weak.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Let's get to work." You said firmly, grabbing the box of push pins. You felt his gaze linger on you for a second, before he began picking up his own stack of pictures.

The first hour sped by quickly as you and Spencer listed out all of the unsub’s possible motives and next victims. At the half hour mark, Hotch dropped in to check on your progress, bringing takeaway coffee and leaving with a rare smile.

At the second hour, the rest of the team returned with some new leads, and unfortunately, new bodies, but nothing that helped solidify the profile any further than what you already had.

At the fifth hour, there was no denying it. The team had hit a wall. While the rest of them were back in the field investigating more leads, you sipped on your second cup of coffee while staring at the evidence board. Spencer paced the room behind you.

"The messy dump sites. The carvings onto the victims' chests. One points to the unsub being disorganised and inexperienced, but the other is a clear, almost narcissistic ritual." The doctor thought aloud.

"Usually that means the unsub is trying to make a statement, but he killed his first ten victims before the police found out, then killed another seven and three right under their noses before going dormant. If he wanted to make a statement, why wouldn't he tip off the police or media sooner?" He grumbled.

"Are we sure it's not a taunt to the local police’s competency? Many of his first victims were found in secluded areas with limited police support." You pointed out, tapping the edge of your cup in thought.

"No, the victimology and locations are too wide spread. A taunt would present a clearer message." He said.

You turned around suddenly, causing him to halt in his steps. "Here's something completely off the wall — but what if the unsub was trying to achieve a specific pattern with his kills?" You said, gesturing with your cup.

Tap, tap-tap, tap, you created the rhythm with your finger.

"That would explain why he isn't acting like a narcissist. Maybe he's suffering a mental condition that compels him to complete a certain pattern, and subsequently, ritual with his kills. Could be rhythmical, musical, numerical..." You explained.

"Numerical. That's it!" Spencer squeaked, rushing to the board with a marker. "I thought these numbers seemed familiar earlier, that's because they make up prime numbers!"

He backed away from the board to reveal what he wrote. The numbers 2, 3, 5, 7, and 11. A lightbulb turned on in your head.

"2, 3 and 5 make up the first ten kills. 7 is the next, which he managed to complete perfectly, but something happened to the unsub at 11." Spencer voiced your thoughts.

"He might have been incarcerated, or injured. But we can't rule out the possibility that he might have moved out of town and resumed the pattern elsewhere. So either we can expect 8 more victims here, or the unsub has already moved onto the next number: 13." You quickly finished the train of thought.

"Love, you're a genius!" Spencer rushed over to pick you up by the waist, twirling you as you laughed in relief. But the relief turned to surprise when he kissed you deeply.

God, he was good at this. Even when your feet touched the ground, it felt like you were seeing stars. Though it was only when your lips parted that he had the decency to blush.

"Love?" You breathed.

Spencer's cheeks turned crimson in embarrassment, but he didn't back away. Instead, he leaned forward, bumping your foreheads together gently.

"I didn't know you had that in you, doctor." You teased.

"Well, my mother did school me in classic romance literature from a young age. Not to mention, I happen to be a genius at most things..." You could hear the smile in his voice, and you giggled.

The doctor pulled away then, an adoring smile still plastered across his face. "Are you fee—" He began, but his voice died in his throat as his gaze fixated on something behind you.

"Ooooh, am I interrupting something?" You turned around to see none other than Penelope smiling coyly from the doorway, and the two of you jumped apart.

"N-no, nothing!" Spencer blurted out.

"All fine and dandy here." You added on, blushing furiously.

The tech analyst smiled deviously. "Well, I thought I'd come and check on my two favourite lovebirds. Anything else from the case for me to chew on? Except whatever that was earlier." She teased.

"Actually, there is." You cleared your throat awkwardly, while the good doctor looked like he wanted to melt into the carpet.

"We need you to search up murders in neighbouring cities that match the mutilation by our unsub, then cross-reference the time frame with any new residents. We suspect he might be trying to complete a pattern, and that he may have done it somewhere other than here." You said.

"On it, future-Mrs-Genius. I will get back to you so fast that you won't even have time to get down and dirty." She half-yelled that last bit, heels clicking as she walked back to her office. Before you could even formulate a response, she was gone.

You felt your boyfriend wrap his arms around you from the back. "Now, where were we?" He whispered.

You giggled, leaning back into the doctor's chest while he rocked your bodies side to side. "Are you feeling better now?" He asked.

"Next time someone says it's not as intense in here as it is out there, I'm going to give them a stern talking to." You joked.

"You know what I mean, love." Spencer reiterated gently, the pet name falling from his lips like it was the most natural thing in the world. "If you tell me about it, I can help you. You know I'm always here for you."

You sighed softly, blinking back tears that threatened to spill.

"It's something stupid. I-I'm fine."

He turned you around, brows furrowing in concern when a tear rolled down your cheek. "What's wrong?" He asked, wiping it away tenderly.

"I— I was worried about us working together." You admitted. "And it's not because I don't like working with you, but I just— I just couldn't—"

"Take a deep breath, love. Slowly." He held your shoulders as you breathed in and out, once, twice.

"I've been afraid this whole day — no, for awhile now — that something was going to happen to our relationship." You confessed shakily. "And it's not about our jobs — although I worry about that too — but I'm scared that one day you'll wake up and realise that I'm not worth the trouble."

You looked up at the ceiling, trying to stop the next wave of tears.

"A-and it's only gotten worse because I've never been so h-happy with another person before. Only you've made me feel this way, and I'm t-terrified that I'll lose what we have."

There was a brief silence as Spencer pulled you close to his chest, one hand stroking your hair carefully. You could hear his heart beating fast.

"Do you remember when the team tricked us into sharing a bed?" He whispered, a hint of a smile trickling into his voice. "I think about it every single time we're about to go into the field. Because you said you'd never leave me, and now, whenever we're out there, I know I'm not alone."

He breathed in deeply, your head gently rising and falling together with his chest.

"You've given me someone to come home to, love. What we have, you'll never lose it, okay?" He whispered.

"Baby, I—" Your voice halted. Crap.

"Wait. Baby?" Spencer repeated back to you, a teasing lilt in his voice. Your face flushed, and you unwinded your arms from your boyfriend to cover your face.

"Oh god, can we pretend that didn't just happen?"

"I have an eidetic memory." He pointed out. You let out a watery laugh, knowing when you had lost.

"Alright, alright. But I do have another ide—"

Then, the conference room phone rang. It was Emily. "Hey guys, Garcia managed to narrow down the unsub and we're 10 out, but we'll need some back-up."

"Be there in 15." You replied, while Spencer shot you an amused look, Luckily, he waited for the call to end before saying the next words.

"Let's go, baby." He wiggled his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes and laughed, already strapping on your kevlar. "That's it. You're not driving."

"Aww!"

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After the major breakthrough in the case — all thanks to Nerd 1 and Nerd 2, as Derek fondly called the two of you — the case managed to wrap up neatly and the BAU found themselves in a rare position. Ready to end the work day, on time.

Not that anybody was packing up to leave just yet, although you wished they would, because Penelope had decided to start enthusiastically retelling how she found the BAU's resident lovebirds in the conference room, unable to keep their hands off each other.

"Last I heard, pet names aren't a crime — and how long were you standing there anyway?" You accused, blushing.

"Firstly, they are. Criminally cute, that is!" Penelope squealed, while the rest were in fits of laughter. "And secondly, you should never underestimate my awesome ninja abilities, because I heard everything that I needed to hear."

"Do I even want to know?" Spencers winced.

"I don't think you do, pretty boy." Derek laughed, clapping the genius on the back.

"Wait, wait, wait. Can we go back to how Spencer's pet name of choice is love?" Emily gasped in laughter.

"You've got to admit it's kind of cute, Emily." JJ smiled.

"Sure. If you're courting Mr. Darcy and attending cotillions."

"C'mon, Prentiss. All that means is that our boy's got style." Derek added to laughter, while Spencer whined in protest.

The door to Hotch's office opened suddenly, both him and Rossi stepping out with expressions of urgency on their faces.

“Sorry to break up the fun, kiddos. But there's been an update to the case.” Rossi announced, following right behind Hotch to the conference room.

The laughs were wiped off everybody's faces as you traded concerned looks. As you filed into the room, Hotch had already begun speaking.

“Another body was found half an hour ago. Same MO, same random victimology, and same kind of dumpsite. And the unsub just told us where to find his copycat.”

“Wait, we never profiled a second unsub.” Derek interjected.

"It doesn't makes sense — the first unsub is a control freak. He didn't like the idea of anybody messing with his sequence. Wouldn't he have done something if he knew somebody else was copying his pattern?" You asked.

"We profiled that he wouldn't be able to deviate from his pattern. What if he had to continue, even when somebody else was committing some of the crimes for him?" Spencer countered.

“Hold on, you said the unsub gave us a location?” Emily asked.

"And a time." Rossi voiced up. “8pm tonight at The Basil. The first unsub claims that's where the copycat finds his next targets."

"How do we know if we can trust him?" Derek asked.

"We don't. But he didn't display any telltale signs of doubt when he told us, and this is the only lead we have." Hotch's frown deepened. You had a feeling he didn't like the idea of this either, but the team didn't have a choice.

"Okay, if we're doing this, he can't know we're onto him," Emily thought aloud, "and we'll need precautions in case it's a trap. That means..."

"Undercover agents... and the bait." Hotch said with finality.

“And who did you have in mind for that?” You piped up, and everyone turned their eyes to you.

“You and Reid.” He stated the obvious.

“B-b-but, I’ve never gone—"

“You’ve more than proven your abilities in the field since you joined us, and having natural chemistry will make it less suspicious to the unsub.”

You opened your mouth, but no words fell from it. Hotch was right. Of course he was right.

As if hearing your thoughts, Spencer took your hand in his and squeezed, and you felt a little calmer already. “Ok, I’ll do it.” You said determinedly, while the doctor echoed your sentiment.

Hotch nodded, beginning to assign roles to the rest of the team while you squeezed your boyfriend's hand tighter, a new mantra forming in your head.

Everything is going to be okay. Everything will be okay.

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amnxsia · 4 years ago

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The Honored One

“Throughout heaven and earth, I alone am the honored one. Only my pleasure and displeasure exists.”

A/n: This fic is apart of @zeeroweenies fright night collab!

Thank you to @namrekcaivel and @peachy-momos for beta reading!

Both Eren and reader are aged up they are around 4000 years old!

Mikasa is ooc

Taglist: @kirsteiiins @callmepromise, @namischild, @namrekcaivel, @aotwrites, @erens-piss-cleaner, @sofi-yeager, @peachysimp, @fiaficsxo, @eremiie, @odmlevis, @instantnuma, @levibasketcase, @weepinglevi, @bruhstories, @yuedama

Summary: What do mortals with powers of a demigod on their side desire the most? More power. But that’s were you come in.

Content: A lot of violence, descriptions of violence, death (the reader nor eren dies), angst, smut, slow burn, enemies to lovers, mentions of sacrilege, fingering (fem is receiving) virginity loss but with a twist, squirting, unprotected sex.

Trigger Warnings: Violence, descriptions of violence, death, descriptions of death, blood, murder, god complex, impact play, edging, praise kink, corruption.

Word Count: 6436

all references to chainsaw man, jujustu kaisen, and attack on titan belongs to the authors only.

Demigods which are offsprings of a god and a human. This particular demigod was the offspring of Grisha and Carla Jeager. Grisha was the god of health and medicine; Asclepius. While Carla was just a ordinary beautiful and strong human who somehow, someway caught the eye of Grisha. They would wed and birth the demigod of war and violence;

Eren Jaeger.

2000 years ago

Carla’s village said his name like a prayer almost everyday at the altar, and it was for sure a prayer. Every since the council of her village had came into contact with him they had gain new and powerful powers, but women of all ages went missing under strange circumstances rumors had started spreading like wildfire, the one rumor that stood out from them all to her was “he would first take their pureness and then devour their souls, as a punishment of falling for temptation.”

Carla’s heart sank, and her anger boiled inside of her now knowing the reason why her mother and dear sisters went missing all those years ago. The endless crying, the endless begging to Gods, now knowing that Grisha Jaeger was her god, he had saved her and her village from living-hell so it only made sense that he take anything and everything that she held dear to he heart. Except for one thing.

You can’t gain anything if you don’t lose anything, right?

Carla dashes out of her old home, nothing but pure hatred, rage, flowing through her veins.

It was a windy, rainy night but that didn’t stop her. She used her “Infinity” to shield her body and view from the falling rain. She keeps running until she finds herself in the main street of the village, she see a moving figure above a lifeless corpse feasting on it’s arm, their face entirely covered in stained blood, from freshly feasting on a arm the once stained blood covered with fresh dripping blood, dripping on the person’s abdomen.

Carla’s grip on her katana tightens.

“GRISHA.” Carla says her breathing becoming labored from all the pent of emotions.

The figure stops and takes off their coat revealing a toned body, paired with sliver rings, accompanied with army boots.

Grisha smirks at Carla. “Well hello Carla I’m so sorry you had to find me like this feasting upon these mortals but I can’t help it, a god has to eat too right?”

“You bastard, how dare you show up to this village, make everyone trust you, and then go behind their backs like this.”

“Oh? You care about these pathetic mortals all of sudden? Don’t you remember what you did? When you finally decided not to give a shit, and finally gave into your bloodlust.”

Your grip on your katana tightens “Don’t try to spin this around on me, what happened to helping, treating everyone, protecting everyone.”

“PROTECTING EREN?!?”

“What happened to him, huh? What happened to us?”

Grisha starts laughing.

“Eren will end up just like us, but he would be better than me, he would not fall in love with a pathetic mortal. Carla don’t you realize I used you, just for the sake of continuing my bloodline, so the Jaeger family can continue on without me.”

Ignoring the hateful words that came out of Grisha’s mouth. Carla unhooks her katana’s from the case, without having to look up she notices energy started to from from the dead corpses' Grisha had feasted upon.

No.

10?

No.

15.

Alright.

Carla starts to sprint towards the corpses slicing open the first 5.

I can’t spend too much energy on these corpses' I need to save it for Grisha.

In the distance she see’s a chain wrapped around a pole.

I could insert some of my energy into the chain, and then somehow make the rest of the corpses come into contact with it, then automatically killing them all.

But there’s a car in front of the pole.

No problem.

Carla starts to run faster, and then pushes her body up in the air, gracefully lacing her hand with the chain.

Just a little energy.

Exerting a small amount of energy with the chain Carla swings the chain in the direction of all the corpses, killing them all.

“GIRSHA” She says running and grabbing her katana and covering it with the chain. She was focused, determined to strike down her husband. She jumps on the roofs of multiple houses.

She knows he’s out of luck by sensing his cursed energy weakening by the minute.

She looks at her surroundings she sees nothing out of the ordinary. So she pulls out a seal, folds in it half, then takes the fold and positions it at the end of her blade slicing it in half, and then positioning it once more so it could stay in place.

And she aims at Grisha.

“Sealing Technique-.”

And then she hears it.

Crying.

A baby.

A baby crying.

She looks around frantically, and then she spots the baby in the middle of the road.

“EREN!”

She jumps off the roof of the house she had once been running on. She instantly lands near Eren’s side dropping her weapon. She swoops down and collects Eren in her arms she starts to rock him with a simile on her face. She looks around her and see’s Grisha grabbing at the Earth she knows she doesn’t have much time left with her son, but she makes it count.

“Eren listen to me and listen to me well. In another 2000 years I will be reincarnated so just wait for me okay? Whoever I reincarnate into please be kind and be loving, don’t let your father’s energy and powers manipulate you into something that you aren’t. Be true and stay true to who you are. I wished I had more time with you as mother and son, but it’s just the way it is loving certain people, loving your father to be specific but I wouldn’t have it any other I love him & you so much. Goodbye Eren.”

And with that Carla feels something sharp go into her back and somehow she gently places you down onto the grass. She falls onto her back, looking upward to meet her husbands lusted filled eyes.

Somehow Carla managed to do the unthinkable.

“Eren will overcome the curse of the Jaeger family, and he will seal your presence away for good I promise you Grisha but first let’s rest for another 2000 years until we meet again.”

Grisha doesn’t say anything.

Carla makes a gesture with her hands and Grisha feels a gust of a wind and looks over and see’s a katana with a sealing heading straight towards his head.

Grisha feels blood trickle down his forehead as he begins to wobble on his feet. He collapses next to Carla who’s takes his hand into his.

Carla and Grisha both looks over at Eren who’s already out of his blanket, already at the of age 7 he walks towards the rising sun and after taking seven steps Eren looks back at his dying parents he points to the sun and says with a smirk on his face “Throughout Heaven and Earth I alone am The Honored One.”

2000 years later

You awake to your mother patting on your shoulder. “Y/n it’s time to get up today is a special day for our village and the people in it.”

“What day is it today Mother?” You ask sleep still heavy on your mind.

“Today is the day where we welcome the person who will save us.”

For some reason your head begins to hurt, but you dismiss the feeling.

“Okay. Let me get dress, and I’ll be out there.”

And with that your mother leaves you by yourself to get dressed. While discarding your sleeping clothes you can’t help but to let your mind wander on the mystery person who would “save” your village.

Now making your way to the altar where everyone is supposed to be at, you see your mother and your best friend so you decide to stand by them, and welcome the stranger. While talking to your friend about the mysterious savior you feel a sense of deja vu washes over you. But before you can say anything a group of people begin to come into your line of sight.

They’re all walking in front of the person of the hour. But your eyes ignore them and they swiftly land on the boy who’s hair is swept back into a manbun, a single ring adorning his thumb. The group of people finally make it to where you and all the other citizens are standing.

The priest says his hello’s, welcome’s, and thank you’s for gathering here. And then he finally turns to boy and introduces him as Eren Jaeger; a demigod who has come to aid the village.

Eren eyes dart to the crowd.

Without even doing, saying anything, everyone got on their knees and hands for him, exchanging thank you’s, welcome’s, and how they believed that he was the almighty one and how blessed they are to be graced with his presence.

But you weren’t on your knees thanking him, no you were there standing with a straight face staring at him. Everyone goes quiet at your clear disrespect, you could hear the faint rustling of the grass you were standing on. The deja vu you were feeling earlier became stronger, and you were determined to figure it out why even if it meant dying at the hands of a god.

Eren’s eyes dart to yours causing the wind current to change. The tension between you both began to thicken. And that’s when Eren begins to walk towards you, but you don’t back down, your body doesn’t shake with fear, not one of your thoughts in your mind tell you to run away. No you were unfazed by him.

Eren’s face is now centimeters apart from yours, you both look directly into each other’s eyes, no you both were looking directly into each other’s souls, trying to find something, anything that you both could grab on and never let go. And that’s when you see his hand come into contact with your jaw, his fingers were pretty you thought.

He drags his index finger across your jaw, and then cups your entire face with his hand.

“What’s your name, pet?”

“M’ not your pet, get your hands off me.” You slap his hand away from his face.

The contact between you and Eren went straight to his cock, making his entire body shiver in ecstasy.

Ah. There it is.

“Y/N-” your mother said quickly getting up reaching for your body.

Eren quickly looks to where your mother is “Shut up, and sit down mortal this isn’t your concern.”

Your mother quickly mutters a apology and returns to where she once sat.

That created arousal which began to drip down into your panties.

Eren turns away from you and your mother his eyes now focused on the higher ups “remember our deal.”

“Yes of course.”

And with that the higher ups begin to make their leave but they notice that Eren is not following them.

“Sir is something wrong?”

Eren ignores them and begins to walk back towards you, this time he grabs your neck roughly, and slams you into the grass, and presses his half-hardened cock against your lower thigh.

“I asked you a question, and I expect you to answer it yeah?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n what? Use your words pet.”

“Y/n L/n”

And with that he lets you go and retreats with the other higher ups with a smirk on his face.

But he stops again and turns back to you.

He turns to the other people who are still on their knees, and the higher ups.

“Leave us.” he says and everyone is dismissed, now leaving you and him.

Eren sits down on the grass next you.

“I thought it was common courtesy when a human of low standards like yourself interacts with a high being like myself they’re supposed to kiss me, as a token of their gratitude.”

“And who said I’m grateful to you? All I did was give you my name. And speaking of names you never told me yours.”

“My name? No one has ever been interested in my name, just my title.”

“Title?”

Eren smiles “Each God has it’s own title which everyone refers them to, my birth name is unimportant to the world.”

The sun is beginning to set, and you both fall into a comfortable silence. You gain the courage to break it.

“What if it’s important to me?”

“Oh? We’ve only knew each other for a whole hour and you already asking for my name.” Eren says getting up from sitting on the grass.

“Yeah so?”

That’s when Eren bends over and and his lips are close to the shell of your ear, “You’re going to have to work, beg, show me that you’re worthy of knowing my name and title, and maybe who knows maybe I’ll give you so much more, I genuinely find you intriguing” Eren said licking and gently biting the shell of your ear.

“So do I” you said your core throbbing with anticipation. “I’m glad, well I’ll see you around pet.” And with that Eren disappears leaving you with a ache between your legs, and so many unanswered questions.

After catching your breath, you began to make your way home realizing that so much time had passed during your conversation with Eren. While making it closer to your home you mind begins to wander about the many things Eren had said. The feeling of remembering him, but from where exactly all clouded your mind, and the ache he left in between your legs.

You finally arrive at your front door, inhaling a deep breath and exhaling. You open your door to find a empty house, and a note on the dining room table. You walk over to pluck it from the table reading;

Out to get something for dinner! - Mom

Weird. You thought to yourself. Mother always used to preach about being in the house at an appropriate and decent time. You dismiss the thought, turning over the note to see if there was anything else written on it.

The second your skin comes in contact with the note, a surge of electricity shoots through your body going straight to your core. it made you collapse slightly to the floor, making you rut against it causing tiny moans to spill out from your virgin mouth. Your mind instantly shoots back to your interaction with Eren, his words causing more moans to fall out

You dig your hands into your thighs, ceasing, the moans coming from you. But the throbbing in your legs doesn’t cease no they intensify. During this moment and time, nothing else mattered except Eren.

You began to stand up and make your way towards your bedroom. Not after 5 minutes, you find yourself inside your room. You close the door and quickly place yourself in your bed, you prop your legs up and slightly spread your legs so you could have access to your cunt.

But this is as far as you can go, begin a virgin you weren’t sure what to do. all you ever did was dry hump your pillow and sheets when Mother wasn’t looking or wasn’t near.

So you pondered about the best way to successfully chase and fully experience your release. You finally decide to start teasing yourself at the hem of your panties.

You pause. Deciding to give yourself a moment to rest.

You finally pull down your panties and spread your legs even wider to access even more of your cunt.

You finally enter a finger into your cunt; the new intrusion hurts a bit but the pain quickly transforms into pleasure, overcome by the new found pleasure you quickly thrust your single finger in out of your swollen cunt.

But you suddenly stop. Eren’s words about working for something you want comes rushing back to you. You decide to slow down to relax your breathing.

You close your eyes for what seems about entirety until you open them. Titling your head from the ceiling you see Eren sitting on a chair in front of you with his head in the palm of his ring, adorned hand

“My my, what do we have here?” Eren says in a teasing tone.

“I-” You say with your finger still knuckles deep in your cunt.

“Shush pet, it’s fine. Don’t be ashamed you look so beautiful like that.” Eren says getting up from his chair as he begins to take off his shirt.

Your mind begins to wander, in thought about how good Eren looks right now before you. shirt thrown to the floor, a chest sculpted by God. your eyes quickly shift to his cock which is painfully strained against his pants; his hair pulled back into a manbun but it soon begins to unravel. Eren fully discards the hair tie, his brown locks falling to his shoulders.”

Before you know it, Eren is now straddling you. he grabs your hand, swiftly taking your single finger out of your cunt and bringing it to his mouth, licking your finger clean.

Virgin.

Eren’s lust filled eyes dart to your glassy ones. He can feel your trembles beneath him.

Poor baby.

“Pet, what are you so afraid of? I’m not gonna hurt you.” Eren leans down to you biting your earlobe and whispers; “Not unless you want me to of course.”

You begin to panic. “No, no of course not. I’ve just never done this before.” Eren smirks, giving you a peck on the forehead before scooting off the bed to drop down and come face to face with your throbbing cunt.

The sight of your needy little virgin hole waiting to be filled goes straight to Eren’s cock.

Eren quickly runs his index finger across your folds, gathering your juices. A guttural moan escapes your mouth causing you to shove your face into the pillows, hiding from embarrassment. Eren reaches his hand over your body. he cups your face, guiding it to look at him.

But before you start, what and who are you?” You ask with pure curiosity lacing your voice. Eren spreads your legs and traces your outer thighs with his pointer finger, smirking to himself.

And at that moment, Eren plunges three of his fingers into your cunt. You release a pornographic like moan.

“I’m whatever you want me to be.”

And at that moment, Eren plunges three of his fingers into your cunt. You release a pornographic like moan.

Naughty girl.

Eren stops momentarily letting you adjust to his size. And after a few seconds he begins to speed up.

“W-what do you mean whatever I want you to be?” You say whimpers catching into your throat.

Eren’s voice was shrouded with lust and darkness.

“That means I can be Your Friend.”

Eren’s body begins to shift to different parts of the room with each word.

“A Lover.”

“A God.”

“The Devil himself.”

“Eren.”

“A son.”

“A Demigod.”

“A human.”

Every word seems to draw you closer to your release.

“Eren I’m-”

“I know pet, cum for me.”

“I’m- cumming!!!”

“Yes, yes just like that pet you got this.” Eren coos into your ear.

And on cue you cum around Eren’s fingers.

What’s happening?

Why does everything feel so good?

Where am I?

So many questions. But the only thing you could think and care about was how good it finally feels to be corrupted. To finally be conquered by the mysterious boy you feel so connected to for some odd reason.

And suddenly, you’re brought back to reality by the sounds of slurping. You prop yourself up from the bed to see Eren licking his fingers clean from what it seems to be as your juices.

“That was a pretty intense orgasm pet, didn’t know you were a squirter.”

“I didn’t know that either, glad we know now huh?”

“We? So you’re saying there’s a next time?”

“There’s always a next time.”

Eren’s shit-eating grin forms on his face, he gets up and pushes you down onto the bed.

Both of you were panting like bitches in heat. it sure was turning you both on again. But Eren doesn’t do anything. no, he does the opposite. he leans close to your ear and whispers;

“That’s my girl.”

“What-?”

Before you can say anything else, Eren snaps his fingers and disappears. But then the room transports you elsewhere.

You’re blinded by a light which takes you a moment to readjust to the lightning. after a few seconds, you open your eyes and awake in a sandy area. The grainy but soft sand slides across your bare body. And for some reason, your hand comes up to your hair; its long and shoulder length. Then you look up to see trails of light in the sky resembling an aurora.

“Hello?! is anyone here?!” You question, trying to get up from the sand but you can’t move. You begin to panic, heartbeat accelerating. “Hello?!! Someone help me! I can’t move, I’m stuck here!!”

“Hello, is anyone here?” You say trying to get up from the sand but you can’t move.

You begin to panic, your heartbeat begins to accelerate. “Hello?!! Someone help me I can’t move I’m stuck here!!”

You see a figure in the distance.

Its a girl holding a pail. She has blonde hair thats reaches to her shoulder with a headband accompanying it. though her emotions and face looks unreadable.

“HELLO CAN YOU HELP ME PLEASE I DONT KNOW HOW I GOT HERE OR WHY BUT PLEASE HELP ME!!”

The girl crouches down next to you and begins molding your body with the sand.

“Thank you so much. I can’t move, the sand is burying my body.”

But she doesn’t responds. You’re confused. why isn’t she saying or doing anything to help you get out of here?

As you begin to lose yourself in thought, you catch a glimpse of a few more figures. but as they come closer, you realize that there are more people in the crowd.

Hundreds?

Thousands?

Millions?

As they get more and more closer to you, you see they’re all walking in a single file line, each of them chained up by their necks and hands.

You look back to the girl to see if her expression changed even a bit.

Nothing.

She doesn’t even look their way, her eyes paying attention to you and the sand in her hands only.

The people circle around you and the girl, but one of them stands in front of you; their leader. Your eyes dart to the person before you.

“Who are you? What is this place?”

“My name is Carla Jaeger. I’m the past Control Devil, and you’re in the Paths.”

“Paths? Control Devil?”

“Yes, the Paths are where the pervious and most recent Control Devils come to meet but time is irrelevant and conflicting here. The Control Devil is the embodiment of control and order.”

Carla raises her hand out and snaps them, transporting you and everyone to where all the trails converge into one. There, you notice a big glowing-like tree.

“This is the Coordinate. this where all and every human beings come to cross.”

The girl finally stops molding the sand and stands back up with her pail and leaves.

Suddenly, the sand on your body feels lighter so you proceed to get up.

Your appearance has changed. Your hair has become longer and reaches down to your shoulders; the clothes you were once wearing has changed to a white shirt with dark pants and black boots.

As soon you as you rise from the sand, all the previous Control Devil holder’s quickly got down on their hands and knees.

You ignore their presence and you make your way towards Carla.

“I need answers.”

“About?”

“Everything. What the Control Devil is, it’s abilities. and why I am here?”

Carla sighs, her body tenses. “If I do, your life will be forever changed.”

You stand in front of the glowing tree admiring it.

“My life changed when Eren Jaeger appeared in it.”

“How did you? I didn’t say-” Carla says while approaching you. But then she quickly decides against it, sitting down on the sand instead.

“It’s funny how much information you can get from someone’s body language.”

“Alright, I’ll tell you then. But first off, you need to learn the Jaeger curse and why your here.”

“Go on.”

Jaeger curse? You thought.

“You’re a reincarnation of me. Of the Control Devil specifically. When devils die, they’re automatically reincarnated in the Paths.”

“So that’s why I’m here.” Your voice laced with a tone of sadness.

“Yes.”

“And the Jaeger curse?”

“The Jaeger curse is a curse within my family. Or the family I married into to be specific. The curse is tempting someone to willingly give something away to gain something else. 2000 years ago, my husband Grisha fell to the curse. we fought, we both died. and Eren-”

“What happened to Eren?”

“Grisha implanted some of his memories into him. And when you awaken your powers, the memories of Grisha would awaken.” For some reason your blood began to boil and your fists began to ball. You walked to Carla, grabbing her by her chain, forcing her to look directly at you.

“If your implying that my only purpose on this Earth was to kill your only son, then go to hell! What’s the purpose of this reincarnation if all we’re going to do is kill our own flesh and blood?”

“You can’t gain anything in this world without sacrificing something. That’s just how the world is, it’s how that village is.”

“What do you mean that’s how the village is?”

“They’re plotting to kill you both during the Rumbling.”

The Rumbling was a festival where the village would gather together and watch the moon crumble to the sea. it would once again purify the sins of the Earth.

“I’m not letting that happen, not a snowballs chance in hell. How do we break the curse and stop the Rumbling?”

“That’s up to you and Eren I’m afraid.”

Carla’s will over her own body was fading, slowly dissipating. you ran up to her body, grabbing her chain once again, and you closed the distance between you both.

“MY NAME IS Y/N L/N, THE NEXT HOLDER OF THE CONTROL DEVIL! CARLA JAEGER, AND THE PREVIOUS HOLDERS OF THE CONTROL DEVIL, WITH MY ALL AND EVERY SINGLE OUNCE OF MY POWER, I WILL PUT A END TO THIS CURSE AND TO THIS WORLD!”

And with that, every single detail of the Control Devil appeared. All 13 previous holders point their finger at you as their memories come rushing to you simultaneously.

Control Devil Abilities:

Other names; Y/n L/n

Divergence: Crush anyone with an invisible force

Convergence: Can kill anyone if they look, or point at the target

Enhanced smell

Can absorb the life spans of humans through physical contact

Can bestow contracts upon humans

Restores its health by consuming blood

Should revive in Hell after being killed effectively making it an immortal

Hades Abilities:

Other names; Eren Jaeger

Inhuman Speed: Can travel and attack at high speeds.

Can sever the arms of several humans.

Death Stare: If staring directly at another being, they will begin to hemorrhage immense amounts of blood until death.

Like the Control Devil Hades can bestow contracts upon humans

Enhanced smell

Unlike the Control Devil Hades will not be reincarnated if the Jaeger curse is broken

Has the power to call on the Founder

You awake, you’re still in your bed. you look down to see your hand out of your folds with cum oozing out of you.

Oh, so that’s what he did. Smart.

You rise from your bed. The Control Devil’s powers, the markings, and the memories; they’re all freshly settling in your brain.

You make your way towards your bedroom mirror taking in your new appearance.

You smile to yourself tracing your hand on the mirror.

2000 years.

I’m going to kill them all.

I’m going kill them all and I won’t care.

Why?

Because I can and I will.

Starting with that fucking woman.

You put on your shoes, you make your way downstairs noticing that your Mother still wasn’t home but that was alright you thought to yourself knowing you had enough time to carry out your plan.

You enter the kitchen to find the listed items; vinegar, acid, a hammer, and nails.

And you head to the living room to find a stack of playing cards.

You knew that Mother loved white wine, and card games it was her favorites. She talked to fucking much and it’s now going be the reason she dies tonight.

Ironic.

You get two wine cups from the cupboard first filling the cup with actually white wine, secondly adding vinegar, thirdly adding two large doses of acid. And then setting the cards in the middle of the table.

You sit in one of the chairs while propping one of your legs over the other. You decide to drift off to sleep until your Mother arrives home.

You awake from sleep to the sound of a door opening and then quickly closing.

“Ah Y/n sweetie did I wake you?”

“No you didn’t Mother I was actually waiting for you.”

“Oh? What’s the matter?”

“I planned a game for us since we never hangout like Mother and Daughters are supposed to.”

“Oh Y/n you didn’t have to, plus it’s late we should be sleep by now.”

“Oh but I wanted to Mother, and sleep can wait.”

“If you insist then. What’s the game?”

“Drinking and Gambling.”

“What are we gambling?”

Your pathetic life.

“You’ll see.”

“What are the rules?”

“There are no rules we just drink, and talk about our day.”

“Do you want to go first Mother?”

“Sure why not.”

You lean back into your chair patiently waiting for her take a sip of her wine which would cause her to unravel soon, then the real game would begin.

“Nothing really happened today I just worked, helped children and elders at the community center. I met the “Savior” there he told me how good of a person you were. He finds you intriguing. I also meet some of the higher ups who are there to protect Eren their names are Floch, and Armin. He also hangs around a girl named Mikasa.”

“Oh that’s interesting to know thank you so much for sharing.”

“No problem darling, I also went to get food for dinner but it’s cold now so sorry about that.” She starts to giggle a red flush decorating her face showing that the wine is getting to her.

It’s time.

“Let’s play another game shall we? This is going to be the gambling part.” You said taking the cards from the middle of the table, and then opening the box depositing them all on the table in front of you.

“Oooooo cards!!!”

You quietly mutter under your breath; “Contract bestowing.”

“Mother before the game starts I’m going to need you to repeat a few words after me.”

“Mmm sure honey!!!”

Bingo.

“Y/n is going to reveal everything about herself and in exchange if I lie I will die.”

You set the hammer and nails down on the table.

“Uh oh honey what’s with the hammer??”

“Oh nothing it’s just for if you decide to step out of line.”

Your mother’s façade changes within seconds and the real person shows.

“Well well, it seems that my daughter is no longer the girl I thought she used to be.”

“Ah there we are! I wasn’t sure if I would need the extra add-ons.” You said pointing to the nails and then throwing them across the room.

“All I need is the hammer and we’re good to go. So mother, do you notice anything different at all? Have any questions or answers for me?”

“You’re not a virgin anymore.”

“Hehe no I am not, your almighty savior took it for me, which I gladly obliged.”

“You’re a slut.” Your mother said her knuckles turning white from how tightly she held the glass.

“No no I’m not a slut mother I’m the Control Devil, and that “Savior” you were talking about isn't a savior at all, he’s Hades or the god of War and Violence.”

“You’re wrong.” Your mother said tears flowing down her face.

“Am I though? All they want in the end is me and Eren’s head on a stake, and our powers for themselves, they don't care who they hurt unless we’re both 6ft under.”

You get up from your seat making your way towards your mother you crouch down to her ear “In other words, your mere existence means nothing to me and to them, you’re a slave; nothing more than cattle.”

Out of the corner of your eye you see your mother holding a knife in her hand and before you know it she swiftly shoves you with your shoulder causing you to fall down on the floor.

“I’m going to make sure that you die here tonight daughter.”

She stabs you in the stomach multiple times, the squelching of the knife going in and out of your torso almost unbearable for her to hear but at the same time she feels no remorse.

After about 10 minutes of her stabbing you endlessly just to make sure you were completely dead. She drops the knife on blood-covered floor near your body.

She takes in the scene of the bloody living room, the bookshelf she slammed you into disheveled, the wine glass she was drinking out of on the floor, the hammer you had in your hand flew across the living room and it was a few centimeters away from your body.

“Stupid girl.” She sighed turning around but she suddenly stops in her tracks.

“sTUpiD gIRL¿“ You say rising from the blood covered floor.

“How are you-”

“I made sure you were-”

“dEAD¿ aLiVE?”

You begin to laugh hysterically.

“Your supposed to be dead, I stabbed you over at least 100 times.” Her blood running cold at the mere thought.

You begin to walk to your mother with your organs hanging out your stomach, you place your hand into your stomach ripping out one of your large intestine.

By eating one of intestine you instantly get all of your powers, the stab wounds in your stomach heals and disappears.

“tHATS cORRECT yoU dID sTab mE oVer 100 tIMES, bUT yOU fAil tO rEaliSE...”

“What are you?” She said in a hushed tone cutting you off.

The Honored One.

“Divergence.” You said raising your hands snapping them with a sinister simile plastered on your face.

Instantly your mother’s limbs, organs, flesh, blood covers everything in the house, painting your face with a dark crimson red flesh mixed in with it. You turn your head darting to the beating heart in the middle of room picking it up you crush her heart.

“...only my displeasure and pleasure exist. No matter how many times you think you’ve stabbed me, no matter how much you want me dead, only my feelings thoughts, and actions exist.”

The Control Devil has awaken!

The Control Devil has murdered their whole village in a span of 24 hours!

The Control Devil has murdered 1300 people!

Eren’s POV: 2 hours after The Control Devil Awakening, 5 Hours until the Rumbling.

Ah so it’s finally happening.

2000 years.

Oh how I have yearned to meet you Control Devil.

“Master!” I hear Mikasa voice dragging me out of my thoughts.

“What is it Minnie?”

“You need to stay inside HQ, the Control Devil has awakened!” Mikasa says panic lacing her voice but cracks with nervousness.

“Yes I know Minnie. I’m glad you’re here with me.” I say but the eagerness to meet the Control Devil is getting the better of me.

Mikasa face starts to dust with red pure innocence laced with it. But the throbbing in her panties is covered in pure lust.

Ah. There it is.

“Minnie why don’t we dance to your favorite song?”

Mikasa’s face brightens up “Stay with Me by Miki please!”

“Of course” I say getting up to the phonograph.

Stay with Me by Miki Mastubara is now playing.

I cry at your door midnight, but you never came back.

“Master?”

“Yes Minnie?”

“Where were you that night you arrived in the village?” Mikasa said voice laced with pure sadness.

“I met someone new.”

“O-oh”

I reach to cup Mikasa’s cheek.

She hugs me.

“But don’t worry Minnie you’re the only one I have eyes for.”

You always say the same, but I embrace these moments.

“Master I enjoy our time together no matter how short they are.”

“As so do I.”

“But I have a idea.”

“Oh?”

“I want you deflower me. No no I want us to deflower each other, us both being virgins and you saying you only have eyes for me so I think, no I know that I want us to do this as promise to each other. That we would be committed to each other for all of eternity.”

The phonograph comes to a screeching stop.

“Minnie I don’t think you know what you’re asking for.”

Mikasa suddenly drops to her knees and begins to cry.

“Master please! We’ve know each other since childhood, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! THERE IS NO ONE ELSE FOR ME ITS YOU IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I COULD DIE.”

Eren crouches down to Mikasa and picks up her gently forcing her to look at him.

“Then die.” Eren looks into Mikasa eyes and her head begins to severely ache.

She beings to scream, her eyes starts to pour out blood, her mouth begins to cough out blood, her ears begin to pool out blood, her nose starts to bleed, but unfortunately for her no one can hear her.

Death Stare.

Her head instantly erupts into nothing but blood and brain matter causing Eren to be covered in blood.

Eren smirks at the mess he’s made.

The phonograph begins to play Stay with Me again.

And those moments are the moments I’ll never forget.

The door opens to you standing there with a delicate simile with blood on your clothes.

Eren sits down in his chair.

“Well well, if it isn’t the Control Devil. Pleasure to meet you.”

To be continued?

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💞 My ultimate Sobbe fic recs 💞

Recently, I have gone through Robbe/Sander tag on ao3 and I decided to compose a list of fics that are absolute gems for me. A few disclaimers first:

✔ I didn’t include works in progress (WIPs), however I did include fics that are only on tumblr

✔ the order of the fics below is random

✔ this is the list of my personal favorites so if your favorite fic is not on the list it doesn’t mean it’s bad or that I consider it bad - we just vibe with different things :)

✔ if there’s a fic on this list that you decided to give a shot and loved it, please remember about leaving a comment under it to let the author know that

✔ I’ve been trying to add the “read more” thingy but it doesn’t show, I’m sorry, I know long posts are annoying af

under 1k

we’re keeping it simple by noobishere | G

Summary: Sander comes over unannounced and attacks Robbe��s very person (a.k.a the one where Sander teases Robbe on Eenvoud)

This is a guaranteed mood lifter. It’s short, sweet, to the point, and oh so funny. The banter. And I’d die to see that in the show.

1k - 5k

Fizzy Colas by Foxsake5 | M

Summary: Let’s say this is a clip (hopefully not as short as the standard 1:40 of this season) with Sander as the main on a ‘bros night out’ 🍻

This author is my queen/king alright? They take a simple idea and turn it into the most lovely/cute/soft story. This fic is exactly that. Sobbe’s chemistry here is out of this world and the banter is to die for.

high for this by flowersmaze (@bowieskam) | G

Summary: In which Sander remains a Flirt™ and in love with Robbe even when he can’t feel his face after a medical procedure

The summary says it all. Loopy Sander is the cutest and funniest thing.

Pull Me from the Dark by TheOceanIsMyInkwell (@theoceanismyinkwell) | T

Summary: Sander discovers that Robbe has recently been prescribed antidepressants, and Robbe opens up to him about the night he almost stepped off the bridge. Only love will show how much they’ve grown and pull them through.

This time, the boys talk about Robbe’s mental state which is unusual in fics. This oneshot is communication 101. And this line is just 👌🏻 “But after the dust of their first kiss and their first vows of commitment settled around them, Robbe took a look at the space in which he floated and realized, somewhere along the line, that finding the love of your life doesn’t fix you.”

diminuendo by noobishere

Summary: Waking up feels like an ordeal. His eyes are heavy, arms a dead weight, he isn’t sure if his limbs are even in the right places, but eventually, Sander comes to. (a.k.a a take on how Sander fairs after Robbe left for school.)

Sander’s POV after Dinsdag 7:27. It’s a great insight into his headspace during that time. This could be a scene in the show because it fits so well.

you’re wonder under summer sky by nothingbutniall | M

Summary: Two city boys go camping. What could go wrong? (Everything, apparently.)

Those boys are a chaotic mess okay? They’re such dorks. This fic has the best kind of grumpiness there is and sobbe is written so in character here.

if we can make it through december (maybe we’ll make it through forever) by nothingbutniall | G

Summary: Robbe and Sander at the Christmas market.

Can you imagine those two dorks at the Christmas market? Well you don’t have to anymore because this fic is everything you need and more. And this line “Couldn’t,” Sander sulks. “You can’t hold hands properly with mittens on.” makes me go all gooey inside every.single.time 😍

A New Sunday Feeling by Foxsake5 | M

Summary: Sander before Robbe: Ugh, Sundays 😒 Sander after Robbe: 😏🥺🥰

The way this author writes sobbe’s intimate moments is just pure talent. They have such way with words.

memories painted with much brighter ink by nothingbutniall | G

Summary: Saint Nicholas is the perfect excuse for an evening of gifts and banter with the flatshare. (Basically all five of them being cute together, and then Robbe and Sander being cute with just the two of them.)

This is the perfect fic for an October evening, when Christmas is just around the corner and you’ve just made yourself a cup of coffee and want to read some heart-warming well-written christmassy fluff.

5k - 10k

Let’s Dance by msleviss (@sander-driesen) | G

Summary: Robbe and his friends go to a club to check out Amber’s DJ cousin.

THIS PERSON PREDICTED DJ SANDER Y’ALL. And Robbe thirsts over him. And there is an instant connection. And Robbe dances. And it’s so cute.

video phone by tokyometropolis (@luludemauryyy) | E

Summary: AKA OH MY GOD, THEY WERE QUARANTINED…except not together, because life is cruel. Thankfully it’s 2020 and when Robbe has an…er…intense dream about Sander in the middle of the night, all he has to do is press one button and Facetime him about it. Thing is…sometimes FaceTiming isn’t enough.

Look. I get that smut fics are not everyone’s cup of tea. And that’s totally fine. But. If you’re looking for a well-written smut that’s in character and where you can feel the love between the characters, this is it. Hands down. Sorry not sorry 💁🏼‍♀️

10k - 20k

our camp of dreams by robbesanderx (@robbesdriesen) | M

Summary: a summer camp!AU where robbe and sander are both co-counselors

Misunderstandings lead to pining. Teenage angst at its finest. I really like camp stories, it’s my thing.

Falling For You by silver_etoile (@azozzoni) | T

Summary: Robbe only knows one thing about football: that Sander Dreisen is the hottest player on the FC Utrecht team. When Jens drags him to a match, the last thing Robbe expects is to meet someone so perfect, and it’s all he can do not to mess it up, but will he succeed?

Sobbe in a different setting with a bit different dynamic yet still having that special something. It’s a nicely written story of the development of their relationship, first meeting, falling in love, ups and down, all the best things in fics. And Sander as a soccer player is a pretty 🔥 concept (and I think Robbe agrees).

This isn’t our first time around by noobishere | E

Summary: One moment they are in the kitchen of their shared apartment, the next, they’re in this strange but familiar room.(a.k.a the au in which they accidentally go hopping through multiple universes)

The universe takes matters into their own hands and shows those silly boys that they are meant to be. Sign me up for the ride.

Coffee and Croques by peaceoutofthepieces (@peaceoutofthepieces) | G

Summary: Sander works at the on-campus coffee shop with Eliott, and he might just have a crush on the cute boy in the brown coat.

I’m a sucker for coffeshop fics. There is just something so good about them. This one is the coffeshop!AU that sobbe deserves. Oh the pining, and the secretive looks, the silly boys, and a pinch of Elu. Me likey ☕

The finest of the meadow by allforyoumylove | M

Summary: The universe brings two lonely boys together in a flowering meadow. They fall for each other fast and hard among delicate daisies, warm summer breezes, and shooting stars.

This is magical. My comment on the work was “So soft, so beautiful, so THEM, ugh.” and I MEANT that. This is just the right amount of sweetness. This is a must read. I’m not messing around.

two side of the same coin series by MajorAccent (@acespaceacepilot) | E

Summary: the valleys and mountains of sander’s bpd

How the boys handle Sander’s ups and downs. Robbe being the best boyfriend ever. I love how good he is for Sander, being there for him, not treating him like a baby, and not controlling him. How much he tries to make it at least a little bit easier for him. If you don’t want to read explicit stories, at least give the first part a try since it’s not E rated.

Zaterdag 9:58 by Foxsake5 | M

Summary: What happened after the croissants dropped to the floor 🥐🤭💕

I meant it when I said Foxsake5 has great way with words. Every single piece of theirs is just “chef’s kiss”. This fic is a definition of a domestic fic. Oh, and it happened. Totally. It’s my headcanon now.

its an unrequited love by eggsntoast | G

Summary: Sander works part-time at a museum every Sunday. Robbe is a frequent visitor.

A Sander POV fic. I was sold from the beginning. The development of their relationship here is so cute, and they’re being so stupid with their pining instead of just talking to each other and you just want to shake them but at the same time you’re rooting for them so hard. Oh and did I mention pining?

20k+

Jij Verliest series by ravenbrenna09 (@djsander) | M

Summary: For the past three months, Robbe’s life—and what it once was—had been stripped away and rearranged. Now, if anything, his life had become a bit repetitive: homework, stream, ignore Thomas’s Instagram, repeat. But one Friday evening, Robbe meets a hurricane in the form of a platinum-haired tattoo artist who just might show him everything that he’s been missing.

This is a long series okay? But oh so worth it. It’s captivating and you don’t want to stop until you finish. And once you finish you’re sad it’s over even though you’ve just spent 8 fucking hours reading it. It’s amazing. But you probably know that because it’s quite popular (rightfully so). The best thing is that you expect it to go bad halfway through because it’s difficult to keep the quality on the same level in a fic that long. But it doesn’t.

Visitations by lucidpantone (@lucidpantone) | E

Summary: Does Robbe and Sander’s relationship survive into adulthood. This fic takes place in two simultaneously timelines: the past and the present.The present occurs in one entire day. Both timelines are completely out of chronological order. Everything is in clips.You can be dropped in at anytime of the day in any timeline. So clip by clip you will need to piece together what happen to Sander & Robbe and why the present looks the way it does and what happened in the past that got them there.This love story is a journey. So be prepared.In the words of one of our Even’s. It’s a complicated love story between complicated people.

This is not a regular fic. The author put so much thought into it, there are so many gems, so many little things that you have to pay attention to because it.all.matters. And there is not one interpretation. Don’t you just love when a story forces you to think and use your brain? Cause I do. Not gonna lie: this story hurts, and like the author says themselves, it’s a journey. But oh my god get in because it’s amazing. And the ending is just sjsjsjsjsddhdhsdsgdsg 🤯

the night we met by themoongirl (@dearsander) | T

Summary: Robbe Ijzermans has a brain that won’t let him sleep, a chest that feels far too heavy and thoughts that never stop.During his first year of college he meets Sander Driesen. Robbe finds what he never went looking for.

A college AU. This fic is a journey of pain and fluff and humor. It has awesome friendships. And sobbe falling in love. And liminal spaces. I read it a while ago so I don’t remember it as well as the others but you know what? I still remember that it was great and I’m lowkey happy I don’t remember it that well because now I can go and read it again.

The Stars Look Very Different by @peaceoutofthepieces

Summary: Robbe is bored. He’s bored of listening to his friends talking about girls, and his other friends making out, and no one ever doing anything. He’s tired of having to put in all the work, of making his own fun. He’s tired of feeling nothing so he doesn’t have to feel like nothing. His party stunts are pushing the limit, his thrill seeking beginning to worry even his friends, and his carelessness is toeing the line of dangerous.

He’s a little tired of being ‘dangerous’, too.

Sander may or may not have a crush on the older boy with the apparent death wish. He wouldn’t mind a little danger.

Once I started reading this fic, each day I was waiting for an update at the edge of my seat which was a feeling I expected from s4 that did not deliver. TSLVD definitely delivered. My favorite sobbe social media AU

Ziggy Stardust Series by skamsnake (@skamsnake) | M/E

A collection of fics taking place throughout the season. Most of them are E rated so be aware of that but it’s a really cool mixture of fluff and spice *fans myself*

#wtfock #sobbe #robbe x sander #wtfock fanfic #sobbe fanfic #SHOW UP IN THE TAG

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thisisthehardestthing · 4 years ago

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For your 1k follower event -congrats by the way!! Gemini + Kirishima + 7, please!

OKAY LISTEN. I GOT VERY VERY CARRIED AWAY. Who the fuck knew this inspiration would strike me on a TUESDAY at 9:00pm? Not me. Anyway. Thank you for the congratulations, and I hope you enjoy this! It started out innocent, and then just completely derailed into this.

18+, “Is that a tattoo?” x Kirishima Eijirou

word count: 2.2k (what. the. fuck. written in 3 and a half hours) warnings: smut, size kink, public sex, unprotected sex. Thank you for encouraging me, @koiibito and @queensynderella

Kirishima was the hardest guy you knew, even without his quirk activated. The muscles rippled down his back as you stroked deeply, kneading out the knots with strong, practised fingers. You were a private masseuse to the Pro-Heroes, and you were the best. When he booked an appointment, you weren’t shocked, but damn, were you curious.

Your colleagues all talked about the hulk of a man, wondering what he was like, what his skin felt like. Does he get hard all over? You know, down there? They’d whisper to each other, ask you to find out. Like hell, you will. There’s a reason the Pro’s come to you. You’re professional, courteous, confidentia-

Wow, he’s got a nice ass. You can’t help but think while you worked the lower sciatica, taking out the kinks. He groaned, twitching on the bed, the thin, white sheet covering him doing nothing to hide the firm, toned muscle. “Is the pressure okay?”

He grunted, lifted his head a little to flash you a killer smile.

“It’s perfect,” then fell back down, head in the hole, “I’ve actually been having a bit of back pain so this is great.”

“Happy to help,” you replied, cordial and quietly, so as not to take over the ambience music in the room, but rather blend in with it. “Have you been training your legs more?”

“Yeah, can you tell?” there was a tease to his question, but you bit back a retort, not one to instigate. It wasn’t his first one of the session, and it was getting harder to remain placid.

“The main reason for back pain in heroes is the overuse of the glutes and tight hips,” you commented, digging your finger into the very round of his buttock, right where the nerve ending sits. You’d never heard someone so buff make such a whine before, and you shivered in the sadistic delight of hearing it. God, you love your job.

“Shit, that’s sore,” Kirishima curses under his breath, you ignored it, the knot of muscle dissipating and relaxing under your relentless fingers. “Damn, you’ve got a magic touch.”

That’s when you let your facade slip; a giggle escaped your lips.

“Ah! So you’re not a robot!” the red-haired Hero exclaimed, you huffed, walking back to his head. You warmed another pump of oil in your hands, pressed them down to his neck and stroked up into the shave of his undercut.

“Of course not,” you scraped at his scalp, watched goosebumps as they danced along the back of his arms. That’s a surprisingly soft, human, skin reaction, something you could tell your co-workers, and as you pulled the longer hair up, you gasped, “is that a tattoo?”

On the back of Kirishima’s head, covered with thick hair, were two RR’s in his logo. He chuckled, the laugh booming and shaking his body.

“Yeah,” he paused, only slightly. His voice dropped an octave, sending shivers down your spine “it’s not my only one.”

Now, how could you resist that? You couldn’t, that’s why you answered him, matching his drawl with your own.

“Oh? And where are the others?” your heart thumped in your ears, you’d never, ever crossed that line before. But he’s so fit, so charismatic, your mouth responding before your mind caught up.

He was fast, astonishing for how much muscle he had to move, but he pushed himself up, onto his heels, kneeling. His quads stretched, flexed, the four individual muscles formed hills and valleys up his legs. Your eyes trailed up from his knees, slowly, frightened to see too much at once. Then you saw the second tattoo, right next to his--

“Oh my,” you cleared your throat, averted your gaze, well, tried to. You felt your face catch fire, but the stiff cock stood up against the taut muscle of his abs. Everything about him was rock solid.

“Like what you see?” he teased, an overwhelmingly large hand wrapped around the base. You swore he was not this massive laying down on your table a few moments ago. You swallowed, scolded yourself mentally for not looking away, eyes devouring his third leg, and the dragon tattoo next to it. He moved the dick to the left, the skin of his groin pulling flat so the tattoo stands out: black, intricate, dangerous. It stretched across his upper thigh, right below the line of where his hero costume would rest. You opened your mouth to remark, shut it, then opened it again. Fuck.

“It’s, uh, nice,” you complimented, finally ripping your stare from his bare hips and up to his face, “the tattoo, I mean.”

His red eyes glinted mischievously, his grin lopsided, teeth sharp.

“And the cock?”

“Big.” The words flew from your mouth, your hands instantly covered your lips. You could be swallowed by the earth now and have no complaints. “Shit, sorry.”

There it was, that deep, boisterous laughter. It made your core clench, a fresh wave of heat pool between your thighs. You watched as his chest shook, abdominals flexing and cock bounce. He laughed with his entire body. Does he fuck with it too? You took a few deep breaths, steadied your nerves. There was always a first for everything, and Lord knows, you’re not going to let him book another appointment when his hour is up. You glanced at the clock, there’s still some time. Kirishima’s eyes were closed, his mouth open and head back.

“How about I help you take care of it?” you propositioned. It shut him up quick. His jaw snapped shut, body frozen as he peered at your serious expression, your relaxed stance. You had a perfectly manicured hand on the edge of the bed, leaning into it, glistening with massage oil.

“If you think you can handle it,” he smirked.

“Oh, I can handle anything, Red Riot.”

He red eyes flickered, lit by an internal fire. You rounded the bed, trailing your hands on the edge. He moved to seated, legs hanging off the side. With the lightest of touches, your fingers tips ghosted over the thick thigh. They widened, and you slotted yourself between his knees. There was no time to waste; his hands cupped your cheeks, yours pressed onto his knees, and your mouths met in a hungry kiss.

His tasted like spices, sandalwood, warm and inviting. His hands drifted lower, down your neck, to the front of your uniform where he began to undo the aestheticians’ coat buttons with deft fingers. You rubbed circles into the muscles of his quads, feeling them ripple beneath your touch as you stroked up, leaning into the kiss with your entire body. You felt the coat loosen. You took a step back, a whine leaving Kirishima’s mouth desperately. The coat is strewn onto the floor. You grabbed the hem of your simple dress and tug it over your head, standing before him in a matching set of underwear. Thankfully.

“C’mere,” he growled, pulling you close again. His large hands wrapped around your middle, the sheer size of them making you feel petite, dainty, but oh, how you were not. You snaked your arms around his neck, pulled him down for another kiss. He tightened his grip, keeping you flush against his chest and straightening up. You followed, leveraging your weight around his neck, not that you needed to, and straddled his thighs. Fuck, how wide is he?

You moaned, lowly, under your breath, when you felt the hardness of his cock slide between your bodies, bump against your mound, tickle your belly. You were getting hot, sweaty, the oil on his body, your hands, slicking up the skin between the two of you. There was a pounding in your chest, your ears, your cunt, as you grind against him, splayed open around his hips. His thick fingers trailed from your waist down your ass, reaching under and pulling up. They massaged between your folds, feeling how your slick soaks through the thin cotton panties.

“I need to get you ready,” he whispered against your lips, his kisses moving so that they littered your jaw, your neck. Still, you grind down on his hand, the tip barely providing enough relief. You eyed the clock over his shoulder.

“No time, just fuck me.”

He pulled back, remarkably restrained for someone who’s cock was practically ready to burst between your bodies.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Alright then, but don’t scream.” The cocky bastard winked at you, then had the audacity to rip the seam of your underwear, the side falling apart and down. His lips came back to swallow your cries. It was a fucking matching set. He shifted back so that he was more on the table. Your shins pressed into the firm mattress to lift your hips. One of his hands wrapped around the back of your neck, warm and moist and gravitational. It kept you grounded into his kiss, his tongue coaxing yours from it’s resting place to dance together. His other hand trailed up your thighs, dipped between the gap, and rubbed two fingers against your slick slit, opening it up for the tip of his cock to tease your lower lips.

He pressed in, and you severely underestimated the stretch, collapsing onto his shoulder. His trap was between your teeth, muffling your moans. Oh God, fuckfuckfuck, but it’s delicious. You breathed through your nose, relaxed into that weighted palm, leaving the smallest of pecks where you almost broke the skin in your bite. Almost.

“You’re doing good, baby,” Kirishima whispered into your ear, dropping you lower. Your thighs quivered from being spread so thinly around his waist. But his praise spurred you on.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well, we’re halfway now, just relax.”

Hold up.

You pulled back from his shoulder and looked down. Bitch, he’s not going to fit. He must’ve seen the expression of horror on your face, because he smiled, lips smug, eyes like an inferno as he chided you.

“I thought you said you can handle anything.”

You can. So, you ground yourself a little further down, feeling how his silken cock filled your so completely.

“That’s it, keep going beautiful.”

The tip of his cock tapped your cervix, and your eyes almost rolled into another dimension. You stayed like that for a minute, then two. Kirishima felt how your walls clenched around him, wanting to swallow all of him, more than you physically could. Your forehead rested against his shoulder, his arms around your waist, and he just couldn’t take it anymore.

He began to bounce you. The pressure in your womb climbed up, coming out in short ragged breaths against his chest. You were like his little plaything, controlled by his hands alone. You whimpered, feeling fire and ice pour into you from his palms and his cock; opposite ends of a spectrum meeting in the middle to explode sinfully in your body. Your fingers clawed at his body, massaging his back, his waist, before it found that gap between your bodies and pressed against your clit.

You’ve been so good at hiding your moans. Until now. The whimpers left your throat desperately. You clenched around him, pulled him in deeper, tighter, and he spiralled into you --no, he twisted you. He’d found his footing on the floor, and spun you both around so that your back pressed into the table and he could now fuck you with more power, more leverage, with his entire body. Fingers clamped around your jaw, two pushed inside to shut you up, the other massaged a breast, your nipples, tugging and pulling until you were biting those sinful fingers.

He thrusted into you, hips snapping, breaking your inner walls down so your emotions broke free into the room. It filled with energy so raw, so powerful. You had no idea where your hands were. At some point, they were in your hair, then his forearms, gripping them so fiercely, even he thought he’d snap. Your practised fingers could leave bruises on most men. But not Kirishima. His cock hit that perfect spot inside you each and every fucking time. You sucked down his digits, somehow you were not done being filled, but you were close, so so close.

“Red Riot,” you mumbled around his fingers, all thoughts had already cleared out of your head, but he seemed to understand. The hand that massaged your breast flicked tight, quick circles against your throbbing clit. His pounding was getting sloppy, mistimed, and you broke down in pieces. A part of your soul escaped, latched onto his as you both died a small death. Yours unseen, black and ascending to the heavens, while his left warm, wet traces across your stomach.

His fat cock throbbed as it rested against your mound, spent, once more soft. His fingers slipped from your slack jaw, his head bowed forward as both your chests heaved from the exertion.

“Wow,” you managed to say after several seconds, your high subsiding into a gentle hum. Then, what you just did hit you like a train, your torso shooting up, cum dribbling down onto the table and between your legs. You fucked a Pro-Hero at work. A smile split your face in two.

And honestly? No regrets.

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:| idek what this was lmao. @joyousandverywarlike since you want to be on my permanent tag list and I love you x

#1kevent #kirishima #kirishima x reader #what the fuck #its 1 am #im so tired #kirishima eijirou #mine #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha smut #my writing #claudia seriously needs to check herself #oh well

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zeppelin-and-unicorns · 4 years ago

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Fanfic recommendations part four: Missing scenes/Hidden moments

Stories with missing moments from our favorite couple. They are all canon compliant of sorts.

Bad Ass by AdriDee

How Jackie and Hyde are such badasses...especially when it comes about each other. 2 missing scenes between episodes Trampled Under Foot and You Shook Me also, some missing scenes beforeduringafter episode Christmas from season 6.

Complete.

18k words, 7 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Daydreams: Missing Scenes by Bunny1

Missing scenes from some episodes. They’re all very well-written and in character.

There is a post-season 8 chapter, a fix-it, and it’s real cute.

13k words, 25 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Devil’s in the Details by scorpiosun

A series of missing moments - one for every episode of season 5. Because we deserved to see more of Jackie and Hyde behind the scenes.

This story is a WIP.

22k words, 7 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Also Available on AO3

Dolled Up Zen by Weasley’s Revenge

Summer is hot. That's part of the reason she loves it. And the wicked things he can do to her skin with an ice cube. That's definitely an added bonus.

3k words, 3 chapters.

Rated M. Very M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

It Must Be Love by That-Maria-Girl

What happened after the Valentine’s dance.

4k words, 2 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Summer Lovin’ by scorpiosun

Donna and Kelso run to California, leaving behind 4 of their friends...two of which form a bond no one saw coming. Not even themselves. But that doesn't stop them from making the most of it. The story of how Hyde and Jackie got together over the summer between seasons 4 and 5.

79k words, 13 chapters

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Also Available on AO3

Summer The Price is Right by holograma309

The story we didn't get to see: how Jackie and Hyde began dating that summer everyone was in California. Takes place between seasons 4 and 5. Doesn't ignore their earlier storyline. Just trying to fill in the blanks for my favorite couple.

13k words, 8 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

The Love I Need by myboygeorge

Everyone knows when Jackie and Hyde first hooked up. But when did they become lovers? Set as an extension of Season 5's 'Over the Hills and Far Away'.

3k words, 3 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

The Renewal by yabookreader96

Kelso and Donna are away in California. Eric spends his days sleeping in a stupor of self-loathing and depression. Fez meets a new foe, named Fenton. This leaves Steven Hyde and Jackie Burkhart together all summer in the Forman basement. One of many things Jackie and Hyde fans have never gotten is a story for what led up to that fateful kiss on that seemingly normal day. Well...

This story is complete.

71k words, 18 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

One-shots:

Absolutely Better than Pot by galnkay

Steven Hyde has never been one to use the dreaded 'L' word, but he might have to to win her back. Sleeping with nurses and losing your girl can really bring you to your lowest point.

Angsty, but very well written.

1k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

body language by j. alfred prufrock

Of course, it helped that Hyde didn’t pull his hand away and sort of let it rest there with hers.

Jackie and Hyde in the POV of a random person from school.

999 words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Coming Back Around by EnchantedWorlds

"But right now, Jackie really wanted to tell him. Not, that he ever said it back. Apart from that one time in Donna's bedroom, that Jackie would rather not think about, except to remind herself that Steven did love her." [Jackie, Hyde and words that are exchanged once Fez leaves them alone in the basement in 'Down the Road Apiece.']

1k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Country Music by LucyLenn96

After Hyde's disastrous initial meeting with his biological father, Jackie spends some time trying to cheer him up. In the process, she learns something she never knew about him, and he is reminded of just how deep Jackie's affection for him is.

2k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Fireworks and Shooting Stars by Raven33

Takes place right after “I Can’t Quit You, Baby”. Jackie deals with life being complicated. Fluffy as hell.

2k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Five Scenes from Season Five (and one that’s mine) by TeaTimeAllOverTown

Five moments from Jackie and Hyde's relationship in season 5 that we didn't get to see - and one with a new twist on the season's ending.

I know, not 100% canon compliant but... It’s cute and fluffy and everyone should read this.

10k words.

Rated G.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Four Love Confessions Jackie Never Heard by j. alfred prufrock

Or, four times Steven Hyde almost told Jackie Burkhart that he loved her and the one time he did.

2k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Heal This Hurt by kaitiebee89

A flashback of the night Hyde found out Jackie's mother still wasn't home.

5k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Jekyll and Hyde by Mistiec

The students at Point Place High knew senior year meant changes. They just weren't prepared for how many there actually would be.

6k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Never Gonna be Alone by letmefallasleep

Hyde's thoughts as Jackie lays asleep in his arms after her dad gets arrested, and her mother abandons her. Why does the pygmy sized brunette mean so much to him? Implied past abuse and neglect.

1k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Of Friendship anf Familiarity by zpplnchick

Jackie's hanging out in the basement with the gang and looks around with a sense of contentment. Set shortly after 6x08. Short and fluffy oneshot.

2k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Eric/Donna

Picking Battles by nannygirl

In "The Acid Queen" Kitty advises Jackie about 'picking battles' and both Kitty and Jackie end up sending Red and Hyde out to buy some magazines. When Red and Hyde end up meeting at the drugstore, Red has some of his own relationship advice to pass on to Hyde.

3k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Red/Kitty

Picking Petals by scorpiosun

Set during the course of season 6. After Jackie and Hyde get back together, things go relatively smooth for them. And they're happy - mostly. But Jackie can't stop thinking about whether or not Steven really meant it when he said he loved her. And if he did, will he ever say it again? These glimpses into their relationship show her moments of clarity, doubt, and finally, closure.

5k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Also Available on AO3

Plan G From Point Place by c00kiefic

Jackie has urges… Takes place during “I’m Free”.

6k words.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Seven Scenes from Season Seven by TeaTimeAllOverTown

Seven missing scenes from Season Seven. Part 4 of my missing scenes series.

8k words.

Rated G.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Six Scenes from Season Six by TeaTimeAllOverTown

Six Jackie and Hyde scenes from season 6 - filling in their gaps. Canon compliant. A continuation of my missing scenes series.

6k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Six Scenes from Summer by TeaTimeAllOverTown

A collection of Jackie and Hyde scenes from season 4.5 - the ones we never got to see.

9k words.

Rated G.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Summer Fling by mrs.salvatore39

What happened before 'what really happened'. Set during the summer after Kelso and Donna leave for California. Prior 5x02

4k words.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Surprise by SerenitySparrow

Set during the episode when Jackie bakes Hyde some cookies and tries to cheer him up after they learn about Kelso and Angie.

2k words.

Rated M, very M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

The Speech by yabookreader96

When Jackie's friends all blow off her graduation party, she decides that maybe they're not her real friends after all. So when a week passes with no sign of Jackie, they all begin to wonder if they've lost her for good this time. Can amends be made?

1k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

That Whole Sleeping Over Thing by KendraA

Jackie wasn’t letting Hyde pretend to fall asleep before she snuck over." Post-'The Acid Queen' fluff.

4k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Also Available on AO3

Wish You Were Here by zpplnchick

How Hyde may have found out about Jackie's parents abandoning her, and moments following. Set during Season 5, sometime after 5x16.

4k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Without a Friend by EnchantedWorlds

"It's good. Just because it's Jackie. It wouldn't be good, if it wasn't her. It's so fucking good. So of course, it only stands to reason, that he completely fucking torpedoes it." Jackie makes a habit of visiting Hyde at the hotel, when he's at work. Until she doesn't.

2k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

I believe this is all. Feel free to reply to this post if you think I left out a good story!

I’ll repeat this at the end of every single post (seriously, I literally copy and paste this every single time): Speaking as someone who writes, it would be really cool if you guys decide to leave a review (or a comment, if the story is on AO3) in the stories you read, especially the unfinished ones. It really motivates the authors, and receiving a compliment is always a mood lifter. I’ve seen some authors updating stories after years because of nice reviews, so… yeah, this is just an idea.

The next category is probably one of the biggest ones so far: Alternative Universe (canon divergence). Will post it soon!

#jackie x hyde #jackie and hyde #zenmasters #jackie burkhart #steven hyde #that 70s show #that '70s show #fanfic rec #fanfic #fanfic recommendations

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ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa · 5 years ago

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Footprints in the Sand

Part 6: Conquest

Summary/Author's Note: This...this was a hard one to write. That's probably why it is about 1k words shorter than what I normally like. A lot of internal despair and heartache. this👏 chapter👏 is👏 painful 👏I'm👏 not 👏fucking👏 around.👏 I will fix it I promise. Rest assured, Oberyn gets to speak with Jaime in part 7...

Pairing: Oberyn x Ellaria x Reader Word Count: 2.6k Rating/Warnings: (R/18+) Mentions of: rape, murder, physical/mental abuse, children abuse/murder. Jaime Lannister is a bastard man.

(Parts) (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)

The ride back to the castle was just as awful as you knew it would be. You didn't have to be facing him to feel the arrogant smirk that Jaime wore as the two of you rode back to the red keep. Your humiliation was his joy, your suffering was his job well done. He may have acted upon the orders of Tywin Lannister but he did so with a joyful willingness that fueled his sadistic nature.

He reached up and took your hand as he helped you off of the horse. With shaking fingers, you haphazardly laced your bodice to try and look less disheveled as the two of you walked into the castle side by side.

"Is my Uncle really worried?" You asked, your voice sounding echoed in the stone hallways filled only by the heavy footfalls of the King's guard.

"He's worried because my father tells him to be." Jaime said flatly, his hand balanced on the pommel of his sword.

"So, Oberyn was right," you glanced at him, your mouth set into a hard frown. "This is Tywin's doing. Why does he care?"

Jaime grinned and looked at you. A small amount of surprise filled his soft blue eyes and it made your stomach queasy. "You don't know?"

"Know what?"

Jaime shook his head, letting his long blonde hair move side to side as he chuckled deep within his chest. "Oh, (y/n). You are still very much the ignorant child that I knew on the rock."

You glared at him and his words caused a wave of anger to rise up in your chest. It made you feel braver, more solid, and you held on to it tightly because it was better than the heartache you carried thinking about Oberyn and Ellaria.

"As fun as it is to stand here and be insulted," you gathered your skirts in your hands and met his gaze. "I'll retire to my room. Tell my Uncle I'm safe, just like he wanted."

You started to turn towards the stairs but Jaime reached out and grabbed your upper bicep, stopping you from leaving. He seemed to consider his next words carefully before looking to the guard at each of his sides and nodding them away. They bowed their heads slightly before taking their leave and walking in unison down the hall. Being alone with Jaime Lannister was not something you particularly wanted but you forced the rational side of your brain to take over. It wasn't like he could hurt you in a castle full of people. Was it? There was nothing he would stand to gain from that--and a Lannister rarely did anything if they didn't get something out of it.

"I want to show you something," he said, careful to keep his tone even and his smile pleasant.

"Jaime, I'm tired--"

"Oh, I bet you are."

You fought to keep the disgust out of your tone and failed miserably as you jerked your arm from his grasp. "You're disgusting."

"You can walk with me," he nodded down the hallway towards the throne room. "Or I can drag you." He looked back at you and shrugged under his armor. "The choice is yours but rest assured," he leaned in and lowered his voice with a smirk. "I'm happy either way."

You glared at him and knew out of the two options he would prefer the latter and you had already had your fill of being paraded around this morning. With a deep breath, you squared your shoulders and walked towards the archway that lead into the main hall of the red keep. His eyes lingered on your ass but you didn't give him the satisfaction of knowing that it gave you a chill down your spine.

The red keep was every bit as menacing and dark as its name suggested. The stone was dark, cold, unfeeling, softened only by the large, red banners that hung down from the rafters displaying the Lannister signet. A large stained glass window let in the overcast sunlight about every ten feet on the Eastern wall of the keep. Each window held a large lion in the middle, made of iron, standing up in its hind legs and roaring to the heavens. The Lannister's champion, a fierce, proud predator--a fearless leader. On the other side of the keep the pattern was repeated with a rearing stag, the symbol of Robert Baratheon, the current king of the seven kingdoms. The stag shared the keep with the lion because although he was king, it was no secret that Robert sat on the throne because of the Lannister's. They had given him everything--a wife in the form of Jaime's sister Cersei, an army, a kings guard, and in the end...a crown.

The room was empty and as Jaime shut the doors behind the two of you, the vast echo it created was unnerving.

"What is it you wanted to show me?" You asked, hugging yourself and rubbing your arms. It was freezing and, without your cloak or shawl, goosebumps covered your skin quickly.

"Forgive me, for this morning." Jaime started and the uneasy feeling in your gut started to grow. Jaime Lannister was not known for his willingness to apologize. "I only wish to protect you. Protect our family."

"I didn't need protection," you said bitterly.

"But you did," he said, looking at you with concern that you knew was fake. "You just didn't know it."

"What are you talking about?"

Jaime walked up the steps to the dais that held the iron throne. It was a menacing looking seat, covered in hundreds of swords and steel. Men had died for it, bled for it but Jaime touched it fondly like it was an old friend. "Do you know who sat on the iron throne before Robert?" Jaime asked without pretense and you looked at him skeptically.

"What does that have to do with an--"

"Do you know?" He pressed the question and you decided you would play his insufferable game.

"Aerys Targaryen. Why?"

"He had two sons. The oldest being Rhaegar Targaryen." Jamie said, turning around to you slowly as he continued to lean on the throne.

"Is there a point to this history lesson?" You asked bitterly but he ignored you for a question of his own.

"Do you know who he was married to?" Jaime asked.

"Lyanna Stark," you said flatly. "That's what started this war--."

"Wrong," Jaime shook his head and you looked at him perplexed.

"What?"

"Before Lyanna, who was he married to?"

"I don't know." You pinched the bridge of your nose in frustration. "I don't understand--"

"Elia Martell."

You felt your heart drop down through your rib cage like an iron weight. That couldn't have been right. If it was then surely you would have known, made some kind of connection, or Oberyn would have told you. Wouldn't he?

"What?" You whispered as a grin nearly split Jaime's face in two.

"So, you didn't know." He brushed his hair away from his face and looked at the iron throne. He nodded before continuing his lecture. "Elia Martell. Princess of Dorne and middle child between her two brothers, Prince Doran and," he paused to look at you making sure he didn't miss your reaction. "Prince Oberyn."

He walked back down the few steps and across the hall to stand close to you again. The smugness radiating off of him was suffocating. You tried to focus on breathing, collecting even amounts of air and not allowing your thoughts to run away from you. That's what he wanted. You kept your tone even and leveled your gaze with his.

"What does it matter?" You asked.

"It matters a great deal actually," Jaime chuckled. "She was next in line to be queen. She had two children, a boy and a girl."

"Why are you telling me this--"

"Silence." Jaime warned, putting his face right next to yours and grit his teeth. "When the fool Robert stormed King's Landing, my father's men took the castle. And do you want to know what they did to Elia and her children?"

You didn't. You didn't want to know but you couldn't pull yourself away. The intensity of his eyes told you he wouldn't let you leave until he was finished with you. Your stomach turned and you felt like you were going to be sick. Jaime grabbed you by the arms and started to walk you backwards.

"Knight Captain Amory Lorch found the little princess hiding under the bed. He dragged her out by her hair as she screamed for her mother and he stabbed her over fifty times."

You put your hands on his arms trying to push him away from you but he was so much stronger. You closed your eyes and shook your head. "Don't--"

"Ser Gregor Clegane found the young prince trying to protect his precious mother and the Mountain smashed his skull against the wall of this very room right in front of her eyes." He shoved you back against the stone wall and leaned in close to whisper in your ear. "Perhaps against these very stones."

"Stop!" You shoved him away from you and tried to run passed him but he was too fast. He grabbed you by the wrist and slammed you back against the wall. The action knocked the air from your lungs and caused you to gasp.

"Oh, but you haven't heard the best part!" He said with an excited lit to his voice that made you want to vomit. He laughed and it sent a chill through your gut as he reached up and grabbed you by the hair and started marching you back to the middle of the room. "Clegane took Elia Martell into this room." He tightened his fingers as you thrashed against him and whimpered as his grip on your hair became too much. "He tore off her clothes and he pinned her down and he raped her again, and again--"

"Jaime!" You yelled at him and kicked him in the shin, causing him to release his grip abruptly. You fell to the floor of the keep on your hands and knees with a grunt and he dropped to his knees to grip your upper arms. You fought him tooth and nail and he growled before giving in to his frustrations and slapping you hard across the face with the back of his hand.

You fell flat on the stone floor, your curls falling over your face as flashes of black filled your vision and pain blossomed on your cheekbone. You coughed quietly and curled up on your side, bringing a hand to your face and trying to wrap your mind around the fact that Jaime had just struck you. You knew he was angry at being sent to find you. You knew he was vile and full of himself and had a temper. But never in your life had someone hit you like he did now and the disbelief briefly held the pain at bay--but you knew it was waiting.

"Shh, Shh, come here," Jaime cooed and you felt terrified of him as he pulled you back into a sitting position and pushed your hair back from your face. You wanted to push him away, but you didn't want to risk more of his wrath.

"P-please, stop," you managed to whisper and he gripped the back of your neck, making you look at the patterned stone below.

"Elia Martell was murdered in this exact spot, (y/n). Clegane bashed her skull against these bricks once he had used up her body and he laughed as he did it." He whispered against your hair. "I should know, I was there. It took days to get her blood off of these stones."

He looked at you in a way that made you want to cover yourself with your own arms. Against your better judgement, you looked into his face and he grinned in response.

"Why do you think Oberyn didn't tell you?"

"I don't know," you tried but he wasn't having it.

"Don't be coy. The Lannisters are the reason his sister is in the ground. His niece and nephew died on the word of my father--your family. Our family did his a great injustice."

"He doesn't blame me--"

"Perhaps not. But I must hand it to him--what a slight to Tywin to fuck his niece in a whore house--"

You tried to push out of Jaime's grasp. He didn't know anything about what had happened between you and Oberyn in the last few days. How dare he try and taint what the three of you had had. Despite whatever happened in the coming days, they had been kind to you, they had opened their world to you--the thought alone caused tears to burn behind your eyes and Jaime saw it.

"Did you think he cared about you?" He asked with an open mouth smile. "Oh, dear cousin. You were nothing more than a conquest. A trophy for Oberyn Martell to put on his shelf until he can get the revenge against our house that he so desperately wants."

"You're wrong," you spat at him and he shook his head.

"You know that I'm not."

You wanted to stay on the floor of that keep forever. You wanted to be left alone to soothe the ache that had settled between your breasts and the throbbing of your cheek. A conquest. A trophy. A prize to be hung on a wall and left to collect dust. It wasn't necessarily something to be cherished--but forgotten about until something better came along. Is that what you were to Oberyn? To Ellaria? The thought made you want to sob because just this morning you had believed otherwise. You had let yourself believe their words, that they wanted your company, your thoughts, your presence. You let yourself believe that they had wanted you.

"Can I go?" You hated the way your voice sounded--so broken and small.

"Yes," he said simply, not bothering to help you as you got to your feet.

You finally allowed yourself to hug your own arms, to fold in on your own body for whatever little protection the action would offer. The only sound in the keep was your shoes clicking against the stone as you hurried for the door. You didn't even stop when you heard Jaime's voice call out to you.

"The feast tonight is the last of the week. You're expected to be there." He stood slowly and balanced his hand on his sword as he watched your retreating form. "Don't make me have to come and find you."

The door slammed behind you as you climbed the stairs to your bedchambers. Hot tears burned down their cheeks and once you were alone you let them fall freely. You wished you had never experienced the gentle kiss of Ellaria Sand. You wished you had never known the idea of going to Dorne, of a way out of this conventional life. You wished you had never met Oberyn Martell.

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17.12, you want to kiss me, mjf

Title: you want to kiss me

Theme: Holiday fair/Carnival

Fandom / Character(s):MJF, AEW

Warnings:Lots of banter. A mutual physical attraction. Sharp tongues and attitude galore.. Oh and a little kissing.

Word Count: uhhh... roughly 1k, give or take..

This is my entry to @champbucks 12 Days Of Christmas Challenge for the day. This one pretty much came to me as I wrote the other one I did for the day, with Sweetpea, on my multifandom blog. And at first, I started to go with Kevin Owens, but.. MJF is the perfect mouthy, egotistical idiot for this. So, I went with it.

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“Did you hear yet, man? Rhodes volunteered us all for some carnival thing they’re putting on in town.” Wardlow’s words barely registered with MJF because at the moment, MJF was too busy staring.

Wardlow caught onto his friends distraction and he followed Maxwell’s intent gaze, nudging him in the side as he chuckled. “Her name is Jocelyn. She’s the mayor’s secretary. I think she’s the one who came over to negotiate things between the mayor and Rhodes.”

“A secretary, huh?” Maxwell answered in a bit of a daze, making Wardlow chuckle again and shake his head. “I just said that, dumbass.”

Maxwell was back to it again, staring a hole right through her. Wardlow rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, reminding Maxwell, “We have a match. Come on.”

“I’m coming.”

As they walked past where Jocelyn stood, Maxwell stopped, sizing her up and rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Ya know, you’re cute. For a secretary.”

Wardlow grimaced and he was just about to grab hold of his friend, the idiot, and guide him away and out of potential danger, but before he got the chance, Jocelyn responded. And what she said had Wardlow trying to resist the urge to double over laughing. Especially when Maxwell started to fume immediately and all she did was roll her eyes and walk out of the arena.

XXX

“You’re kind of cute for a secretary.”

I’d been just about to walk out of the arena that the little wrestling company was holding their show in after having talked to it’s owner about maybe lending a hand and letting some of his wrestlers make appearances at our annual carnival. It’s no secret the town is dying and we need the money.

I already wasn’t thrilled with having been the one relegated to the negotiation process, but honestly, I’d gotten kind of used to it in the four and a half years that I’d been working as the mayor’s secretary. It kind of went with the territory by this point.

Dealing with cocky entitled assholes, however… I did not have to do that. And I wasn’t exactly in the mood for it today.

I almost ignored the guy and just kept walking. But something about his tone. And the posturing. And that stupid cocky smirk on his stupid sexy face.. Well, it got right under my skin almost immediately. I turned and stared him down, a dismissive roll of my eyes as soon as mine settled on his. Only after lingering far too long on decently enough kissable lips.

I mean.. Not that I’d ever admit that in a thousand years, especially not to that fucking guy…

“You’re kind of brave… For an idiot.” I stepped a little closer to him and a little further from the door. He walked over to me, staring down at me as he rubbed his chin.

“Do you even know who I am?”

“Uhh. My guess is nobody special. I mean you’re literally getting your ass beaten for a living. On live television, in your underwear. So..” I shrugged.

“Ouch.” the guy cringed a little, a hand over his heart. Teasing smirk in place and a look in his eyes that somehow made me both want to strangle him and climb the man like a tree all at once. I backed away when he stepped even closer.

“I mean all that may well be true but.. Who’s the one actually making money, huh? Because my guess is you barely survive on a secretary’s salary. I mean… Since you want to go there.” he smirked just a little more and I grit my teeth. He had a point. And given the fact that the town’s budget was a nightmare at the moment, my salary and paychecks were only getting smaller and smaller.

“Meathead.”

“Stick in the mud.”

With the last pleasantry exchanged, I spun and stormed out, making sure to let the door slam behind me as hard as I could possibly slam it.

XXX

The carnival was just starting to kick into gear and I rushed around, meeting with vendors and the people hired to run the petting zoo, the ice rink and the few actual rides that we were going to have on the midway. I was running on coffee and fumes at this point, and when my friend Georgia walked up, tapping my shoulder, I turned and tensed a little, preparing for whatever bad news she was about to give me.

“Bob can’t do the kissing booth.” Georgia informed me.

“What do you mean Bob can’t do the kissing booth?” I asked, the words leaving my mouth in a whine. I didn’t have time for this.

“I mean that Bob got arrested last night. It was on the 6 o’clock news, Jocelyn. He robbed the Home Depot over in the next county? Tried to make off with 3 grand in tools and a giant tree…They had a chase and everything.” Georgia was barely hiding a laugh and I groaned, raising a hand to drag through the front of my hair.

“Okay, can we get Tom?”

“You know Tom’s girlfriend isn’t gonna loosen up the leash she has him on long enough to allow that.”

I grimaced. My eyes settled on a group of the wrestlers from that AEW show that was stranded in town for the time being and I rubbed my chin. “Actually, Georgia?”

“Yeah?” Georgia was raising a brow, but when she saw my smirk, she gave a soft laugh. “You have an idea, don’t you?”

“I do, actually.. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before...Go find everyone we had originally signed to do it. Tell them they might not have to man the kissing booth, but to be on standby, just in case...If I can make this happen.. This might just put some actual money back into the town's funds..”

Georgia’s eyes followed my intent gaze and she leaned in, mumbling against my ear, “I call dibs on the one with the lashes and Jesus hair.”

“All I can tell you is that I’m going to try.”

And after finishing off the rest of my coffee, I took a few deep breaths to center myself. Then I marched over to the group. Surprisingly enough, after explaining exactly what was going on and just how bad our town’s financial situation was, there were more than a few willing participants who eagerly signed themselves into a slot at the kissing booth. Some of them were even asking if they could donate directly, which I gratefully thanked them for and gave them the link to the GoFundMe that Georgia and I had set up back in the fall as a last resort.

As I walked off, I heard my name being called. And I didn’t have to turn around to know exactly who was the man calling it.

I did wonder how the hell he knew my name, exactly, and for a second or two, I simply pretended to ignore him, focusing more on walking over to where the animals were being unloaded and herded into the indoor building where the petting zoo and arts/crafts booths and some of the 4H booths from our local high school were already setting up for the day.

But he was persistent.

He caught up to me, a thick fingertip jamming into my shoulder impatiently. After another second or two, I turned to look up at him, glaring.

“You again? What exactly do you want? Because I’m entirely too busy to have my time wasted.”

“You didn’t ask the obvious choice to be in a kissing booth?” he pointed to himself and I nearly snorted in laughter. I wanted to double over, but I kept myself together. He stepped closer. And before I could stop myself, so did I.

“It’s a kissing booth, sir. Not a pay me to shut the fuck up booth. Perhaps if it were a pay me to shut the fuck up booth, your services would’ve been needed.”

“You know a lot of women would pay good money to see me.. Not to mention kiss me… Right?”

“Maybe in your own deluded mind.” I argued, sensing that even as I did so, it was pointless. That for whatever reason, this was going to end with him, adding himself to the line up.

,, not that I’d ever admit it, but he does have a damn good point. If I liked cocky jackasses…” I thought to myself, quick to shove that little thought out. Because honestly?

The guy was exactly my type… Circa four years ago, that is. I’d have eaten that right up.

I shoved the list into his hands and smirked. “Let’s just see about that, shall we?”

The smirk that came told me that I’d hit the nail head about him being the type unable to turn down a challenge.

He took the clipboard and signed his name on the list.

“See you at 7?” he called out to me after I’d taken the clipboard back and I was walking away. I stopped to look back at him and shook my head. “You’ll see me in your dreams, Maxwell.. That is your name, right?”

“It is.” he beamed at me and took off, nearly colliding with his giant of a friend, a guy named Wardlow that I’d actually talked to around 15 minutes on the day that I went in to see if the roster would like to be the special guest stars of this years carnival.

It felt like yesterday and not nearly three days prior.

And the biggest part of those three days had been spent with me, replaying the whole meeting between Maxwell and I over and over in my head.

Yeah.. If I know what’s good for me, I will stay far,far away from that kissing booth tonight.

XXX

He’d been watching the line like a hawk since he manned it ten minutes before. He’d been managing to keep an eye on her all day, knowing that she hadn’t left the carnival yet. Maxwell just knew that if he could get her in the kissing booth’s line, she’d quickly realize just how much she was lying to herself.

Just the thought had him smirking to himself. He spotted a young woman that he’d seen Jocelyn talking to most of the day in the line for Kris Statlander and he cleared his throat, trying to get her attention. She eyed him and then waved when she recognized him.

“Think you can come by my line when you’re done in that one? There’s something I have to know...”

“Dude… you are so barking up the wrong tree right now, if you’re trying to hit on me...” the brunette explained, shrugging. “Was there something you wanted though? Because it’s almost my turn. If you make it quick..”

“Your friend.. Uhh.. Jocelyn… has she said anything about me at all? Like.. anything that would indicate that she wanted to kiss me?” Maxwell asked the question and waited impatiently, rolling his eyes when one of the women in the front of his line cleared her throat for the fifth time, demanding her kiss already.

Jocelyn’s friend shrugged. “That she wants to strangle you but she also wants to climb you like a tree. You know she’s got a temper, right?”

“Yes, I realize this.. She really said… That.”

“She did. Also said that she’s going to stay as far away from this booth as possible, because you’re in it and she’s not giving into temptation.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that. Thank you. This helped me a lot.” Maxwell thanked Jocelyn’s friend and turned away, rubbing his chin in thought as the plan began to piece itself together. And just when he thought he might not even get a chance to try out this plan of his, he happened to spot her wandering past, a steamy mug of cocoa in her hand as she talked to 3 other women.

Smirking to himself, he called out to her.

“Jocelyn.. Remember what you said earlier? About how nobody wanted to kiss me? Well,” he gestured to his little line and waited on her reaction. She looked up, grumbling as she shielded her eyes from the lights to see him better, all while tapping a Bearpaw clad foot against crunchy snow.

“What can I say? There’s not many eligible men in my town?” Jocelyn mused, shrugging. She bit her lip and took a deep breath.

“See… I think you’re fighting obvious feelings.”

Jocelyn’s sudden all over tension had him rubbing his chin thoughtfully. By now, everyone in the line and everyone around them or passing by was stopping, staring intently at the little confrontation.

“Right. I mean, if you’re talking about disdain then yeah.. You’re one hundred percent right.”

“If you really can’t stand me then you won’t have any problem at all coming over and kissing me… Right?” Maxwell challenged, chuckling when her mouth opened and closed and he heard her muttering a few obscenities under her breath.

Not even Wardlow’s warning headshake would stop him. No, he was determined. One way or another, this whole thing ended now. Tonight, he was getting her out from under his skin.

XXX

“Did he seriously just... “ I muttered, swearing as I dragged my fingers through my hair and glared angrily at the kissing booth that Maxwell currently stood behind.

“I ought shove snow down those fancy dress pants. Maybe that’d cool down the raging fire in his dick.”

“Or, you could call his bluff and go kiss him?” from my left, my friend Alexis spoke up. I bit my cheek and shook my head vehemently. “Oh no. No,no,no,no.. Not gonna…”

When Alexis and Chandler started to cluck at me, I gave them both my best and most firm go to hell look.

“She wants him.”

“All she’s done for 3 bloody days is fume about the man.” Chandler teased and finally, I stomped my foot, glaring at the booth. I swallowed hard and then shoved my hot cocoa at Alexis. “You’re going to wanna hold that.. Just so I focus more on kissing him to prove your asses wrong and less on how much I want to dump it over his damn head.”

“I knew she had the hots for him!”

“You go girl! Go get your man, boo.”

I wanted to turn and shush them both, but I was too focused. I shoved past all the others and slammed a 5 dollar bill down on the false wooden tabletop. Then I grabbed hold of that ridiculous Burberry knockoff and tugged his mouth right against mine greedily, very nearly pulling the man over the table between us in the process. “Does this prove you wrong?” I muttered, a whine closely following as he seemed to pick up and clue in, his hands going to my hips, pulling me in even more before drifting upward and tangling in a half fallen down fishtail braid that I had my hair tied out of the way in. At first, I’d been gripping that stupid scarf to keep him close or push him away at will. But as his tongue boldly darted right past my lips and clashed with mine hungrily, I wound up gripping hold of a handful just to stay upright as the feeling in my legs proceeded to vacate, making them feel as if they were jello from the knee down instead. He chuckled as the kiss broke and we pulled apart.

I wiped my hand across kiss swollen lips and glared at him. “Well?”

“Oh, you proved something alright, princess. And if I didn’t have twenty five more minutes left in this booth..” Maxwell trailed off, his eyes roaming over me before settling on mine. The cocky smirk was gone, replaced by a more gentle one.

I was just about to walk away, go somewhere and take a few minutes to pull myself back together, but he caught up to me, tapping my shoulder. I turned and he grabbed my hand, pressing a slip of paper into it.

“If you want to get to know the real me, Jocelyn.. I have a 9pm reservation for us. Ask for Maxwell Friedman’s table.”

I eyed him as he shoved back through the crowd, taking a bow at the catcalls and cheering awaiting him as he took his place at his kissing booth again.

“Ooh… are you going?”

“Maybe.” I answered my friend Chandler’s question as I tried and failed at not staring at Maxwell intently…

Maybe I’d been wrong about the guy.

Maybe going tonight would at least be a fun distraction. One I’d been wanting for a while now….

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tempesrature · 4 years ago

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The Case of the Murdered Witch Doctors | Chapter 10 (End)

Chapter: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 The Charm of Lost Things (Oneshot Follow-up) Creative Process Note Commissioned Art Piece

Pairing: Ride or Die | Ellie x Colt Summary: “It may be that you are not yourself luminous, but that you are a conductor of light.” - Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of Baskervilles Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: PG-16 @rodappreciationweek @lovehugsandcandy

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Ellie closes the door of her car and walks towards the cliff as the sun hangs close to the horizon. She feels the rush of sea wind whip her hair around but she ignores it as she makes her way to the figure in a familiar black leather jacket and currant-red pants standing near the edge as the red and orange hue of the sky bathes him in the soft light.

“Soaking up the last of the sun?” She teases as she makes her way to his side.

Colt smirks as he glances at her from the side before he turns to look back into the distance. “How was it?”

“Oh you know. Got my ass handed to me by Mona and got delegated to desk work for a month but jokes on them because I love desk work.”

Colt smiles amusingly. “I don’t even need to put my hand on your heart to know that you’re lying.”

Ellie sighs as her shoulders sag. Yeah, he’s right. She hates desk work but, as Ingrid said, she’s trying to find the brighter side of things and it’s not like Ellie doesn’t know what Mona is trying to do. Although the wounds that Ellie got from the fight weren’t that bad, they’d still need a few weeks to heal and desk work allows her to work and heal at the same time (and Colt’s vampire saliva greatly helped in shortening her healing timeframe but she’s never going to tell anyone that). Plus, after four days in the hospital since her big confrontation with Ana she still has so much to catch up on. She doubts she’ll be able to pick up a case any time soon. Or if she’d actually want to pick up a case any time soon. Not from the Agency at least.

“The charges on Toby have been dropped,” Ellie says as she tucks her hair behind her ear. “I handed the case to the Elves and since they were able to get Ana, they didn’t really care much about the little guys so he should be home within the week.”

Colt turns to her in alarm. “What…so you’re not getting any credit for the case?”

Ellie shrugs. “It doesn’t matter as long as the case is solved.”

Colt blinks for a moment before a wide grin takes hold of his lips. “You did it for me.”

Ellie sputters as she turns to look at him with a weak glare. “I did it for the greater good. We put away a major supplier of Fern Libation and we solved the murder of two magical creatures. So it shouldn’t matter who gets the credit or not.”

“Yeah? Just say that you did it for me Ellie, it’s not that hard,” Colt leans in to her with a cocky and knowing smile. “I think it’s hot that you did it for me.”

Ellie rolls her eyes but she can’t help the smile that tugs on her lips. If she’s being honest with herself. Truly and willfully honest—then yeah, she really did do it for Colt. If Toby had been charged with the crime, a lot of it would blowback to Colt and his operation of distributing the Fern Flower blunt. It’s a terrible thing for her as a detective of the Agency but…she also justified it by telling herself that Toby wasn’t really selling Fern Libation and if Toby’s going to get locked up in jail for a crime then it shouldn’t be under false charges.

“I have something for you,” She ignores the amused look on Colt’s face as she reaches out for his hands. She places her palms on the back of his hand as she manifests the last thing she’ll need to give him before their arrangement truly and finally ends.

The ashes of Teppei Kaneko.

Colt’s eyes widen as the ceramic urn slowly start to materialize in his hands. He feels the weight and shape of it but even then it still feels surreal to have it in his grasp after three years.

“Give me your hand,” She commands and Colt raises an eyebrow but follows nonetheless as he cradles the urn close to his abdomen and offers his hand to her. She takes it, places it on top of her heart, and smiles up at him. “Those are Teppei Kaneko’s ashes.”

Colt blinks for a moment before a huge grin takes hold of his lips. He moves his hand from her heart and fits her chin between his fingers as he runs his thumb over her bottom lip.

“Didn’t doubt you for a second.”

Ellie smiles as her eyes flick to the urn cradled his other hand. “What are you planning to do with it?”

“Flush it down the toilet,” He bursts out in laughter at the absolute horror and disbelief on Ellie’s face and he reaches up to wipe away the tears that managed to squeeze themselves out of his eyes. “I’m kidding El. I’m gonna send it to my Ma and she can decide what she wants to do with him.”

“You asshole,” Ellie huffs as she lands a soft punch on his shoulder. “You can’t even begin to imagine what I had to do to get it out of the Vault.”

Colt smiles warmly. “Yeah I can. I’ve seen how you operate Ellie. You work hard to get what you want and you don’t let anyone get in the way of that. That’s why I like you even when you’re a pain in the ass.”

Ellie flushes and the memory of their conversation before the fight with Ana comes back to her. A frown tugs on her lips when she realizes that this a conversation they need to have. Right now, with the return of Teppei’s ashes and the end of the case, their agreement is finished. They have no reason to see, to talk or to contact each other now. Which feels…lonely—a little sad.

“Colt…” She starts, her voice apprehensive and sad. “We…we can’t be together.”

Colt’s face falls and a frown pulls on his lips. “Why?”

“Colt. You’re distributing Fern Flower blunts and I’m a detective of the Agency. I shouldn’t even be talking to you right now never mind dating you.”

Colt furrows his eyebrows as the first and most prominent emotion that takes hold of him is anger. But he snuffs out the anger in favor of something else. Maybe annoyance, maybe even logic so he can figure out a solution for their predicament, but instead he is met with an emotion so tight and choking he has no other word for it other than heartbreak. Because she’s right. Shit. She’s right.

“That’s why something has to change,” She says and Colt looks at her confusingly, the tone on her voice annoyingly happy for the context of this conversation.

He glares at her, a flit of dark gold passing through his eyes. “I’m not stopping.”

Ellie smiles pleasantly. “Neither am I.”

He expected that but it still stings all the same. So he scoffs and looks away and pretends to put on a scowl to mask his aching heart.

“Then. Guess that’s it. Nice knowing you Miss Half a Witch.”

Ellie narrows her eyes at him as stormy blues flit by her eyes. She hates that nickname, he knows that, but he’s only ever said it in tone that’s teasing and playful. This is the first time she’s ever heard him say it with so much finality that it breaks her heart and angers her at the same time.

Because the idiot never listens first.

“Which is why I’m thinking of going into Private Investigation that will specialize in cases that were or are being buried by the Agency. After I serve my one month of desk duty, I’ll hand in my resignation and start building up my name.”

Colt whips his head back to her so fast he feels like he got vertigo. He replays her words in his head to make sure he hadn’t heard her wrong. When he realizes that he hasn’t, he can’t stop the relief and joy taking hold of his face.

“This was my endgame actually, I never planned to stay long in the Agency. Just enough to take advantage of their training and build connections. I’m just speeding up the process—no not for you,” Ellie glares at him when she sees the mischief in his eyes. “I’m doing it because my first case taught me something. I won’t always be able to choose the type of cases I’ll be handling and a lot of it will be steeped in Agency politics. If I start putting my time and energy to my own PI business now, then I’ll be able to work on more cases like yours and mine.”

Colt smiles as he takes a step closer to her, his eyes shining in hope and happiness. “So does this mean…?”

Ellie tries to glare at him but it’s weakened by the smile on her lips. “Ask me again in a month.”

He lets out a loud laugh before he leans down and presses his forehead against hers. His soft golden eyes meeting her soft blues. “I already know you’re gonna say yes.”

Ellie rolls her eyes as she locks her fingers behind his neck. “Why do I like you again?”

He answers her question with a kiss. The kind that’s both desperate and hard but full of promise for what’s to come in the days, months, and years.

She breaks the kiss first and leans back to look at him before she catches the shimmer of the blue ocean in her peripheral view. An idea takes hold of her and she gazes into his eyes.

“Wanna jump in the ocean?”

Colt grins. “Huge rocks at the bottom, remember?”

She rolls her eyes. “Genius witch, remember?”

Ellie takes a step back and quickly strips to her underwear. She ignores his hungry eyes roaming her body as she turns to look at him expectantly. Colt shakes his head before he places the urn on the ground and starts to strip down to his underwear. She walks towards the edge of the cliff and he stands next to her. She easily gathers her magic between them that steadily coats them in a blue hue that’s both warm and secure. She turns to him with an easy smile as she offers her hand to him.

“Ready Colt?”

He fits her hand in his and interlaces their fingers as he returns her easy smile with his own.

“Ready Ellie.”

And they jump.

Ellie already starts her water spell before their feet ever left the ground as the levitation spell moves them beyond the rocks while the water rises up to catch their fall and they drop down with a loud splash.

Colt swims in the brilliant blue as his eyes immediately search for her. He sees her legs already below the surface and he swims up to catch her. When he emerges from the water, his eyes widen at the sight. The ocean water surrounding them is now glinting and shimmering with gold.

He turns to her and she looks back at him with a proud smile and once again, Colt is magnetized to her.

He swims to her and encircles his arms around her waist while she easily fits her arms around his neck. Their bodies mold against each other and their lips meet under the sinking horizon of red and orange as the blue and gold surround them in a dizzying haze that’s nothing short...

Of magic.

END

#rodaw #choices rod #colt x ellie #colt kaneko #vampire au #detective au #witch au #murder mystery #cw: police #cw:magic-drugs #my writing

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Self Promo Sunday: The Pool Monster

For self-promo Sunday today, I thought everyone could use some tooth-rotting fluff. This is a very early story of mine, and I was blown away then (and still am) by the response to this little fic. It’s just the Jones family playing in the pool on a summer day with Killian being his usual flirty self with his words dripping with innuendo for his wife. Enjoy!

Also on Ao3

Rated G for massive amounts of fluff

Trigger warning: written pre-Hope, so the CS kids here are Liam, Charlie, and Leia

Words: just around 1k

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Emma should have known Killian would want a pool in their backyard. He was, after all, a pirate. And contrary to what Emma had heard, Killian informed her that sailors did, in fact, learn how to swim. “Bad luck to learn how to swim?” Killian had scoffed. “What kind of ridiculous logic is that?” Captain Hook, it turned out, was an excellent swimmer. And so were his children. The only thing they loved more than sailing was swimming. So, naturally, the Jones family got a pool.

All summer long, the Jones children were in the water. If they weren’t in their backyard pool, they were swimming at the beach or off the deck of the Jolly Roger. They all naturally had Killian’s complexion, which was a good thing. If they had inherited the Charming “white as snow” skin tone, they would have spent the entire summer red as lobsters. Emma couldn’t keep them out of the water. The upside was that swimming, as any parent will tell you, absolutely wore the children out. Summer was the only time they went straight down for naps and to bed without protest. Which, of course, gave Emma and Killian far more uninterrupted time for “more enjoyable activities.”

On this particular day, the entire family was in the pool. Emma was sitting on the ledge in front of the faux waterfall which the children had dubbed “Mermaid Lagoon.” Of course, their mermaid lagoon was patterned more after Jake and the Neverland Pirates than the real Neverland. Their love for the children’s show irritated their father to no end. “The only thing they got right is Mr. Smee,” Killian would grumble. But try as he might, he couldn’t get his kids to stop watching it. This was further evidenced by the three dogs that ran barking around the edge of the pool. A chocolate lab named Jake, a yellow lab named Izzy, and a miniature dachshund named Cubby who waddled more than he ran. Emma had been informed by her 4 year old daughter Leia that today Mermaid Lagoon was their castle. Emma was the queen and Leia was the princess, of course. 7 year old Liam was the knight in shining armor. Their castle was under attack from the big sea monster and his sidekick, little sea monster (aka Killian and Leia’s twin brother Charlie). Both sides were armed to the teeth with water guns and water bombs.

In the heat of the battle, Charlie seemed to lose interest. He scrambled up the ladder, and before Emma knew it, he was launching himself from the ledge above the waterfall, jumping over it into the pool.

It was the perfect distraction. Emma hated when the kids jumped from that ledge, while Killian thought it was “bloody amazing.” Just as Emma yelled, “Charlie, no!” Killian popped up out of the water and snatched Emma right off the ledge.

“The queen is mine!” Killian crowed in his absolute worst villainous snarl.

“I’m coming, your majesty!” Liam cried out, launching himself off the ledge and onto Killian’s shoulders.

“Queen!” Leia cried, tossing Emma a water bomb.

Smart girl. Emma took the water bomb and smacked Killian in the side of the head with it.

“Ow!” he cried out. “That actually hurt!”

Emma laughed and swam away as Liam shoved his father underwater. Emma was worried for a split second that Liam was actually holding Killian under, when her husband came up out of the water with incredible force, launching Liam into the air. Then she was worried about her son until he bobbed up sputtering and laughing.

The battle raged on, with several more attempted captures of the queen. Every time Emma had to pretend to fight off the “sea monster,” and pretend she didn’t enjoy being in Killian’s muscled arms. At one point, she noticed that Leia continued to pretend to “fall” off the ledge of Mermaid Lagoon, crying out that the sea monster would get her. Over Leia’s head, Emma caught Killian’s eye, then pointed at Leia. He winked in response and stealthily glided under the water.

“Oh no,” Emma cried out with horrible play-acting, “I can’t reach you, Leia!”

Suddenly, Killian popped up out of the water, snatching Leia into his arms. The little girl screamed and squealed with obvious delight.

“I have you now, princess!” He yelled, tickling her.

“I’ll save you Leia!” Liam cried, diving to her rescue.

Suddenly, all three of her children and her husband were in the midst of chaos. Water splashing, arms and legs flailing, and high-pitched squeals. Emma sat on the waterfall’s ledge laughing at the spectacle.

It didn’t seem her children would ever tire of this game. Leia was “kidnapped” several more times, and she and Emma also ran a successful rescue mission to retrieve Leia’s Ariel doll from the pool steps. So when Killian snatched Emma once again from the ledge, she sagged in his arms and rested her head against his shoulder for a moment.

“You know,” Emma said, looking into Killian’s eyes, which looked even bluer with the reflection of the pool water shining in them, “the monster’s kind of growing on me.”

“Really,” Killian said with a big grin on his face. He lowered his voice a bit for only her to hear, “So you won’t mind if I take you back to my lair and have my way with you?” Emma couldn’t believe he could still make her blush. She smiled back at him. “You know, I don’t think the monster is really evil. I think he’s just misunderstood.”

Her wet lips met his in a kiss she had intended to be chaste, but soon their tongues were entwined.

“Hey!” scolded Liam. “You’re not supposed to kiss the sea monster!”

“Actually,” Emma announced to her children, a twinkle in her eyes, “he’s not a monster at all. It’s your father – the king of the realm! He was put under a curse by an evil witch, but I just broke it with a kiss.”

“What about the little sea monster?” Leia asked.

“That’s your brother, the prince. He was under the curse too.”

“Okay!” Leia turned to her twin and gave him a quick smack on the lips.

“Yay!” cheered Charlie. “I’m a prince again!”

“Hey!” pouted Liam, lowering the two water guns he had in each hand. “I like battles way better than kisses!”

“Not me,” Killian said, gazing deeply into Emma’s eyes. “I like kisses better.” He kissed Emma again, dragging her lower lip through his teeth. “I like kisses much better.” He whispered into Emma’s ear, “And other things.”

A delicious shiver went down Emma’s spine at his words and his breath in her ear. She turned her face and kissed him passionately, ignoring the chorus of “ewwwws” from their children.

#cs ff #captain swan future fic #cs family fluff #self promo sunday

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