#life has been.... interesting the past 6 months
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been currently obsessing over the new boy group boynextdoor and i can't get over how lovely all the members are! i'm quite literally addicted to their songs; they've been on repeat & im half expecting to grow tired of it but that's not happening anytime soon i feel hahaha
#šŖ saturn talks#don't mind me i'm just rambling#i think my bias is taesan#but all the members are so charming and naturally themselves which is so refreshing to see!#i still love my stray kids boys no worries i'm not straying anywhere far hehe#speaking of!#i have a few drafts in the works x#i've been thinking of redoing my master list too and just giving the blog a makeover#life has been.... interesting the past 6 months#a lots of ups and downs with mostly downs but! i'll persevere through them#anyway i got too carried away LOL#hope everyone has a lovely week
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For fun I decided to look over all of my internet history that is still available to me to try and create the most accurate timeline of my fandoms over the years and I think this is it! I also included the platforms I was primarily using for each since that's relevant to the fandom activity I was participating in :)
There are more fandoms I have dabbled in and I might be forgetting some but these are the main eras of my fandom experiences I think.
#there was an undertale moment early on#life is strange has never been my main interest#i started around number 5 and it's always been with me on the side since#and the same thing has happened with smosh over the past year#love them but i wouldn't say im actively in the fandom#i didn't include fanfic in the platforms part#i thought i found ao3 around number 6 but it was actually 2!#number 4 was also heavily wattpad oriented#10 was a very random time i was just binge rewatching a bunch of shows with cycling obsessions#something i wasn't sure if i should add in was like my minecraft streamer era??#bc i wasn't in a fandom i was just binging content i never really interacted with anyone or made anything#i don't think consuming content counts as being in a fandom#i would say pluuno is an honourable mention#i was pretty active in her community for a few months in 2021 and it was lovely#i think that's it!#number 5 kind of bled into sims fandom in general but im still lurking there so it doesn't count lmao#would love to see mutuals timelines too if you wanna im v curious where you've all come from too
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People in the notes have said physical therapist Akihiko and ohohoho you fools you fucking clowns you donāt even know. Imagine Shinji getting out of the coma and all the rehabilitation shit heās gotta do all the physical therapy like you just know Akihiko is so fucking over the moon heās done so much research heās so excited to see Shinji have a ātraining regimeā he infodumps about whatās happening with the muscle recovery process and what stretches work best hes just way too invested he talks over doctors and Shinji is just like āgood god if you know so much why donāt you just be a physical therapistā and Akihikoās like š
Akihiko becoming a cop is something that simply doesnāt happen in the coma route cuz Shinji would see that shit and be like Aki what the actual hell is wrong with you
#like he does feel upset seeing shinji in such a vulnerable state and struggling with everything#but it does get overshadowed by excitement mitsuru is like āplease he just got out of a coma stop being so pushy šµāš«ā#hes just so invested he gets to learn so much shit he never even considered before its so interesting#and i think itd be very important that hes much more aware of like limits this time cuz a big strain in his relationship with shinji was#aki being pushy and not understanding shinjis limits and shinji being bad at letting himself have limits and communicating them#and like its very important not to push too hard when recovering from a coma cuz itll just make things worse#its a big adjustment for both of them cuz akihiko definitely has always been told to push harder past limits and to always try to be#stronger and not let yourself stop and its more important now than ever to unlearn that attitude#and shinji is so all or nothing like he either quits too fast or pushes to the point of destruction without communicating anything#so its very easy for him to get trapped in a hopeless spiral when things take time and then get desperate and try too hard#but he gets a lot of encouragement from everyone this time and its sooo weird and annoying and overwhelming but it is nice#also quick tangent like really pisses me off when ppl write shinji just like MIRACULOUSLY SPRINGING OUT of the coma like he just pops awake#gets up and starts running to do shit which tbf the game does it too but its like dude hes been in a like 6 month coma#im not an expert i still got a lotta research to do but i mean theres so much shit hes gonna go through#even if theres no like brain damage youre still gonna have to relearn basic stuff like eating breathing walking and like. general awareness#of your surroundings and who you are and what happened to you and 6 months is so long too so its gonna be rough#im not saying you gotta give him like brain damage but damn at least establish that recovery is lengthy and difficult#his ass is not walking around!!!#also hes still got a lot of mental illness and like did get shot fully believing he deserved to die so like hes also gotta lot of mental#health recovery to be doing like unless he somehow has some magical therapy coma dreams things arent gonna be perfect peachy for him#i get wanting to make everything happy but idk personally i think id rather it be gradual and a struggle cuz its more realistic and like#i think having this character just miraculously be fine is such a disservice like i think he deserves to have love and hope for him even#when its difficult cuz his life will never be easy heāll never be free from the trauma but that doesnt mean his life isnt worth living#and him being loved unconditionally even though hes a āburdenā is so so important to me#i just hate the laziness like wheres the love man wheres the genuine character appreciation#anyway physical therapist aki its canon now hed be so so good at it and hes got personal experience
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Happy father's day!
This poll is about estranged fathers. If you are not estranged, congrats! You all get to share one answer.
Good lord! This sure did go. I'll answer some confusion as best I can.
This is a poll about estranged fathers. I'm interested in the timelines of people who don't talk to their dads.
Because I am interested in estranged fathers, I basically categorized everyone who is NOT estranged into one answer. If you have spoken within the last few hours or weeks: congratulations! You are within normal relationship parameters.
If it's been more than a month, something odd may be going on, especially if your culture normally observes father's day. After a year, it's definitely not normal.
If you want to be more specific within that month, make a poll, it's fine! No need to get mad, go hug your dad!
The results (aside from the volume holy shit) are pretty much what i expected: the vast majority of people are not estranged. Within that, some love their dad, some do not. But I don't personally care how recent contact was if it was within the last month.
I'm not trying to make a commentary about how fathers are all awful and everyone should reject them. I'm not an authority on dads either.
I am not "everyone" and I am not "tumblr"
I'm literally just a guy.
There's no goal here to try to fill every slot evenly, nor a message that you should.
Not every poll is all inclusive, and not every poll is about you.
For those who it is about, I see you. Father's day is weird for us, especially when surrounded by people who like their dads. We are rare in the grand scheme of things, and that's a good thing. But estrangement is about loneliness, either ours or his.
It's raw for some of us, an old scar for others, and for me: a turning point in life where everything started to get better. A year becomes two, a decade another, and someone who consumed your life becomes a part of the past so distant you stop remembering it so well.
We may not have dads, but we have each other.
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Just an fyi my doctor told me Iām not allowed to eat salt anymore so if you find me angrily eating unsalted beans or potatoes, you can blame her
#apparently my blood pressure is too high#which honestly i think has a lot to do with me having not moved my body very much over the past couple months; on account of one of my body#parts being a very fucked up knee#so to summarise; i have to come back in 6 weeks and if i canāt produce a healthy blood pressure figure i canāt have my birth control#which is fine because approximately -5 people want to fuck me last i checked. but like. helloooooo again level 9/10 period cramps#i didnāt fucking miss you lol#so iām not allowed to add salt to my food and i have to do exercise. which is going to be interesting with the aforementioned fucked up knee#tbh iām thinking treadmillā¦ iāve been thinking about buying one for a while#and i really think iāll use it a lot because i wonāt be as worried about my knee going in my house as i would be if i were out in the world#trying to jog or walk fast#if iām exercising in my home i know iām safe; i can listen to my music without worrying about my surroundings#i can set the speed and the incline and stuff too. it just makes sense#plus walking around my town is boring. it has to be said. there are no interesting views or walks to do. it is sooo many endless straight#roads going to places i donāt care to be. the only picturesque place is the church and realistically how many times can i go there?#iām thinking treadmill because then i wonāt be self conscious about my shabby workout clothes or being out of breath#i can probably also read on there lol or play a mobile game or something. and if i fall and hurt my knee i can call a&e from my floor#instead of a random pavement! everybody wins. well. i win but thatās still important to me#anyway if you need me i need to wash this dish which formerly had unsalted beans and unsalted chicken on it. i hate my life#personal
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just like that | m.s. |
matt sturniolo x fem!reader
based on this request :))
summary: after dating for four months without having sex, y/n finally decides that she's ready to take matt for a ride
warnings: smut; established relationship; unprotected p in v; oral (fem receiving); riding; mentions of questionable consent (NOT with matt dw); dirty talk; 18+
notes: damn i completely forgot about this im so sorry:/ i've just been so busy over the past week or so it completely went under the radar. def not my best work (i wrote it all today), but i wanted to get it up because i'm going on a trip through europe for 6 (SIX???!!?!?!) weeks and will probably not be able to post much when im there. anyways i hope u all enjoy!!
p.s. working on one more fic that i would LOVE to post before i leave tomorrow, if not it might be a while before im able to write again :/ it's gonna be a good one for the matt girlies though so keep ur eyes peeled ;)
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āDo you want anything from the kitchen baby?ā Mattās soft voice in my ear pulled me from the lull I was in, curled up beside him on the couch watching a movie. My drooping eyes fluttered open and I couldnāt help but smile once I came face-to-face with my beautiful boyfriend. The late-August sun was setting, and it shone through the living room windows in just the way that made Mattās gorgeous blue eyes almost transparent; a harsh contrast to his dark eyelashes and tidy beard. He was looking at me with such unclouded care, the way he always did, and it never failed to make my heart flutter.
Matt and I had met on social media about six months ago, and started dating just two months after that. Our earliest conversations online had consisted of occasionally discussing our shared interest in pretty embarrassing hobbies ā playing Minecraft, journaling, and watching rom-coms to name a few ā but those occasional conversations evolved into staying up all night messaging each other, multiple-hour long Facetime calls, and eventually meeting at a restaurant for our first date.
Although it hadnāt been long since we started dating, Mattās soul was one that I felt like Iāve known all my life. Never before had I felt more at home around another person than I did once I met him, and his presence in my life gave it a new level of stability that didnāt exist before. I had dated a guy in high school for almost two years, but the quality in the time spent with Matt versus him was incomparable. I was sure that Matt was the person that I was meant to be with, and everyday he did something new to prove that to be true without even trying.
Another thing that I loved so much about Matt was that, even after months of dating, he hasnāt once pushed me to have sex with him. In one of our early conversations, I had told him that my ex had always made me feel bad when I would turn down sex with him. While him and IĀ didĀ have sex a few times during our relationship, I had since come to terms with the fact that I really was just doing it to make him happy. Once Matt got over his immediate anger for me, he had sat me down and told me that he could wait forever, but that he wonāt have sex with me unless I tell him Iām ready.
That was months ago, and still, he has kept his promise. While we have done plenty of other things in bed, he has always made it a point to stop everything before it gets to the point of sex. At first, I felt riddled with guilt because I felt like IĀ shouldĀ want to have sex with my boyfriend āespecially one so kindhearted as Matt ā but over time that guilt has fizzled out from Mattās reassuring words and actions. He never ever put me in situations that he knew had the potential to make me uncomfortable, and wouldnāt allow me to feel bad about it either.
Lately, though, I had been feeling slightly different. While before, I would squirm at the thought of anything more happening once Mattās hand would slip out of my panties, now I feel a slight tightening in my stomach at the idea of more. And before, I would feel a certain level of nervousness as I felt the weight of his member in my hand, where now there is a flutter in my core at the thought of that same part of him filling me up.
Never before in my life had I felt any of these feelings, and I didnāt quite know what to do with them. I was afraid of the abundance of dirty thoughts that flooded my own head constantly, and I realized that I was ready for more, but only with Matt. I had been contemplating on telling him this for the past week, but as I watched him walk back over to me on the couch in nothing but baggy grey sweats ā the black ink of his tattoos hypnotizing me ā my body reacted in such a way that let me know that tonight was the night.
āHere, I know you didnāt say you wanted anything but I grabbed you a water anyways. I havenāt seen you drink any yet today and you-ā I cut Mattās rambling off by climbing on top of his lap as soon as he was back on the couch; wrapping my arms around his neck and planting a deep kiss to his pink lips. He responded with a soft hum against my lips before wrapping his own arms around the small of my back. I opened my mouth slightly before pressing it against his again and moving them in a slow but passionate rhythm. Matt quickly followed suit, slipping his tongue through my parted lips before using it to explore my mouth. I fluttered my eyes open for a brief moment and caught a glimpse of Mattās most beautiful features up close ā lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, straight eyebrows ā and released a satisfied sigh against his mouth.
I ran my hands through his soft brown hair, tugging slightly at the ends and eliciting a soft gasp from him as I felt my body flood with arousal. His hands travelled up and down my back, his firm yet somehow delicate touch a comfort that eased my nerves. From my place on his lap, I could feel a growing hardness against my ass. This wasnāt uncommon, obviously, but in the past I usually pretended to ignore it pressing against me. This time however, I rolled my hips up and down, feeling it slide against my aching core. āBaby.ā Mattās voice was barely above a whisper against my lips, but the combination of shock and arousal was still evident in its tone as he grabbed firmly onto my forearms to hold me still.
I detached my mouth from his while still keeping our faces just centimetres apart. His breath was rapid, but so was mine as we stayed like that for a moment; wild eyed and equally uncertain. Finally, I repeated my action by grinding my hips against his clothed shaft; this time watching as his eyes rolled back slightly in pleasure. āY/n, what are you doing?ā He mumbled, clearly wavering between making sure I was okay and wanting desperately for more. I continued grinding my hips against him, my mouth dropping open as I felt his shaft reach my nerves. āI want you Matt.ā I whispered, and I watched as his eyes widened in shock; pupils dilated. āWhat do you mean?ā He asked hesitantly, brushing his knuckles softly against my arms.
āI mean, Iām ready. Ready to have sex again.ā I blurted out, feeling my face immediately flush in equal parts nervousness and arousal as I waited for him to respond. His face was unreadable as he clearly tried to gauge whether or not I was serious. That was confirmed once he finally spoke. āA-are you sure? I donāt want you to think just because Iām hard we have to do anything, baby.ā I felt his dick twitch in between my legs as he spoke, and it shot electricity down my spine. āI know Matt, but I really am sure.ā I responded, running my hands up and down his bare chest and leaving a trail of goosebumps in my path.
He continued to stare at me, his eyes travelling wildly across my face; clearly still in a state of uncertainty. I, on the other hand, was growing more and more frustrated by the moment as the heat continued to grow between my legs. āGive me your hand.ā I stated, and he obliged; placing his much larger hand in my own. I guided his hand down to the waistband of my sweatpants, inside of the material, and finally slid it against my dripping wet core. Intaking a sharp breath from the contact, I watched his face as it immediately darkened once he felt my arousal coat his fingertips.
āSee? I told you Iām ready,ā I leaned forward slightly, bringing my lips to his exposed collarbone and kissing it wetly. āSo please Matt, can you fuck me?ā The room stayed silent for a beat, the only sounds being our ragged breathing, and I felt fear begin to trickle down my spine; worried that Matt might reject me. Just as I was about to retract everything I had just said, Mattās hand snaked to the back of my head, guiding it up from his chest before crashing his lips onto mine.
I deepened the kiss immediately, feeling a mutual level of desperation like a surge of electricity between our lips that had never been there before. Mattās hands began traveling all across my writhing body ā taking his time on the curves of my ass ā before planting firmly on my hips where he helped them grind against his rock hard member. Breathy, almost silent moans fell from both of our lips as our bodies slid against each other, and the deep-rooted sensation was taunting.
Mattās hands slithered from my hips up to the bottom of my t-shirt, where he toyed with the material for a moment before detaching his lips from mine. āCan I take this off?ā He asked, glazed eyes staring longingly into my own. I nodded, and without a momentās hesitation my vision was blocked for a brief second by Matt peeling the fabric over my head and tossing it to the side. Once my vision returned, my view was of Mattās hungry eyes glued to my bare chest.
Matt had seen my tits countless times before throughout our relationship, but at this moment it was like he was seeing them for the very first time. Mouth slightly parted, his breathing was ragged as he brought both hands to my chest and cupped my tits delicately between them; pushing them together slightly and brushing a thumb along each nipple. I hissed at the feeling, and that seemed to pull him from his trance, as his eyes immediately shot up to mine. āThis okay baby?ā He asked, and I nodded my head wildly.
A smirk toyed at the corners of his mouth before he attached it to my left nipple. I released short moans as he sucked and nibbled it gently, still pressing my core against his throbbing shaft. I felt myself falling deeper and deeper into a trance that I had never experienced before, and it was like my body and mind had completely separated as I mindlessly tugged desperately at the waistband of his sweats. Catching on to my gesture, Matt shifted slightly below me before using one of his hands to haphazardly pull his sweats down slightly; allowing his cock to spring up in between my legs.
I gasped at the sight before me, only now realizing its true size with it between my legs and feeling just a tinge of excited fear trying to figure out just how it was going to fit inside of me. Shaking the thought from my mind, I collected a pool of saliva in my mouth before spitting it in my hand and bringing it down to his shaft.
Running my thumb along his slit, I felt his whole body shudder below me from the contact. I began pumping my hand up and down his length; spending extra time twisting my wrist around his sensitive tip, and watched as his mouth went slack on my tits. āMmm, keep doing it just like that baby.ā He muttered against my plump skin, and I continued to work his cock in my hand while simultaneously grinding my core against its base. Just knowing that I was making him feel good was makingĀ meĀ feel good, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head in pleasure.
After a few short moments, I felt Mattās hands snake to the waist band of my own sweats. My eyes found his again, and I watched as they searched my face. āYouāre sure you want this, Y/n?ā He asked, his voice gentle but laced with a huskiness that could only be explained as pure desire. I nodded desperately once again, feeling so pathetic but not capable of giving a shit. āIām sure baby, please.ā My voice had a slight whine to it, making my frantic need even more evident.
Planting a soft kiss to my lips, he grabbed firmly onto my sweats and began peeling them off of my body. I lifted my hips up slightly to assist him in this, and once I dropped them back down, I hissed from the feeling of my bare core against his cock. āMatty, I need you right now.ā I practically cried out, leaning my body forward and planting nibbles and kisses along his exposed neck. The suspense was torturous, my body only just now recognizing how badly it was craving his.
His hands cupped my ass, and he used his grip to lift me just a couple inches off of him. I felt him spread me open slightly before dragging a finger once again against my aching folds. āMmm, so wet for me baby.ā I released a breathy moan at the combination of his touch and words, and squirmed in his grasp. āIāll help you get it in, but I want you on top. That way you can take it as slow as you need to, okay?ā His voice softened as he spoke, and his hands massaged me gently causing me to physically relax. āO-okay.ā I muttered, so turned on that I was willing to do just about anything he wanted me to.
Just then, he placed a soft kiss to my lips before I felt the very tip of his cock brush against my opening; causing me to gasp. āShh, itās okay baby. Iāll go slow.ā He whispered in my ear, and I pressed my forehead into the crook of his neck in anticipation. Finally, I felt my walls begin to expand as he pressed the first few inches into me. Moaning at the sensation, I felt my whole body flush in immediate lust. As if they had a mind of their own, my hips subconsciously began lowering onto his shaft; taking more and more of him as I sunk down.
A moan fell from his lips as my walls enveloped him inch by inch, and I slowly lifted my head from his neck and straightened my body up to allow more of him to fill me up. Even though he was big and I hadnāt had a dick in me in a long time, my slick arousal allowed him to bottom out without causing me to feel any pain; only indescribable pleasure. Once every inch of him was in me, I stayed still for a moment looking down at him. His desire was plastered across every inch of his face, and it made him look impossibly beautiful. There was no fear in me in that moment, only want, and so I began riding him.
As soon as I propelled my body up and down his shaft just once, I felt a pit of arousal begin to grow in my stomach. Groaning in pleasure, I continued with my moments; holding onto his shoulders to keep my trembling body stable. āMmm you feel so good baby.ā Matt moaned out, his eyes never leaving my pinched face. After a while, my body adjusted completely to his size and I was able to increase my speed. As I slid my walls up and down his shaft, Matt gripped onto my ass with all his might, using his hands to help me maintain my speed.
Moans fell from my lips as his cock ruthlessly hit my g-spot, and I felt my lower stomach build in pressure. āFuck.ā I muttered under my breath, feeling my skin go flush from the heat of the moment. The room filled with the echo of our wet skin slapping against each other, adding to the erotic air around us. Prolonged strings of moans fell aimlessly from my lips, and as I came closer and closer to my impending climax I began struggling to maintain my movements.
Matt seemed to pick up on this, as he adjusted his hips and began pounding into me from below; his hands holding me in place where I just clung onto him for dear life. āF-fuck Matty, like that. S-so good.ā I cried out, my voice choppy from his rapid movements. My brain melted into a pool of liquid as all I could think about was reaching my high that was just out of reach. āYouāre taking me so good baby.ā Matt groaned out as he continued driving his length into me, staring deeply into my eyes with a fogged over expression.
āI-I think Iām gonna ā oh god, think Iām g-gonna cum Matt.ā My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I dug my nails into his shoulder blades, struggling to give into this new overwhelming sensation bubbling up inside of me. At this, a guttural moan fell from his lips and he somehow increased the speed of his thrusts even more. āWant you to cum around me baby, please.ā There was a desperate whine to his voice as he spoke through his shortness of breath, and it was enough for me to reach my climax. Legs shaking, I released a plethora of moans and curses as my body was hit with multiple waves of indescribable pleasure. āGood girl, feels so good honey.ā Mattās voice was soft in my ear, and it helped to bring me back to earth as my hurricane of an orgasm left my body in shambles.
I continued to bounce on Mattās dick slowly as I attempted to regain what little composure I had before my orgasm stole it from me, but I quickly learned that all of my energy had been stripped away. My body was trembling uncontrollably, and my head was filled with a fog that made it difficult for me to stay upright. Matt caught on to this, as he planted his hands firmly on my hips, keeping me still, before reaching forward and kissing me deeply. āYou tired, baby?ā He asked gently, rubbing circles on my sensitive skin. Sheepishly, I nodded, and Matt didnāt hesitate before guiding me off of his lap and helping me lay down on the couch.
As soon as my head hit the soft material, I felt my body immediately begin to relax again. I watched from my place on the couch as Matt began to slowly crawl over to me, before leaning above me. āYou did so good baby,ā He brought his lips to my chest and began dropping soft kisses against my skin, āNow,ā His mouth travelled from my chest down to my stomach, āI want you to just lay here and relax,ā He continued to move his lips down my stomach to my hips, āLet me make you feel good, okay?ā His face was now hovering above my swollen heat, and I couldnāt help but nod frantically, feeling a sudden need to have his mouth on me.
Matt situated his body so that he could lay down with his face still just above my core. He brought both of his hands to my folds and I flinched as he used his thumbs to spread them apart slightly; exposing my bundle of nerves to the air. My vision partially skewed by his hair flopping in front of his eyes, I watched in awe as he brought his mouth closer and closer to where I needed it the most; before immediately gasping in pleasure once I felt his warm tongue make contact with my clit.
Immediately, Matt got to work in swirling his tongue in expert circles on my overstimulated nerves. This sensation in combination with his rough beard against my inner thighs was so intense it was almost painful in the best way possible, and I was incapable of controlling the throaty moans that fell from my lips as I watched him devour me entirely. Matt then used his mouth to suck on my nerves, bringing forward yet another new sensation that drove me crazy. It felt so unbelievably good, my hands flew to his hair where I held firmly; doing everything in my power to keep him in place. āOh yeah baby, please, just like that.ā I struggled to get the words out through my constant gasps of pleasure, but it was clear that they didnāt fall on deaf ears as Matt moaned in pleasured acknowledgement against my heat and kept his rhythm and pressure the exact same.
Feeling another orgasm begin to bear its teeth in my stomach, it was like my hips grew a mind of their own because as soon as Matt brought his hands under my ass to lift me slightly up on the couch; I began grinding my heat against his eager mouth. āFuck.ā He moaned against my clit as he continued to greedily suck and lick my nerves. I squeezed my eyes shut as a whine escaped my lips from an approaching orgasm, the pleasure that his mouth was giving me was too much. āS-stop baby.ā I said suddenly, to which he immediately detached his mouth from me and I watched as his eyes scanned my fucked out face. āWhatās wrong? You want to stop?ā He seemed so concerned, clearly worried that he had somehow crossed a boundary, and it caused my chest to flutter. āN-no. Itās just, I was gonna cum again.ā He raised a quizzical eyebrow, clearly confused by how that might be a problem. āIā¦I want to cum with you.ā I finally said, and watched as his facial expression changed from one of concern back to one filled with lust.
He smiled quickly before dragging his body up my own, planting occasional kisses along my body on his way. Once he reached my head, he immediately began kissing me passionately, slipping his tongue through my parted lips and allowing me to taste myself on his mouth. Pulling away, I noticed my arousal laced throughout his beard, and that along with his pink swollen lips fresh off of my heat was enough to make my head spin. Just then, I felt him line his shaft up with my entrance, and immediately gasped out when he slid it in completely. Before moving at all, Matt took a moment to gaze down at my destroyed face before grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his waist. He then leaned forward and propped himself on his forearms on either side of my head; slipping a hand through my hair and grabbing onto it gently.
After noticing my body relax, he finally began thrusting into me. Starting off slow and deep, he gradually increased his speed until he was pounding his inches deep into me at a rapid pace. Already being close to cumming, I struggled to get a grip on my thoughts as the pleasure of the moment pulled me deeper and deeper into a world of euphoria. āYouāre so tight sweetheart.ā He muttered through his grunts, and I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head at his words. āF-feels so good Matty.ā I managed to reply, tightening my legs around his waist as I tried everything I could to hold off my orgasm.
Mattās hand snaked through my hair before he grabbed onto my cheek, brushing it gently with his thumb as he stared at me with a gaze so intense that it was almost intimidating. āI-Iām close Y/n.ā He nearly whispered, and I felt his pace begin to slow slightly as he began to be overtaken by his own orgasm. My eyebrows knitted together as I felt my walls began to break. āM-me too.ā I replied, wrapping my hands tightly around his biceps to keep me grounded. āAh fuck, Iām cumming baby.ā His erotic words were followed by a string of animalistic grunts as he drove his cock in and out of me ā slow but hard ā and it was like my body was waiting to hear those words as my second orgasm immediately ran through me like a freight train.
My breathy moans harmonized with his deep ones, and I felt my walls contract around his shaft; milking his dick as it painted them white. My legs were wrapped so tightly around his waist, he was barely able to move them as we both rode the waves of our intense pleasure. As my orgasm continued to tear through me, my back arched off of the couch and my body trembled. From above me, Matt watched me writhe in bliss as his movements completely stopped. As I finally began coming down from my high, I felt his hand brush through my hair affectionately, and watched as his face turned up in a smile before he placed a deep kiss to my lips.
He gently pulled his cock out of me, causing me to wince from the raw pain, before laying beside me on the couch and pulling me into him. Face to face, we stared lovingly at each other for a moment; my mind still spinning from how good he had made me feel, and in that moment I was worried that my heart might explode. His blissed expression told me that he was feeling the same, and his hand delicately rubbing the small of my back confirmed it. āAre you okay?ā He finally asked, minor concern visible on his beautiful face. āIām more than okay.ā I answered honestly with a chuckle, causing him to laugh in relief as well. āI think I actually love sex.ā I continued, causing him to really laugh this time before planting a kiss on my sweat-beaded forehead. āWell I think I actually loveĀ you.ā
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!reader
Fandom: Call of Duty
Character(s): Simon Riley, Reader
Summary: Two personalities that clash, you and your lieutenant rarely get along, but when it comes to light that Lt. Riley has been messing with things behind the scenes of your life, what will happen when you confront him? Is it really hate that makes you stay in the argument the ensues...or is the tension a little too heavy to ignore?
Word Count: 7.5 k
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Author's Note: I was planning on having more out this week, but storms here where I live have set me back a bit in getting things out due to power constantly going down. I'm behind, but I promise things are still coming. We have the steamy risking it without protection fic and the angsty Truth or Dare part 6 coming, so stay tuned!
Lt. Riley doesnāt really want to be here, stuck in the middle of the loud, crowded bar right off base on his night off and yet here he is amidst it all. Just wanted to, he will repeat if pushed for an answer as to why heās come out and a part of him might even mean it, at least that is what he will try to convince himself of because he canāt accept that he knows itās a lie.Ā
A strong grip wrapped around his glass from his large hand, he brings his bourbon to his lips as those brown eyes scan the place from within the recesses of his thinner black balaclava that he wears when back in civility. His dark eyes are constantly on the move to disguise their true target, flitting from Soap to Garrick to whoever else is speaking around the small group of tables the taskforce has claimed for the evening only to dart back to one person: you.Ā
He eyes you across the bar chatting up some bloke with mid length black hair and a prominent neck tattoo, smiling and giggling in what looks to be a lively conversation of shared interests and it makes his blood pressure rise until he can feel the heat in his face. Lucky for him that the mask conceals enough, only being pulled up from time to time for him to take a drink or grab a quick smoke.
For whatever reason you both have never really gotten along with one another, even from day one. There is something about your personalities that just does not mix, a tension that always leads to an argument. Maybe it is the similarities in your natures, maybe it is because you arenāt afraid to speak out where he is more subdued and calculated. Whatever the reason doesnāt matter, whenever you are in proximity it is like trying to force gasoline and fire to coexist in the same place without causing destruction. Sure, you can both be professional in the right setting, force yourselves to work together for a common goal as sergeant and lieutenant and you are good at it, but once the threat is gone and you are back on safe ground, the feud ramps right back up.
So it surprises you when the lieutenant immediately agrees to tag along tonight. He usually isnāt too keen on this type of rowdy fun, preferring quieter company, but over the past couple of months it seems like wherever it is you find yourself he is never too far away. It is a free country and he can do as he damn well please, even though it is obvious the way his stare keeps coming back to you.
He may have everyone else fooled, but not you, no. There is no mistaking the feeling you get whenever his gaze falls on you.
You have noticed it more and more in the past couple of weeks the way that somber glare subtly finds you when you are near. Clearly you are doing something right to piss him off and there is something euphoric about forcing his attention to constantly stick to you. Why not play it up? Maybe you like the idea of making him watch as you finally score.Ā
You hope it makes him seethe to see you happy.
Those dark eyes stick to you for a couple hours until finally he has caught what he has been waiting for. He follows your form as you get up from your seat and make your way over towards the bathrooms. He canāt stop himself from taking the opportunity and before you have even let the bathroom door shut behind you, the lieutenant is already on his feet and drawing down his mask as he stalks towards the bastard you were just chatting up a second ago with only one goal in mind.Ā
The same goal he has had for months now anytime you start to get too close to anyone.
Your mystery man has just brought the neck of his beer bottle up and put it to his lips when the shadow from the lieutenantās large stature casts over the table he is still sitting at. As he looks up he is met with the most intimidating face he has ever seen staring right back at him. The firm stance mixed with the glare in the lieutenantās eyes within the skull mask gives the man pause and the confidence he once had slips away as he struggles to find his voice.
āCan I helpā¦?ā the dark-haired man barely gets out before he is cut off as the lieutenant steps up to him.
āThat bird youāre talkinā to just a moment ago,ā Lt. Riley says, his thick British accent deep and viciously harsh from the very first syllable; heās only got a few minutes to get this done. āYa best leave āer alone if ya know whatās good for ya.ā
The man swallows hard trying not to choke as he is caught off-guard by the intense hostility that has seemingly come out of nowhere. āDude, if sheās with you Iām sorry, I didnāt know. Sheās the one that approached me, honest,ā he chokes out his apologies, hoping that it will be enough not to get his face bashed in by this hulking specimen of a man.Ā
Lt. Riley ignores his comment and leans down closer to his face, his stare sharp and cruel as he places a heavy hand on his shoulder. His fingers dig in hard until the man winces. āDonāt let me catch ya talkinā to āer anymore tonight, got it? Cause if I gotta come over again youāre gonna wish I didnāt and by then itāll be too fuckinā late for ya. Iāll make sure ta put ya in the fuckinā ground. Do ya understand?ā
Eyes wide in fear, the man slowly nods; there is no need to be told twice, not from a man like this. He knows the type of guys that frequent the bar as the military base is not but a few minutes from here and he isnāt looking to get pulverized by a trained professional. A slight tremble in his hand, the man grabs his beer bottle and takes off into the bar with a worried look on his face.Ā
Lt. Riley watches as the man hides himself behind a large group standing around the L-shaped bar near the bartender and a smug sense of satisfaction fills him as he heads back to his own table to finish his drink, content that once again he has succeeded in his mission. Itās not even a couple minutes that pass before the corner of his vision catches a familiar figure exiting the bathroom and heading back to the table he had just left from.
You return to your seat only to find your new friend nowhere to be found. Looking around, you second guess yourself that this isnāt where you are supposed to be, but this is your table; your rum and coke is still right where you had left it. You take your seat and pick up your drink; itās possible that he had just scurried off somewhere and would be back any second. But as the time passes with no man in sight, frustration begins to wash over you as you realize that this shit is happening again.
Itās been months since youāve been able to have your needs met by something other than your fingers and for some strange reason no matter how good things seem to be going, it ends in you getting ghosted. Why? Even the few times youāve had encounters on base the guys you had flirted with for days suddenly go cold and avoid you like the plague.
Is there something wrong with me? you question yourself silently.Ā
Across the way, Lt. Riley downs the last swig of bourbon in his glass, setting it back on the tabletop gently as he situates his mask back down. He doesnāt say a word or offer a goodbye, opting to silently slip out from his seat unnoticed to head outside with a smirk contorting his lips beneath the fabric covering his mouth.Ā
He has gotten what he wantedā¦well, not all. There is still something else that eats away at him, a specter at the back of his mind, and even as he convinces himself that he is only doing this to make you mad it still lays there in waiting.Ā
Back at your empty table, you finish your own drink and are about to call it a night when you spot your potential lover tucked away at the far end of the bar, hunched down in his seat. Itās odd the way he is sitting; it almost looks like he is trying to avoid being spotted, but that canāt be right, can it? Moving your way through the noisy crowd of people, you make it over to him.
āThought I lost you,ā you say cheerfully and watch him choke into his drink.Ā
He coughs a few times before he is able to get it under control and speak. āThink Iām gonna call it a night,ā he says. His response is quick and dismissive as he sets his bottle down and turns to leave, but you are determined to at least get some feedback as none of this is making sense.Ā
You block his path with your stance and watch as his whole body tenses. āDid something happen? I thought we were having a nice time.ā
The man uneasily looks around the area, searching for something that he ends up not being able to find, but that only alleviates some of the tension in his brows. āLook,ā he says as he turns his attention back to you, āyouāre really nice and all, but Iām not interested in getting my head caved in tonight, okay?ā
Your cheerful expression falls. āWhat are you talking about?ā you ask in confusion.
He takes a breath; he needs to get out of this conversation fast. āSome big masked guy came over while you were gone and threatened to put me in the ground if I didnāt leave you alone, so thatās what Iām going to do. Donāt know if heās your ex or something, but I donāt want any part of that,ā he confirms. āSo, if youāll excuse me Iām gonna get out of here before he comes back.ā
You want to convince him to stay, that there is nothing going on that he needs to worry about, that itās just your vindictive lieutenant trying to ruin your night, but the way he is shaken up you know there is no stopping him. All you can do is defeatedly watch him walk away as you say goodbye at any chance you had at getting laid tonight.Ā
But this encounter isnāt completely useless; with his revelation things begin to add up now. All this time you thought it was you who scared off your potential lovers somehow, that there was something wrong with you that kept driving them away, but no. It is Lt. Riley who is going around threatening people to stay away from you, you are sure of it now.
And that makes you see red. What even is his endgame? Things have always been tense between you two, but this is going too far. You need to find out why and now because this is becoming unbearable. He has messed with your life long enough without your knowledge; tonight it is all going to end.Ā
You turn your head back over to where the lieutenant had been seated and you spot his glass still sitting on the table. He couldnāt have left that long ago if his empty cup hasnāt even been cleared yet; if you leave right now and hurry, you probably will catch him. Quickly getting the bartenderās attention you pay your tab and immediately head out into the night ready to get your answers.Ā Ā Ā Ā
Each step makes your heartbeat pound a little faster the closer you get to base. Fueled by the uninhibited state you find yourself in from of the couple of drinks you had, you donāt want the moment to dissipate; you need your anger to power your words so that your lieutenant knows just how far over the line he has crossed.Ā
You make it back on base and head in the direction of the barracks, passing by the dark offices and other buildings that are seemingly empty for the night. Itās late so there are not many places he can be and soon you can see them come into view. That is when you catch a figure leaning against the brick, the light from a cigarette glowing orange dimly in the shadow and you know you have him.
āThe fuck is wrong with you?ā you spit the venom-filled words to him as you come to stand at his side, arms crossing tightly across your chest as you stop.
The lieutenant ignores you, keeping his face straight ahead as he brings his cigarette up to his lips, ignoring your presence like you arenāt even there as he takes a long drag. The audacity he has to disregard you completely after all heās been up to behind your back makes your blood boil over and you react fast. Instantly you reach out and rip the dwindling cig out of his fingers to flick it angrily to the ground; only then does he acknowledge your existence.
āDonāt know what your fuckinā on ābout princess,ā he grumbles as he pulls out the pack of smokes from his jeans pocket and takes out another cigarette, placing it in between his lips as he lights it up and takes a few short puffs to get it going.Ā
Christ, did you fucking hate when he calls you that, all condescending and shit and he knows it too. Thatās why he always uses it, just to watch the way it makes your skin prickle and your pulse race as it riles you upā¦just like itās doing right now.
Your cheeks are burning red hot with your anger and you know by the feeling alone that it is visible even in the low light. āYou know damn well what Iām talking about,ā you accuse. āThought you could ruin my fun and I would just never hear about it, did you? Well, guess what, I did. Guess you didnāt intimidate the guy back at the bar as good as you thought ācause he told me all about how you threatened him into staying away from me and now things around here are starting to make sense.ā
So, pretty boy talked after all that scaring he had done; fucking hell, he wasnāt planning on being found out tonight. He canāt deal with this right now; he needs to get away before this gets out of hand. āIām not doinā this right now,ā he mutters as he flicks away his second cigarette and begins to walk off.
You are right on his heels. āDonāt you fucking walk away from me,ā you say as you quickly follow him as he takes off inside to a random room not far from the entrance. You barely register anything about the place, only caring about making sure you are on the right side of the door so he canāt lock you out until youāve said your peace.Ā
Slamming the door, you press your back up against it. There is nowhere for him to go, not with how you are blocking the exit and it is clear that you wonāt be leaving. Goddammit, why tonight? The lieutenant isnāt drunk, but he still has enough liquor running through his veins and he is weary of being alone with you.
You arenāt going to let him be, though; your anger wonāt let you. āWell, you got anything to say or are you going to stay silent like a fucking coward?ā you ask pointedly.
His fist at his side clenches and unclenches to match his jaw beneath the mask. Gasoline and fire; he canāt stop himself from matching your energy. āFine, ya wanna know the truth? It was me. Youāre distractinā, sergeant,ā he says, that heavily accented voice harsh with his assertions. āThrowinā yourself āround like a bloody slag ātween the men here and at the bar. Ya like that? Being a cheap piece a meat? Ya think thatās a good look for your rank on this team, hmm?ā
You shake your head with a forced incredulous laugh before turning your gaze back to him. The only person who is ever allowed to make decisions about your actions is you; whatever you choose to do or not do isnāt up for debate with any outside party. āWhat I do on my own time is none of your goddamn business. If I want to screw every member of this operation, I will. If I want to fuck a rando from the bar, so be it. Itās my choice and you need to stay out of it.ā
Itās a lie, you have no intention of becoming some barracks bunny, but that doesnāt make the point any less true. Thereās nothing wrong with a little companionship from time to time and you arenāt going to let him take that from you. This job is hard enough as it is. Still you canāt shake the question that is floating around in your head.
Why does he care so much to go to all this trouble? Why not just stay away?Ā Ā
The Lt. peers down his nose at you, those striking amber eyes looking at you through the opening in his balaclava to give him a dangerous appearance as they are cloaked in shadow. Standing in front this beast of a man has left many shaking in their boots, but not you, never you. Fuck him if he thinks this bit of intimidation is going to do anything; itās not.Ā Ā
āIt is my goddamn business,ā he growls. āYa talk a big fuckinā game, but ya donāt know what the hell your doinā. Gonna get yourself in trouble one a these days.ā
āOh, so youāre just looking out for me is that it?ā you ask. āI donāt need a savior. I can take care of myself, you know.ā
Even he canāt deny that you can handle whatever it is that comes your way. He has worked beside you for quite a while now and there is a reason you were selected to this task force in the first place. No, it isnāt his need to protect that causes him to put himself where he doesnāt belong, but he canāt face the truth; he canātā¦can he?Ā Ā
āBesides, what the hell do you care, Lt.?ā you spit the question harshly into his face to break him out of his thoughts. āJust like to screw with my life as a part of some goddamn powerplay? You got nothing else better to do than fuck everything up? Pathetic, even for you.āĀ Ā
The lieutenantās jaw shifts as his dark eyes are silhouetted within the confines of his mask silently stare back into your own. There is a glint in their depths, a catch of the light that makes them glisten as he locks your vision in that stoic glare.
āWatch your fuckinā tone there, princess,ā he warns as he moves in closer until the tips of your shoes are nearly touching. āYou are playinā with fire and if ya aināt careful, youāre gonna get fuckinā burned. Ya best quit it now or else.āĀ
Taking your pointer finger, you lean forward and poke the tip of the digit directly onto his sternum over his t-shirt and push down. āMake me.ā
Hearing those two deadly words come from your mouth while being this close with emotions this high makes his brain short-circuit and he scrambles to get control of the thoughts at the back of his mind; no, he canāt let them get out. For a split second you catch a flash of something in his gaze that gives you pause and leaves you with a strange but familiar sensation in the pit of your stomach before it is gone just as fast as it came on.Ā
Flustered and confused, you donāt notice that his hand has moved from his side until it is wrapped around your wrist as he wrenches yours off his chest and smacks it against the door, pinning it there next to your head. āYouāre on thin fuckinā ice right now,ā he threatens as he gets into your face. āKeep it up and see what happens.ā
The lieutenant is so close now the sensation from the warm air leaving his mouth is felt against the lower half of your face even through the fabric of his mask. You can smell the bite from the tobacco and liquor as he exhales a weighty, ragged breath. There is a curious tension permeating the space now, filling the area around your bodies until your chest begins to ache with anticipation for something you canāt put into words.
What are you wanting to happen? You arenāt entirely sure you want to admit it, but still there is a growing impatience that makes your limbs tingle as you wait for the moment to break. āYouāre not going to do shit,ā you scoff. āI havenāt been touched in fucking months and itās all your fault; you think I care about showing you respect? The way I see it, you have two options: either leave me the fuck alone or I make your life a waking nightmare until you do.ā
Why arenāt you shoving him away? Your wrist is still gripped in his fist and yet you havenāt even tried to free it. Sure, your words are ruthless and heated, but youāre still here and he doesnāt understand what is happening. The atmosphere is shifting and he can feel it like a perplexing magnetism, a push and pull that he is finding harder and harder to fight off. He needs you to leave and quickly as he isnāt sure how long he can last under this growing torment.
āYa best get out, now,ā he growls under his breath. āIt aināt a good idea for you to be here anymore.ā
His threat does little to make you back down and instead you tilt your head with a cocky smirk on your lips. āWhyās that? Canāt take the fact that someone can actually stand up to you?ā
āNot that,ā he says curtly.
āThen what?ā you push him for the answer.
Lt. Riley stays closemouthed to your question. How the hell is supposed to answer that when your pulse is pounding through your veins and he can count the rapid beats through his palm that is around your wrist?Ā He canāt do it, he canāt stop the way he craves the feeling of it.Ā
The silence is heavy and dangerous, too much and you arenāt sure what is going to happen, but you canāt leave with nothing; one of the many questions you have has to get a response at least. āFine, you donāt want to answer that one Iām not gonna make you, but if you want me to leave you are going to have to give me something. Iāll go back to my original question: why do you care about any of this?ā
The lieutenant is suffocating on the strength of the tension shared between you. Itās intoxicating, more than the whiskey heās consumed tonight. Try as he might, he canāt stop himself from wanting more and suddenly the fingers on his free hand are lightly grazing along the waistband of your jeans in that sliver of space between your shirt and your pants where just a millimeter of skin can connect with his touch. Itās too late for him now; he canāt let you go.
Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat at the electricity of the contact. The longer his touch lingers on your body the more disoriented your thoughts become until you arenāt sure what is happening. You desperately want to slap him, shove him off and storm out, but a secret part of you that has started to glow like a tiny ember in your chest quietly begs for him to keep going.Ā
Why canāt you tell him to stop?
āI canāt let anyone get to ya,ā he murmurs with a labored inhale. āDonāt care what it costs.ā Those hazel eyes with their blown out pupils never break the connection with yours as his fingers draw a line over your warm, soft skin and suddenly itās near impossible to pull in enough air to keep you sane.
āWhy?ā you ask. āHate to see me enjoying myself? Just want to keep me miserable, is that it?ā
Those rough, thick fingers risk a bit more as they slip ever so slightly up so that his palm can rest against the meat of your hip and thatās where he stops. His gaze drifts down just a moment to admire how far his touch has gotten. This is the closest you both have ever been in the time youāve known each other and it is overwhelming.
A shift in his stance, a half step in closer, his hand still resting against that soft, balmy flesh, and is that the pounding beat of your heart you hear pulsing in your ears? You need him to say something, anything, in hopes that it will break the spell that is making you more delirious by the minute.
āSay it!ā you demand as you wrestle with the flood of sensations.
His eyes drift back to your face. ā ācause,ā he says, that gruff, masculine voice making his words firm, āif I canāt fuckinā āave ya, then no one can.ā
The confession knocks the wind from your lungs and you struggle to intake a breath. This has to be a new game heās playing at; thatās it, a new tactic to make you lose your shit and destroy you in new ways. Thereās no way he is serious, right?Ā You study his gaze for any sign of deception, for him to crack and mock you for falling for it, but all that meets you is a fervent stare that makes your body burn.
āFucking bastard,ā you snarl as your resolve to break away from him slips silently away.
āSlag,ā he responds.
A few seconds drag on into eternity as you stare back into those dark eyes, your heartbeats racingĀ faster and faster with each labored breath you intake from one another. This isnāt how this is supposed to go, you are supposed to hate each other, but is that really what it is?
Youāre the only one who has always treated him like a person, not some monster to be feared. Itās true you fight and bicker and drive each other mad at times, but not once have you ever backed down from him. Youāre headstrong and steadfast in yourself and that is something he respects. And more than that, he desires.Ā
His words, why do they sound so good? If it was anyone else you would have slapped them silly and told them to fuck off, but the way he covets you feels like ecstasy. You enjoyed his attention before and now that you have all of it, itās all you could ever want. There is an ache in you now that can only be quenched one way and that is from him.
The adrenaline coursing through his veins blurs that thin line between hatred and desire until it no longer exists. As if another is piloting his body he cannot stop. All at once something snaps and before you can fully comprehend the action, he is shoving his body into yours as his hand wraps around your throat. A wall of massive, bulky muscle presses tightly into your curves, pinning you to the surface as he wrenches that god-forsaken mask above his lips and grabbing your face between his hands, those large, rough things that have more experience holding a weapon than something soft and tender within them, he meets your mouth with an insatiable intensity that sends your fucking head spiraling.
Things youāve both buried deep rise to the surface as the dam breaks wide open, feelings that you both had suppressed under the guise of hatred because you couldnātā¦no, you wouldnāt admit that maybe there was something there. It all comes pouring out into the kiss with a feverish urgency as you unsuccessfully scramble to contain them.Ā
There is no restraining this fire of desire from catching you both ablaze.Ā
Lt. Rileyās grip is strong, holding your head in place so there is nowhere for you to turn as the brunt of his need is forced upon your lips until they sting the harder he presses into you while the stumble along his jaw pricks your cheeks and the skin around your mouth. The taste of the bourbon that he had been imbibing all night is on his breath, crisp and sharp as it hits your tongue with its bite, but it does nothing to deter you from taking every ounce of his embrace and matching it with your own.
You want him tighter against you still and your hands run up the back of his head through the cropped bits of hair that have popped out from below the edge of his pulled up mask. The feeling of your fingers running through the short hairs near his neck as you bear down on his mouth make that hulking military man shudder and you sigh delightedly into him at the reaction.Ā
Is it really that easy to make that big man fold? Oh, you are going to use that against him.
Strong fingertips jab themselves into your hip so that he can pull your pelvis flush against his while he shoves his boot between your feet to pry your legs apart, widening your stance so that he can fit his bulky thigh between them. The curve of your hip is accentuated by the position and he runs a heavy hand across the length of it as he pushes up against your pussy and you both gasp into each otherās mouths from the feeling.
That instant pressure against that gnawing ache in your clit has you grinding on his thigh. āChrist, Simon,ā his name falls from your lips onto his while you cling to his neck to hold your body up as you push down on him as hard as you can to get enough friction through your clothing. He lets you have at it, using his leg however you see fit until you can feel the gathering moisture in the crotch of your panties.
āDo you even know how much Iāve fuckinā wanted to do this?ā he growls, the feral lust in his words palpable on your tastebuds as he shoves his tongue into your mouth past your lips to meet your own so that they can dance.
He has a taste for you now, a craving that cannot be quenched, an insatiable hunger that eats him alive. And he needs more.
Catching your bottom lip, he sucks it in between his teeth to give it a fierce nip that smarts, but you like the pain; it only makes you feel more alive as the aggressive nature of your attraction makes you feel like you are drowning.Ā
āFuck, need it now,ā you demand desperately. āWhere can we go?ā
The question makes him pause and Simon pulls from your mouth to look over his shoulder before returning his attention to you. āYa know where we are, dontcha?ā he teases.
Your eyes drift from him and really look at your surroundings for the first time since you got in here; you are in a bedroom, not just a random room like you thought. There is a small chest of drawers beside a bed not far from where you stand and on top is laying that familiar hard shell skull mask.Ā
Youāre in his room.
āShut up,ā you breathe. āJust fuck me already, bastard.ā
āSo fuckinā nasty,ā he says with a smirk before he is back on your mouth again.Ā Ā
Coarse hands desperately paw at your clothes as softer ones claw at his, undoing buttons, pulling off shirts, shoving down pants; a flurry of lips caressing while limbs frantically move until both of you stand bare naked before each other. The last is his mask that he removes himself; he is about to be inside of, there is no need to hide from you anymore.
You barely have time to take in his striking features: that strong jaw accentuated with old, faded scars, that prominent nose, that stern brow, before two strong arms pick you up and carry you the few short steps to his bed, forcing you down and shoving you onto your back so that you are pressed down against the surface as he clambers on top with you. His hands part your legs like warm butter and he keeps them spread as he positions himself on his knees between your thighs.
Quickly he leans over to the short chest of drawers and flings open the bottom most one, reaches inside, and grabs a small, square packet. Holding it between his thumb and forefinger he brings it to his lips and grabs it with his teeth, shredding the top to pull out the rubber. He tosses the packaging to the floor and in one swift motion, slips the condom over the fat tip of his girthy cock and rolls it down the long shaft.
That is it, without another sound he sits back up and clenches his abdominal muscles while his strong fingers hold onto the meat of your hips as he makes sure he is aligned with your entrance. āReady, princess?ā he asks through short, quick breaths.
Your hands grip into his shoulder blades. āStop fucking talking and get inside me,ā you order aggressively.Ā
The tip of his cock is prodding against your opening and you are panting with anticipation as you wait to feel it break through the threshold. Itās right there, right at the point you need it to be to give you the relief youāve been seeking after the months of agony during your dry spell. Then all at once Simonās hips rock forward and the head slips inside, stretching you wide open.
You gasp and buck your hips as he gathers the strength for another thrust to slip it in a little more; you are taking him so well. God, he could not ask for more. One more strong thrust and his cock rips into you deep until he reaches the base, bottoming out with a loud, guttural moan.
āN-nhā¦ ahā¦ā Simon groans as he twitches from the constriction around him. āFuckinā hell princess, your so tightā¦oh, f-fuck.ā
Breathing through the intense feeling of being stuffed full you roll your hips into him to send shock waves of ecstasy through his shaft and his head falls forward to hang limply as he attempts to calm himself enough that he doesnāt blow his load right here and now just from that initial contact.Ā
āGimme a second,ā he growls, but you shake your head.Ā
āNo,ā you say, āwaited too long for this.ā
You will be the death of him and what a fucking sublime death it will be.Ā
Fine, if you want fast and rough that is what you are going to fucking get. He holds on tight as he begins to pound into you hard, making you bounce with the force of his thrusts up and down as he takes you at this unyielding pace. You are anything but fragile and he uses that to his advantage to be as animalistic as he wants.
The longer he drills his cock into you in that relentless tempo the more lost in the feeling he gets until he is completely ravenous only for the sensation of your body. He has waited so long for this, dreamt endlessly of this, yearned in secret for months for this, and it feels exhilarating to finally have it.
His primal grunts fill the room the harder he gets and you are suddenly swept up in it all as your needs are finally being met. You lose yourself in the moment, whimpering and whining as the euphoria washes over your body to make your limbs tingle. Soon you are so loud that you are surely going to draw unwanted attention.Ā
Reaching out his fingers find your lips and roughly he pries them apart so he can shove two of those thick digits inside your mouth. āKeep quiet,ā he grunts as he continues to thrust. āDonāt need anyone hearinā us before Iāve finished with ya.ā
Getting you quiet, he needs something for himself and he knows just the thing. Leaning down over your body, his hot mouth latches on to the side of your throat just below your ear and you feel the sharp sting as his teeth dig into the supple flesh. The pressure is so hard from the suction of his lips you can almost feel the skin bubble up further into his mouth; there is no question that there will be a big, angry, purple blotch by tomorrow if he keeps at it. A token of who has claimed you.
And he is going to make sure it sticks.
It is a while before he unlatches his mouth and when he does he brings his lips up from your throat to your ear to fill your mind with only his voice as his hand finds the top of your pussy so that his finger can stroke over your clit. Youāre gonna come and youāre gonna come hard if he has anything to do with it. āLook at ya, fallinā apart just for me, princess. God, I wanna fuckinā ruin ya.ā
Simon pulls his fingers out of your mouth so that he can kiss your raw lips, making you swallow all his desperation until you are gasping for air. āIād do whatever it takes just have ya all to myself,ā he says, the words husky in his throat as he groans them into your mouth. āNeed ya to belong to me and only me.ā
Simon leaves your mouth to sit up higher, taking the pressure off his knees and pulling your body up slightly with him, and thatās when he catches a glimpse of your bodies at the point of their union and fuck is it a beautiful sight. The way he disappears inside of you is mesmerizing and he doesnāt want to look away, but he also needs you to see it. You need to know how both your bodies are made for each other.Ā Ā
His hand moves to the back of your neck and tilts your face down. āLook at how well your gorgeous body takes me. Do ya think anyone else can give ya this?āĀ
Your dreamy gaze drifts lower between both of your bodies and stares at Simonās imposing figure with his chiseled abdominal muscles as they contract and release with each thrust, his hips plowing into you, filling you up completely as each of his thrusts go down to the very base of his shaft. Your mind is in a daze as you feel him hit that sensitive bundle of nerves within you time and again before his shaft reappears covered more and more with your juices over the condom.
There is something so primal about watching his cock slip in and out of your tight body, watching as you slowly fall into oblivion.Ā
His amber eyes catch yours and he smirks. Your cheeks are flushed bright and it thrills him to know that it is because of how he makes your body feel. āFuckinā hell, youāre a picture wrapped āround my cock like this,ā he groans, his strokes becoming more sloppy as the slapping sounds of your overly wet cunt get louder.Ā
The longer he thrusts the more his sanity wanes until there is not a single thought left except for the animalistic need to rut into you until he comes. You can see the change wash over his face and through his eyes and it only thrills you more as he becomes a hunter ready to catch his prey; it makes you shiver.
āYa like the way my cock feels inside ya, dontcha?ā he asks in a low growl. āFillinā ya full, stretchinā ya out. Ya think anyone else can give it to ya like this? Ya think anyone else is gonna make ya come as hard as Iām gonna fuckinā make ya? This pussy is gonna belong ta me after Iām done with it.ā
Ragged, broken moans escape your lips while your hips rut up to meet him at the height of each thrust as his voice begins to push you over. Your hands around his shoulders tense and as he strikes into you again your nails dig in, raking across his back in angry red lines that tingle and burn as you drag them down over his muscles. Oh, you are definitely close.Ā
āYa gonna come for me, princess?ā he teases mercilessly, desperately clinging to you as he too is about to spill and wanting you to go first. āDo it then. Come on my fuckinā cock.ā
The way this beast of a man is wrapped around your body, you are completely at his mercy, his size letting him do with you as he pleases and you have no say whatsoever. And yet here he is furiously pounding into you harder and harder as his fingertip strokes at your clit; he is doing his utmost to get you off even though he could leave you high and dry at any moment.Ā
Never have you ever wanted someone to take away your power more than you want him to right now.
Your hands leave his body only to gather in the sheets, gripping them so tight you can hear threads popping and feel the strain on your fingers. Each slam of that throbbing cock into you causes the warmth to grow in your stomach, each second that passes the pressure gets stronger and stronger. Finally at long last, you fall completely silent and with a few more desperate thrusts that pressure is released and shoots through you white hot as you come hard and fast.
Simon continues to grind into your pussy through your whimpers as he lets himself go and within a few more seconds he too is falling over that ledge, his torso shuddering with the force of his orgasm as he pumps all that built up frustration into the tip of the condom inside you. His hips buck and are punctuated with deep groans until he has nothing left to release and he slowly comes to a stop, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs to help him catch his breath again.Ā Ā Ā
You both stay locked that way as you calm yourselves back down from the high, your legs trembling around his waist, the sound of his inhales the only thing to break the quiet that falls over the room. Once he is able to he pulls out and falls down onto the bed beside you.Ā
Moving onto your side, you look over at him with a smirk. āWell, shit, never would have expected that,ā you mutter sleepily.
He turns his head to face you. āIs that right?ā he asks in that low, gravely tone that sends a shiver down your spine. āAs if you havenāt been flauntinā yourself to keep my attention. Was bound to happen sooner or later.ā
āLike you havenāt been undressing me with your eyes for months now,ā you push back. āIāve noticed the way you look at me.ā
Reaching out his arm, his fingers lock into your hair, tying it into a ponytail in his grip before he gives it a strong tug. āYeah well weāre gonna change that. Cause I wanna be the only person ya look at, princess,ā he says harshly so you know he means business, āthe only one that holds your attention, the only that gets ta be in your āead. Iām gonna be the only one that gets between your legs and no one else; I wanna be the one that knows just how ta make ya fall apart. And any bastard that tries to get in my way is going to fuckinā get it.ā
You chuckle. āPossessive much,ā you say snarkily only to receive a solid tug on your hair.Ā
āAbsolutely gonna be selfish with ya,ā he returns as he brings your face in closer, ācause I would rather fuckinā die than watch anyone else take this away from me.ā
Pulling your head to him, Simon licks the smile from his lips before latching onto your mouth one last time. Maybe you two can find common ground after allā¦canāt be too mad at each other when youāre making each other orgasm.
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Fame Greedy
Jeremy Sumpter was stood on the set of a new advert he had been signed up to by his agent. After his successful childhood in films, Jeremy struggled to break free of his past and become a serious actor now he was older. He could never land movies despite his incredible body and devotion to the roles. He was becoming frustrated with his situation. After he finished filming the advert for the day he stomped back to his hotel room and slammed the door in frustration. What more do people want. Jeremy went for a shower to cool off and when he walked out of the bathroom with a white towel around his waist he saw his agent sat on his bed. āJesus Adam warn me next time I couldāve been nakedā Jeremy said jumping slightly as he realised just how naked he was. āOh I donāt mind Jeremy just ignore me whilst you get ready. Thereās some things I wanna run past youā Adam, his agent said to him. Jeremy started to get changed. As said before he has a pretty perfect body so he wasnāt embarrassed when he dropped his towel in front of his agent to pulled on some white briefs. āSo I know you are frustrated by doing adverts all the time and I think Iāve figured a way to change your directionā Adam said scrolling through his phone trying to find something. āOh please anything is better than doing these pissing advertsā Jeremy chimed in now pulling on some jeans. āWell you see thereās been a role open up and they want you specifically.ā Adam put his phone down and looked at Jeremy as he pulled on a tight shirt that showed off his toned body. āOmg no way! Thatās amazing Iām so down!ā Jeremy said cracking a smile. āWell thereās a catch you see. They want you but they want you to erm bulk up a bitā¦ā
āwhat do you mean? How much?ā Jeremy said becoming a little skeptical. āWell they didnāt give a maximum number but they said at least 60 lbs.ā
ā60 lbs!!!! If I gained that Iād be fat?!? Are you sure?ā Jeremy said shocked by this number. āWell Jeremy they kind of want that. You see your playing a gamer for this movie and they want a big guy so they asked for you to do thisā¦ā
āJesus christ. Well I guess I can always lose it after the film. Fine Iāll do it. Go get me some food thenā Jeremy said standing up pacing around his hotel room. Was he really about to do this? He worked hard for his perfect body just to get roles and now they want him fat? I guess 60 lbs isnāt life changing. I could definitely lose that he said to him self.
Every day now Jeremy would wake up and start eating and wouldnāt stop until he passed out from a food coma. He loved eating cakes and pies and fast food. He thought there could be worse things to do. Just being told to sit on his arse and stuff his face with crap wasnāt so bad. Some days he even enjoyed lying around in his tight briefs stuffing his gut.
He started to feel his body soften as time went on. His abs melted into a soft belly that was bulging outwards. As he sat rolls formed on his body. He looked down and poked them. His finger sinking deeper into his gut was kind of intriguing. Heād never been this soft it was interesting finally letting go. It was also so easy that he started to enjoy it. He made games for him self to try and eat as much as possible. He would gain these 60 lbs in no time.
6 months had passed and the 60 lbs of fat he was asked to gain was sitting softly on his body. His body looked like it had melted away into lard. His once fit body was now replaced with a body of someone whoās lazy and unable to stop eating. Jeremy had to admit, yes he was concerned to start with but he really enjoyed the process. He loved eating and over eating. He loved sitting and doing nothing all day. And truthfully he enjoyed the extra weight on his body.
He was asked for a screen test so the ex jock actor came into the studio and got ready for the screen test. He was asked to sit in just white briefs and to sit in the set built for the movie. The camera and sound crew were all set up and ready. The director calls action and Jeremy started acting the first scene. The scene was asking Jeremy to lay on the sofa with a bag of crisps on his belly and eating the whole bag whilst a video game plays in the background. He admitted that he thought thereād be some lines to say but he happily just laid back and stuffed his belly. The director yelled cut and asked for Jeremy to come to his office. āEverything alright?ā Jeremy asked the director as he entered the office still in his costume. āJeremy my boy look at you. You look amazing. Thank you for your devotion to the projectā the director said placing his hands on the sides of Jeremyās belly. Jeremy couldnāt help but feel proud of his gain. āYou see though. When envisioning the character we thought he would be well fatter. Heās a really lazy greedy character and you just look a bit chubby. We want some really mass on you.ā Jeremy was a little taken a back. He felt like a lard arse already but maybe this wasnāt enough. āAlright then. Iāll erm gain some more for you then.ā
āAmazing thank you Jeremy. You are gonna be one big star one day!ā Jeremy walked back to his hotel room his belly rumbling. He plopped him self down on his bed. He caught a glimpse of him self in the mirror opposite his bed. He pulled off his shirt and looked at his bulging belly, the rolls that replaced his abs. He had never thought heād get this fat but now he was gonna have to get fatter. He called for room service and huge trolly of food came to his room. Heās gonna enjoy these next few months of stuffing.
Every month Adam came round to check on Jeremy and make sure he was making progress. He would make Jeremy strip down and show his fat body. He took measurements of every part of his expanding body.
āWow you really are packing on the pounds huh big guy?!ā Adam said patting Jeremyās belly. āI just need this role Adam. Iāve gotta show Iām serious about this. Plus itās not hard being a lazy slob all the time anywayā Jeremy walked over to the trolly of food and stuffing in a burger. āWell you sure are a lazy slob.ā Jeremy looked around at Adam as he said this. āSee you next month chubs!ā Adam walked out of his hotel room. Thatās when Jeremy felt the hot pulse of horniness in his tight underwear. Did he enjoy Adam fat shaming him? Something about being called a lazy slob and chubs made his dick stand to attention. Maybe this fat body wasnāt bad at all. In some ways itās actually better maybeā¦
A year had passed Jeremy never stop eating. He never did exercise. And never wanted to lose the weight. He awoke one morning and pulled on a tight white vest and his usual white briefs. He looked at him self. His round fat gut was huge now and hung out of his white vest. His underwear barely fit his fat figure now. He pulled up a photo of him self from last year and was so pleased to see how his body had changed. What a lard arse he had turned into. He remembers being told about this role and vowing to lose the weight after he finished but. Kw he was this huge, he never wanted to go back to his fit old self. If anything he wanted to be bigger. That evening filming started for the film. Every scene had Jeremy stuffing and eating him self silly. For months the director had him stuffed with food on camera. He had very little lines and spent the whole time being a hog on set. All this pigging out lead to him to gain even more weight and by the end of filming, the old fit boy had transformed into a huge round lard filled fatty.
Jeremy!! So good to see you big guy!ā Adam came in on the last day of filming. He was met with the sight of a morbidly obese Jeremy. āYou look huge!ā Adam said as he hugged the greedy actor and placed hands on his belly. āAdam what actually is this film? All Iāve done is eat and be a fat pig for months. Why is that?ā Jeremy said with a grin looking at Adam who had his hands on Jeremyās fat gut. āOh you see I was gonna say but I just kept forgetting. You see thereās a load of people who really enjoy seeing fit men get fat so me and the director thought youād be perfect. Weāve been filming you for well over a year as youāve grown into the man you are today. Itās like a documentary all about how youāve turned into such a huge hog. And itās gonna be a smash hit!ā
Jeremy looked at Adam and couldn't help but smile. āYou better sign me up for the sequel to this film then Adamā
āDonāt worry. The presale for this movie is already insane so youāll be back. Youāll be along side Tom Holland as well next time!ā āOh I canāt wait to see how that goesā¦ā
Based on the recent images Iāve posted on Jeremy Sumpter I decided to write a story with some images along side them. Hope you guys enjoy this story of the growing actor. Hopefully his fame will out weight him one day!
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The Devil at Your Window |6: A Clarifying Moment|
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader Word count: 4k [Series Masterlist]
Warnings/Tags: 18+; fluff, flirting, sexual tension, light angst, pining, eventual smut, identity reveal, and lots of black suit Matty
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Startling on the couch as the oven timer beeped behind you, the noise interrupted you from the romance novel you'd been absorbed in for most of the evening. You earmarked the page you hadn't yet finished before leaning over and setting the book aside on your coffee table. Reluctantly rising from your cozy place on the couch, you tossed your blanket off and were immediately met with the faint chill of your apartment.
Breathing in the sweet, delicious scent of chocolate that was currently permeating its way through your place, you stepped around your couch and headed into the kitchen. Tonight you'd decided to pull out the boxed brownie mix youād had in a cabinet and bake this evening as a comfort to yourself. Partly because doing something with your hands calmed you, and partly because you were craving something sweet to indulge in after the confusing day youād had.Ā
You'd been in an unusual mood today ever since your coworker, Stephanie, had once more mentioned the idea of setting you up on a date with one of her friends at lunch earlier. You hadn't been able to shake that weird feeling that had since been growing in your gut. Though today wasn't the first time that she had mentioned setting you up with her friend, Dylan; she had mentioned him a few times to you over the past couple of months.Ā
Admittedly DylanĀ hadĀ sounded like someone you'd be interested in meeting from what she had told you about him, but you'd always been far too nervous to ever agree to let her give him your number. For weeks there had often been a part of you that regretted not just letting her because you'd long grown tired of coming home to an empty apartment night after night. You always wished that you had someone in your life who'd be here when you returned, someone to spend your weekends and evenings with. Someone instead of just the fictional characters in your books and television shows. But you were also tired of all the failed first dates you'd gone on, too. And a part of you was afraid that's exactly how things would end up with Dylan.
But Stephanie had also first mentioned Dylan to youĀ beforeĀ the Devil of Hellās Kitchen had fallen onto your fire escape during that snowstorm. And since then you had gone and stupidly formed a crush on him. Which had left you conflicted about the whole situation now. Did you accept a date with Dylan and potentially risk ruining whatever the hell was going on with you and the Devilāwhich seemed like it was mostly a whole lot of nothing at the moment. Or did you decline what could possibly be something worthwhile just for theĀ possibilityĀ that the strange masked vigilante could actually be a potential love interest for you? Though you were certainly aware of how ridiculous just thinking that sounded considering you had no idea who the Devil even was, what he looked like, or what he did outside of committing illegal acts of vigilantism most nights while apparently not feeding himself.Ā
Grabbing the oven mitts from off of your countertop beside the stove with one hand, you reached your other hand out to turn off the timer and silence the incessant beeping of your oven. Slipping both oven mitts onto your hands, you bent down and opened the oven door before reaching inside and carefully retrieving the tray of brownies. Pulling them out, you set them on top of the stove to begin cooling.Ā
Even now as you slid the oven mitts off of your hands and turned off the oven, you could feel that odd feeling continuing to gnaw at your insides. Truthfully you knew the logical thing to do was to just give Dylan a chance. You probably should just finally set up a date with him and see what happened. Maybe things would work out and maybe they wouldn't.Ā
But even as you thought that, the masked man's smiling mouth appeared in your mind and your stomach twisted into knots while your heart simultaneously beat a little erratically in your chest. The thought of accepting a date with someone elseāsomeone that wasnāt the curious and charming Devilāalmost made you feel sick to your stomach. Which was absolutely idiotic and ridiculous. Especially because you hadnāt forgotten his comment about not wanting a relationship from the very first night youād met him. You recalled how heād said that a significant other would be a liability and a distraction. Which to you meant that the likelihood of something happening between you both, despite him seeming to constantly flirt with you, was slim.Ā
Yet still you found yourself clinging to hope with both of your desperate hands.
The resoundingĀ tap tap tapĀ of three sharp knocks from behind you drew you straight from your thoughts. Tossing the oven mitts in your hands onto your counter, you spun around in your kitchen, craning your neck to peer out of your window from where the sound had come. Not surprisingly, the Devil was standing on your fire escape and grinning back at you through the glass.Ā
The sight of him had your stomach pathetically somersaulting inside of you. You were so excited to finally see him for the first time this week that you didnāt even bother fighting the smile that had hastily spilled its way across your lips.
āApparently you only need to think of the Devil for him to appear,ā you quietly whispered to yourself.Ā
As you began making your way over towards him, you saw his head tilt to the side, the smile growing even wider on his mouth. Though the closer you neared to the window, the more you were able to spot the blood smeared along the lower half of his face just below the black fabric of his mask. Concern quickly replaced the excitement youād initially felt at the sight of him, your feet hurrying you faster towards the window.Ā
Unlocking it in a rush, you shoved the window all the way up and stepped to the side so the Devil could climb into your apartment. A cold burst of air flew inside as you watched him bend down, your arms quickly wrapping around your chest to keep warm.
āAre you alright?ā you asked anxiously.Ā
The Devil began to slip his way through the windowās opening, but as he moved with ease through the small gap, your eyes curiously landed on what he was carrying. A bouquet of white and pink lilies. You pulled a face at the sight of them, brows furrowing together in absolute confusion. Why was the Devil running around with a bouquet of flowers tonight?
āPerfectly alright,ā the Devil answered, drawing your attention back to his masked face. āWhy do you ask?ā
You watched as he straightened up, shooting you a wide, blood-stained smile. Grimacing at the grisly sight, you shook your head before turning and closing the window after him. The howling of the wind quieted, though the bitterness of the winter night lingered in your apartment.Ā
āBecause your face is covered in blood,ā you said, turning back around and pointing a finger at him. āIt looks like your nose was bleeding.ā
The Devil raised his free hand up, his gloved fingers dabbing at his nose which was still mostly hidden by the material of his mask. Shrugging his shoulders, his hand lowered back to his side as his attention returned to you.
āMustāve stopped,ā he replied. āThough admittedly someone did manage to hit me in the face tonight. Was actually part of the reason why Iām a bit later stopping by than Iād planned. And why these,ā he said, extending the bouquet of flowers out towards you, your eyes widening in shock at the gesture, āare probably looking a little worse for wear now. Had to stop a mugging on my way to come see you, which wasnāt part of the plan, either.ā
Standing there in absolute stunned silence, your eyes were glued to the bouquet of lilies. Admittedly a few of them did look a little battered, but overall they were beautiful. You could smell the fragrant scent of them over the strong smell of brownies coming from your kitchen. But you had no idea how to even react to the bouquet that he was offering you, and your lack of response was seemingly becoming apparent to the Devil judging by the way his smile faltered along his lips.
āIāI donāt understand,ā you finally stammered out. āFlowers? You brought flowers forā¦me?ā
The Devilās head tilted to the side, his smile gradually slipping off his face. Though his hand with the bouquet remained outstretched towards you, your eyes still very much focused on them in confusion. Did you dare to hope they were meant as some sort of romantic gesture from him? That maybe heād planned to stop by and possibly ask you out on a date tonight? Maybe heād finally tell you exactly who he was? Let you see his face? You felt your excitement flooding through your body at just the thought of that.Ā
āOf course theyāre for you, angel,ā he said, his usual charming smile returning. āTheyāre a thank you. For that Devilās Pantry you set up earlier this week.ā
Immediately your heartāwhich you hadnāt even realized had begun beating frantically in ecstatic hopefulness at that nickname uttered from his beautiful mouthāstuttered in your chest before slowing back down as the rest of what heād said registered in your ears. Of course thatās why heād brought you flowers, it was the only reason that wouldāve made sense.
āOh,ā you breathed out. āUh, well thank you, but you really didnāt need to do that.ā
Something about the slight twitch to the corner of his bloodied lips and the shifting of his head caught your eye. You wondered what face he was making behind his mask as you cautiously reached out and accepted the bouquet from his hand. Not for the first time you found yourself wishing that you could see his full expression instead of so much black.Ā
āI wanted to thank you,ā he told you. āNot many people think about me like you do. Worry about me.ā With a chuckle he added, āĀ OrĀ my kidneys.ā
You laughed half-heartedly, still trying to recover from having stupidly misread the flowers as you turned and made your way into the kitchen in search of something to use as a vase. You didnāt often receive flowers, which meant you didnāt have an actual vase on handāsomething you were currently feeling a little embarrassed about and hoping he wasn't judging you for.
āWell you really should be drinking more water,ā you told him, eventually pulling out a large glass from a cabinet. āYouāre going to have kidney damage before you know it.ā
āPretty sure thereāll be worse things happening to me before then,ā he joked back. āConsidering how I spend my evenings, just having both kidneys still intact already sounds like a win.ā
You rolled your eyes at him, bringing the glass over towards your faucet and filling it with water. When it was half filled, you turned off the faucet and slipped the bouquet into the makeshift vase, pausing to admire the pretty flowers. Briefly youād wondered why heād picked lilies, but the thought quickly vanished when your eyes caught sight of a few specks of blood splattered along some of the petals. The Devilās blood, you guessed.Ā
Turning, you set the flowers down on your kitchen counter before your attention returned to the Devil. He was still standing beside your window and silently watching you. With the light from your living room shining on him, you could more clearly see the blood covering the lower half of his face. You winced at the sight.
āWhat?ā he asked. āSomething wrong?ā
āJust that you have a lot ofāā you paused, gesturing a hand towards your mouth, āāblood still on your face. Would you mind if maybe Iā¦helped you clean that up? Make sure your nose really did stop bleeding?ā
For a moment the masked man stood there, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet as if he was contemplating your offer. Eventually he slowly nodded.
āI suppose so,ā he answered.Ā
āAlright, let me just grab a wash cloth or something,ā you told him, exiting your kitchen and making your way past him. āYou can make yourself comfortable on the couch if youād like.ā
As you headed down the short hallway and into your bathroom, you heard the strangely light sound of his footsteps in those heavy boots of his. You assumed heād done exactly what you'd suggested and sat down.Ā
Once in the bathroom, you bent down and opened the cabinet beneath your sink, your eyes scanning the towels you had stored in the small space. Finding a navy blue hand towel that looked dark enough to not show a permanent bloodstain, you pulled it out before closing the cabinet door and standing back up. Turning on the bathroom faucet, you gave the water a few seconds to warm up before you wetted the fabric of the towel. Afterwards, you wrung out the extra water before leaving the bathroom and making your way back down the short hall towards your living room.Ā
You found the Devil sitting on your couch just as you'd expected. As you approached him, you noticed how his masked head appeared to track your movements, following each of your footsteps towards him through the room. For some reason his gaze so closely focused on you had you feeling exceptionally self-conscious, a shudder running down your spine. But you also noticed a spark of something youād never quite felt before shoot through you like wildfire. You realized that youĀ likedĀ the intensity of his gaze on you. Probably more than you should have considering his face was half-covered in his own blood.
Lowering yourself onto the couch beside him, you bit your lip as you tucked your legs up underneath yourself on the cushion. Resting an elbow on the backrest of the couch, you turned and faced him completely. Heād moved a little towards you in turn when youād settled down, his masked face shifting towards you. Hesitantly you reached your left hand out, though it immediately hovered in the space between you both, your fingers mere inches from his face. His head canted the smallest fraction to the side at your hesitation.
āIs it alright if I lift the mask just enough to uncover your nose?ā you asked, your voice softer than youād intended. āI promise I wonāt lift it any higher.ā
The Devil's lips curled faintly upwards at your question before he nodded once.
āI trust you,ā he answered in his deep voice.
Something about him so casually stating that he trusted you had your tongue darting out to nervously wet your lips, your heart thudding a little more loudly in your own ears. Left hand closing the remaining distance between you both, you gingerly grasped the black fabric of his mask between your thumb and index finger, very aware of how intimate this feltāespecially as your fingers brushed against the skin of his cheek. The moment felt almost as intimate as the time youād undressed him from his wet clothes and kept him warm while heād been meditating in your apartment. You figured not many peopleāif anyāhad ever been allowed to so easily touch his mask. And yet here you were, raising it just a few centimeters to reveal a fraction more of his bloodied nose so that you could clean that blood from off of him.Ā
Briefly you held your breath as you raised the mask, too focused on the slow reveal of a little more of this mysterious man's face to do much else. Though you didnāt dare push your luck with raising it any higher than the marginal bit you had once the bottom of his nose was no longer covered. Reluctantly your fingers released the fabric and your left hand gently came to rest along his neck, just below his jaw, in an attempt to balance yourself as you leaned forward towards him. Reaching your thumb up to the underside of his chin, your finger carefully tilted his face at a better angle. Carefully you began to clean off the blood along the bottom of his nose with the damp towel in your other hand.Ā
You were thankful that the blood washed off his skin fairly easily and required minimal effort of scrubbing on your part as the Devil sat quiet and still beneath your hands. Because truthfully as you worked, your mind was focused on his skin beneath your left hand, finding it hard to believe that you were touching such a vulnerable spot on his neck. It was taking every ounce of your energy to stay focused on your taskāas it usually seemed to be whenever you helped the Devil like this. It didn't help that you couldn't see his eyes beneath the mask, making you wonder if he was as focused on you as you were on him.
When you'd finally cleaned his nose, you began to wash the blood from beside his mouth next. While you worked, you noticed that his lips had visibly parted just enough for you to feel the warm breath passing between them. As each of his exhales brushed over the back of your knuckles, you felt yourself becoming a little lightheaded. That's when you suddenly realized justĀ howĀ close you'd ended up leaning in towards him on the couch.Ā
Your eyes darted up, your pulse increasing when you saw that masked face mere inches from yours. Accidentally losing your balance when youād tried to shift backwards and put some space between you both, you instead almost fell forward into his lap on the couch cushion you were both sharing. It was the Devilās gloved hand darting up in response, landing on your hip and easily steadying you, that kept you from tumbling right into him. Though for some reason his hand hadn't just steadied you, it had pulled you back in towards him once he'd helped you regain your balance. And then heād left it there.Ā
Trying to calm your heart that was still thundering loud in your own ears, your eyes focused on his mouth as you took a deep breath in. The sight of his plush lips just within your reach was making it difficult for you to think about anything elseālike cleaning off the rest of the blood along his stubbled chin. At this point, heat wasn't just creeping up your neck at how embarrassing this all was, but also at the fact that your hand had somehow come to rest along his cheek. It didn't help that his large gloved hand was still gripping your hip and keeping you close.
āSorry,ā you muttered awkwardly.
The corner of his lip twitched before his expression became unreadable once more.Ā
āDon't worry about it, angel,ā he replied in his gravely tone.Ā
Forcing yourself to return to your task, your hand on his cheek tilting his face once more, you finished gently cleaning off the blood from the rest of him. Though the air still felt tense and charged with something impossible to ignore as you drew the bloodied blue towel away from the Devilās face. Staring back at him, your eyes couldn't resist memorizing the bit of his nose that youād revealed a bit ago. You didn't often get to see much more of his face, so you wanted to take full advantage of your current opportunity. But inevitably your gaze dropped lower and you found yourself once more mesmerized by his still slightly parted lipsāthe same lips that often haunted your dreams lately. Tempted to trace the line of them with a finger, your thumb on his cheek slid closer to his mouth entirely of its own accord. His own hand immediately squeezed your hip in response. You froze instantly.
You'd thought about a moment like this occurring between you both far too often lately. A moment where he'd let his guard down after all of those teasing flirtatious comments youād endured, one where he actually let you in. A moment when he'd stop messing around with you and just finally kiss you. Because right now youĀ sworeĀ you could feel something in the air between you both, swore that he'd even leaned in closer towards you. And his damn hand was still on your hip long after he had used it to steady you, even drawing you closer to him with it.Ā
There was something going on here. ThereĀ hadĀ to be. If there wasn't, why did he keep giving you all these signals otherwise? Bringing you flowers as a thank you? Letting you take care of him? Repeatedly showing up at your place and considering it somewhere safe for him? With the way you acted around him, heĀ hadĀ to know you were attracted to him.Ā
But before anything more could happen, the Devilās hand quickly released your hip and simultaneously crushed your hopes. He loudly cleared his throat, his hand reaching up instead to lower the mask back over his nose as he turned his face away from you. Your hand fell from his cheek, embarrassment further burning through you at the obvious rejection. Lips pressing together, you quickly slid away from him on the couch and rose to your feet.Ā
āThank you,ā he said, voice tense.
āOf course,ā you replied, eyes on your feet as you maneuvered around your coffee table. āCouldn't have you wearing your blood while you were here. I'm just going to rinse out this towel and then I can grab you some water.ā Hurriedly making your way down the short hallway towards your bathroom, you said over your shoulder, āI made brownies if you want some.ā
āI know,ā the Devil called back. āI could smell them from half a block away.ā
Stepping into your bathroom, you paused in front of the sink, your hand hovering over the faucet. Your reflection in the mirror stared back at you as your brows knitted together at his comment. That was yet another odd thing for him to say. With a shake of your head, you turned on the faucet and began to rinse his blood from the towel, too preoccupied thinking about what had just transpired in your living room to make sense of the strange things he sometimes said.Ā
As you stood there watching your sink run red from the Devilās blood, you felt your stomach drop at what had just happened between you bothāor rather, whatĀ hadn'tĀ happened.Ā Why had he ended the moment like that? Was it because he didn't feel the same way? Or because he believed having someone in his life really would just be a distraction and liability that he didn't want? Because you found it hard to believe that he hadn't feltĀ somethingĀ after that near kiss on your couch, even if right nowĀ youĀ just felt rejected and embarrassed.Ā
Glancing up at your reflection in the mirror while you continued to rinse his blood from the towel, you released a sigh. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to give Dylan a chance after all. Maybe going on a date with a man who actually gave you his name and let you see his face was the best thing for your heart right now instead of pining after the mysterious vigilante who was fast beginning to feel too far out of your reach despite him currently sitting on your couch.Ā
Turning off the faucet, you wrung out the hand towel once more. Making up your mind, you decided that you'd finally tell Stephanie at work tomorrow to give Dylan your number. You'd agree to that first date once and for all.
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Teen Villain Alliance Chapter 6
When Fenton had given Damian his task of attending classes and picking a team, he hadnāt expected to start enjoying it.Ā
Which was a miscalculation on Damianās part. Damian had always enjoyed learning; his mother had been indulgent with what he learned as a child, sending tutors in everything that caught his interest, from art to world history to veterinary medicine. It wasnāt until his education in assassination began in earnestāaround his 7th birthdayāthat his interests were stifled. And when heād been sent to live with Father, it ground to a halt.
It took months for Father to deem him ātamedā enough to introduce him to the public, and even then he wasĀ not allowed an education. While Damian was grateful that he wouldnāt endure public schooling, Father didnāt even allow tutors on the premises. Instead, Damian attended āonline schoolā which consisted of video lectures and multiple choice quizzes on topics heād covered years ago. In addition to the online school, he had daily lectures on āethicsā and āsocietal normsā from either Pennyworth or Grayson, neither of which were experts in the area. Heād asked.Ā
The TVA was different. Better, if he were honest, but heād never admit it aloud. The teachers were ghosts, experts in their fields. Who else could say that they learned chemistry from Maria SkÅodowska-Curie, or battle tactics from the first Amazonian, Pandora? The ghosts around him were not stuck in the past, nor apathetic to life on earth; instead, they kept learning, kept evolving, with a careful eye on the world outside the Infinite Realms.Ā
And despite himself, Damian even enjoyed having classmates. No class was largeāmost didnāt have more than 10 students per teacherāand many classes involved a debate aspect that allowed them to get to know each other. Just the other day, Damian had spent over an hour discussing the methods for creating a locked door murder with Shadowblade, a 14-year-old ninja from Japan.Ā
There was no competition, with the exception of combat classes. In the League, and at Wanye Manor, he was always competing. To be the best so he wouldnāt be replaced, to be strong to live up to the name of Al Ghul. Competing for Fatherās attention, his approval, over the ingrates that make claims to a birthright that is not their own. With Grayson, Todd, Cain, Drake; each of them stronger, faster, better trained, better behaved.Ā
Trusted.Ā
Was it any wonder that Damian had jumped at the chance to prove himself?
Dr. FentonāDanny, the man had insistedātrusted him. He wanted Damian to lead his team in the field. In his hand was a list of all the members he would work with, and the paper was tacky with sweat. Taking a deep breath, Damian knocked on the door to Fentonās lab.Ā
After a few minutes, Fenton opened the door. He looked frazzled, hair astray and lab-coat half on. āDamian!ā He said, smiling brightly. āI wasnāt expecting you, come in! I just reached a good stopping point for my latest project.ā He invited Damian into the lab. āWhat can I help you with?ā
Damian held out his list. āThese are the four members of the TVA that I thought will work best as your infiltration squad.ā Heād thought long and hard about who had the skills to join and, more importantly, who he could tolerate working directly under him.Ā
Fenton smiled. āThatās great! Have you started talking to them? Making friends?ā
ā...Some,ā Damian decided on, thinking back to Shadowblade. āEveryone on that list has skills or abilities that would enable easy information gathering. I have yet to approach them though; I thought youād prefer to determine if Iāve made the right choice.ā
āFantastic! Iāll give them to Jazz in a bit, see if thereāll be any conflicts. Howās everything going for you? Have you enjoyed all your classes?ā
Damian nodded, but looked away. There was another reason why he was here. āMay Iā¦ ask you something? Iāve encountered a conundrum that I could use advice for.ā
āOf course! Iām always willing to ask. But if I may ask, why donāt you ask Jazz? Sheās mentioned that she hasnāt seen you in her office once, and she gives fantastic advice.ā
Damian made a face. āI see no reason to submit myself to brainwashing when I am already a loyal member of this organization. Thereās no need for me to attend.ā
Dannyās eyebrows rose. āOkay, weāll come back to that eventually. But whatās bugging you, Damian?ā
Damian swallowed. Suddenly, all the anger from the thought of therapy drained out of him and he sagged. āIs itā¦ bad? That I am happier now than I was before?ā
āWhat do you mean?ā Danny asked, leading Damian over to a couch near the entrance of the lab. It was clearly a recreational space, with a gaming system in front of a TV. Damian sat beside him as he considered his words.Ā
āIā¦ enjoy my time here. I like it more than Iāve liked anywhere else. And I should not. I shouldnāt be enjoying this life while leaving the people who raised me behind. My mother, my grandfatherāthis feels like a betrayal.ā His father would be so disappointed in him if he learned how affected these villains made Damian.Ā
Dannyās face softened. He took in a deep breath, turning in his seat to face him. āI can understand that. Did something similar to my folks when I joined Phantom, you know.ā
ā...Really?ā No one knew about the Wolves' pasts. Many of his fellows speculated, but no one knew for sure. The top theory for Fenton was that he was a mad scientist on the run from the government.Ā
āYeah.ā Danny nodded, glancing down for a moment before meeting Damianās gaze. āWhen I was your age, I... betrayed my parents too. Not in the same way as you, but... my parents were ghost hunters. They spent their lives teaching me and my sister that ghosts were dangerous, evil. And for a long time, I believed them. But then they built a portal to the Ghost Zone, and ghosts starting coming through, and Phantom happened, andā¦ā He looked away, swallowing. āI realized how wrong they were.ā
He paused, gauging Damianās reaction. The boy was listening, quiet but intense.
āI ended up siding with the very things they want to destroy,ā Danny continued. āThey want to indiscriminately massacre an entire species. They even co-authored a law that makes it legal to experiment and execute ghosts in American territory.āĀ
āWhat?ā Damian couldnāt believe what he was saying. There couldnāt be a law that so blatantly breaks the Metahumans Protection Act, right? The Justice LeagueāFatherāwould never stand for it.Ā
āItās true,ā Fenton said, as if to counter Damianās thoughts. Damian boosted his mental shields just in case Fenton was a telepath. āThereās a whole government organization dedicated to āresearchingā ghosts. Of course, theyāre more interested in dissecting them.ā Damian shuttered. āSee? Itās clear that theyāre in the wrong in this instance. That helps me some, when I keep thinking about how I betrayed my parents. But even knowing I was doing the right thing, it still hurts. Sometimes the people who are supposed to protect us and put us first end up hurting us the worst.ā
Fenton placed a hand on Damianās shoulder. āYouāre a good kid. Youāre so smart, and you have so much potential. But what your grandfather did to you was wrong. What your mother did was wrong. And you have every right to distance yourself from any situation where you feel unsafe.ā
Damian looked away. āThey were just trying to make me stronger,ā he muttered.Ā
āWould you ever do what they did to someone else? Even to make them stronger?ā
Damianās lips pressed into a thin line, his mind swirling with memories of training, the endless demands for perfection, the blood on his hands. He thought about how much he had been shaped by the League, how much he had been forced to be something he hadnāt chosen. And then there was his father. He had felt so out of place, constantly trying to meet expectations he didnāt fully understand, let alone agree with.
āNo,ā Damian whispered, the answer clear. āI wouldnāt.ā
āThen thereās your answer,ā Danny said, smiling gently. āIt doesnāt matter what they wanted for you. Youāre not betraying them by living a better life or by choosing a path they wouldnāt have chosen for you.ā
Damian stayed quiet for a moment, absorbing Dannyās words. A small weight lifted from his chest. He didnāt need to feel guilty for enjoying this lifeāthis better lifeāaway from the constant pressure of the League, or from the expectations of his father.
Danny leaned back again, folding his arms behind his head, the familiar goofy grin returning. āAnd hey, for what itās worth, I think youāre doing pretty awesome here. You kicked butt in those combat drills last week.ā
Damian flushed, suddenly embarrassed. āYou saw those?ā
āYup,ā Danny popped his lips, grinning smugly. āSam and Phantom are so jealous youāre on my team instead of theirs. Theyāre planning to poach you, but I trust that youāll dismiss their bribes.ā
A small, rare smile tugged at Damianās lips.
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Be gentle, man!
Synopsis: You and the team go undercover to a dinner where high-profile guests are invited. You need to acquire vital information while acting posh at the same time. Good lord, help you all.
Relationship: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader, Task Force 141 x F!Reader
Word Count: 1,519 (approx. 6-7 min reading time)
Notes:
This is the second (and final) part of the story but you can read it as a oneshot. Hereās Part 1 if youāre interested.
No warnings; casual read with platonic relationships.
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The Athenian Palace: Youāve heard of the place a few times, mainly through the news, but never had the chance to visit. And why would you? Are you the president of a country? A diplomat? A wealthy businessperson with significant influence over government decision-makers? No, you are just a soldier among the many considered expendables. Your duty is to protect your country with your lifeāthe same country that many attending the event have a vested financial interest in.
But today, everything is different. Today, youāre supposed to act like someone who comes from money.
For the past month, you and the rest of the team have undergone extensive training in formal dining, conversation, walking, and dancing. Everyone has adapted to their undercover personas somehow, except for Price, who couldnāt accompany you since heās been undercover in a similar instance some years ago and poses a threat to the mission if he gets recognised.
Gaz required the least training among the four of you. You havenāt yet determined if he was naturally suited for this role or if his assigned persona was more straightforward than the rest. Nevertheless, he seemed comfortable conversing about the tech industry and acting like James Sinclair, the alleged tech entrepreneur.
On the other hand, Soap was the complete opposite of Gaz. Your etiquette instructor, Lady Theodora, struggled to mould him, but he always found a way to break free. Eventually, she found the tipping point to channel Soapās extravagance to benefit the mission.
āWhat would you do if you were a trust fund child?ā She asked, to which Soap replied that he would be āpoised and allā but at the same time act ālike Paris Hilton in the 2000s.ā And thatās how Maxwell Vanderbiltāor āyou can call me Max,ā according to Soapāwas born: with a mohawk, a loose-fitting suit, and an unchallenged attitude. You hated to admit it, but he was the most authentic and convincing among the four of you.
As for you and your Lieutenant, you were still adjusting to your role as a couple, particularly with the required intimacy. Yet, with Lady Theodoraās help, you managed to get closer, even if that involved a few unorthodox ways of doing things. One day, for example, she duck-taped your hands together and ordered you to spend the entire day together. She taught you how to dance, touch each other in public, and show, without telling, how you and Ghostā or Sir Ethan K. Woodāwould infiltrate the facility and gather vital information as a couple.
He hated the name. āWhy should I pretend to be fucking Ethan?ā He asked, but Lady Theodora explained that it was a name forged by Laswell and she could do nothing about it. And when you told him you were named āConstanceā, he spitted out his drink and immediately became grateful to Sir Ethan K. Wood.
Arriving in a Maserati Levante, you were greeted by a team of three people, two opening your doors and one guiding your hand as you stepped out of the car.
You wrap your arm around Ghost and approach the entrance.
As you walk through the imposing double doors, the room reveals itself in all its gloryāa high ceiling decorated with murals stretch towards the heavens. The ballroomās walls are draped in exquisite fabrics of gold and burgundy while crystal chandeliers cast a soft glow, illuminating the space and creating an inviting and elegant atmosphere.
The ballroomās focal point is a large dance floor. It invites guests to dance while a live orchestra, hidden in a corner, fills the room with melodies. Surrounding the dance floor, elegant tables decorated with crisp linens showcase elaborate floral centrepieces, while towering candelabras provide additional illumination.
You look at the guests; men wear tailored tuxedos, and women glide in flowing gowns and sparkling jewellery. Your gaze shifts to Ghost, who looks dashing in a three-piece navy suit, a matching tie, and a white handkerchief in his chest pocket.
āAre you ready, my dear?ā You ask with fake confidence.
āAh, my love,ā Ghost replies, āin for a penny...ā
ā... in for a fucking pound.ā
āLanguage, Constance.ā He corrects you sternly.
āApologies, darling.ā
You enter the crowd, mingling with the elite. Ghost introduces you as his wife, guiding you with a firm yet gentle touch on your back. Engaging in conversation, you discuss the land you supposedly own, the inflationāthat most people in the room are the direct cause ofāand collectively sorrow over the economyās current state. All this while sipping champagne from crystal glassware thatās worth more than your annual salary.
Among the guests, you spot Soap conversing with a group of Wall Street figures. He appears relaxed, holding a glass of whiskey with an orange peel garnish.
āAh, what can you do?ā You hear his Scottish accent echoing in the room. āItās a self-regulating market, after all.ā
Lots of things baffle you in this world. Soap, talking about self-regulating markets with a bunch of Golden Boys who nod and agree with him just added another paradox to your list.
āDarling,ā Ghost says, with his hand finding yours and interlacing your fingers, ādinner will be served shortly; let us find our table.ā
You approach your seats, and Ghost pulls out a chair for you. As you settle in, you look around at the surrounding tables, searching for familiar faces. Gaz, sporting a suit with no tie and fake glasses, is seated at the table next to yours and talks with the people around him.
The evening unfolds with a symphony of courses served with artistic precision. Each dish arrives like a work of artāa culinary masterpiece. You apply Lady Theodoraās training and indulge in the exquisite feast while engaging polite conversations. You observe and listen closely to the guestsā discussions, hoping to obtain any valuable information that might aid your mission.
With dinner concluded, everyone moved to the ballroom for the entertainment segment. Ghost discreetly signals for you to follow him. Excusing yourselves, you navigate the corridors of the Athenian Palace, with the music and chatter fading as you reach the server room.
āThis is it,ā Ghost whispers as he approaches the servers. āThe information we need should be here. You need to get to work.ā
You nod and navigate the complex digital landscape, leveraging your technical expertise to penetrate the encrypted files. Meanwhile, Ghost maintains a vigilant watch and stands guard, ensuring no unexpected disruptions throw a wrench into your plans. Each creak or distant voice makes him reach for the gun in his inner jacket pocket.
Minutes pass like hours. Suddenly, your face lights up.
āGot it!ā you shout, and Ghost brings a finger to his lips, urging you to keep quiet.
āGot it!ā You repeat, this time in a whisper.
āGood girl,ā he replies softly, ānow letās go find the others and get the fuck out of here.ā
You begin your return to the ballroom, but things feel strange this time. The calm conversations surrounding the place have turned to screams, and the music sounds somewhat different than when you left the hall.
Ghost puts a hand in front of you and stops you.
āWhatās going on, Constance?ā he asks, concerned.
āLetās find out, my love,ā you reply, loading the pistol strapped to your thigh.
You run through the corridors, but thereās no one thereāit sounds like everyone has gathered in the main hall.
Just before entering the ballroom, you compose yourself, adopting the poised stance Lady Theodora taught you. You enter the hall to uncover the reason behind the change in atmosphere.
Soap stands on a table in the centre of the ballroom, flipping his mohawk from left to right in sync with the rhythm of āMacarenaā, played by the orchestra. Ties are now worn as headbands, and champagne glasses have become shots.
Dumbfounded by the spectacle unfolding right before your eyes, you approach Gaz.
āGa-James, whatās the deal with all this?ā You ask while looking at Soap dancing on the table.
Gaz chuckles, adjusts his fake glasses, and points towards Soap. āThis fucking genius had a brilliant plan to create a diversion while you two were working your magic behind the scenes.ā
Ghost raises an eyebrow. āSo, this wholeā¦ thing is Soapās way of keeping the spotlight off us?ā
Gaz nods. āExactly, mate. Soap figured throwing a wild party would divert the securityās focus from their employerās safety.ā
You look at Soap, who has now started a conga line. āIf their employer is too drunk and occupied, they wonāt care about outside threats,ā you utter.
āIndeed,ā Gaz says, āthey have a whole other worry; their employer not getting any more shitfaced.ā
āThat audacious, brilliant motherfucker,ā Ghost shakes his head in awe, āhe just created the perfect cover for our mission.ā
Soap notices you looking at him and raises his hands triumphantly. He looks so proud of his achievement. He brings his thumbs to his chest and mouths something.
āWhat is he saying?ā You ask, confused.
Ghostās lips curve up, and he leans towards you.
āHe says,ā he whispers in your ear, ālike Paris Hilton in the 2000s.ā
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All of Me
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Jake āHangmanā Seresin x OFC/You
Summary: You find yourself bored at the beach on a rare day of R & R. Things get a lot more interesting when Jake runs into you (literally). One thing leads to another and you find yourself back at Jakeās for a steamy, fun filled night.
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Non-explicit smut, p in v, oral (f receiving), slight mentions of losing a spouse, alcohol use, etc.
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Relaxation has never been your forte.
Starting when you were a little girl; always having to sleep with one eye open to avoid your drug-addict momās unpredictable moods and the men she brought home. That unwanted attention only increased with age and the way you began to fill out your clothes which only fueled the resentment your mom had for you.
That resentment came to a head shortly after you turned 16 when one of her ļæ½ļæ½friendsā made a pass at you and she subsequently kicked you out. Because it was your fault, of course.
Your best friend's family had taken you in with open arms and while it was the first time you felt like you had a home, you couldnāt help but feel guilty that her parents had another mouth to feed and another body to clothe even with their constant reassurance.
So you put your head down and continued to work hard to graduate high school early with honors. You joined the Navy at 17 shortly after with nothing but a backpack and $368 to your name.
Boot camp wasnāt a walk in the park, nor was the next 12 years of medical school and residency. During that time you fell in love, married the love of your life, got pregnant, and then watched your husband wither away from a debilitating, aggressive disease to pass away shortly after the birth of your son.
With the help from your in-laws and best friend, Maggie, you were able to stay enlisted for the past 8 years as you had navigated being a single mother and widow while also pursuing and achieving your dream of becoming a doctor.
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Late last night you arrived home from an endless 6 (and hopefully your last) month deployment-a week earlier than expected. Normally coming back from deployments early is ideal, but your son, Drew, was at Disney with grandma and grandpa for a few more days.
So here you sit on the beach with a cold beer catching some rays while trying and failing to relax.
A rowdy group of guys playing some version of football down the beach keeps creeping closer with each play and the hot, sandy-haired quarterback keeps catching your eye. Heās peacocking for you; flexing and glancing your way. You pointedly ignore it and have to bite back your smile when he deflates.
It doesnāt stop you from sneaking peeks at his sweaty chest under the cover of your sunglasses though as you pull out the smutty book Maggieās been begging you to read.
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Just as youāre getting to the good part of your book, something flies over the top of you; a foot knocks the beer that was nearly to your lips down the front of your white coverup.
āShit! Iām so sorry,ā thereās an apology before heās even on his feet. āI didnāt see you ātill the last second.ā
Liar.
āItās alright,ā you reply, looking down as you try to soak up some of the liquid with your towel but itās no use; itās saturated with beer, and the wet fabric clings to your torso.
āSorry!ā One of his friends yells, likely the one who threw the football. āLet me buy you an apology drink?ā
āNo worries,ā you call back, glancing back down with a grimace. āIām good, but thanks anyway!ā
āWeāll meet you at the Hard Deck then,ā his friend calls before jogging over to the rest of the group already heading that way.
āI really am sorry,ā the culprit repeats. Your breath catches when you turn back to him. Heās even more good-looking up close, especially with that sheepish grin. Even though his eyes are hidden by his sunglasses, itās obvious heās checking you out. Your nipples are now standing to attention, pushing against your bikini top through the newly see-through fabric of your top. āI knew you were here but I hadnāt realized how close weād gotten. Are you sure I canāt buy you a drink?ā
āI was thinking about taking your friend up on the offer,ā you answer truthfully, ābut most of the bars around here have a strict āno shirt no service policy.ā
You know Penny wouldnāt care but still.
āIāve got more in the cooler though. You can have one if you get me one too,ā you wink before peeling off the soaking garment.
He swallows thickly as he watches before he shakes himself out of it. āYeah, sure. Thanks.ā
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āSo, I, uhā¦Iām Jake,ā he says, handing you a beer. āNice to meet you.ā
āLikewise, Iām Reese,ā you reply, shaking his hand after taking the bottle from him.
āLike the peanut butter cups?ā He asks with a cheeky grin as he sits beside you in the sand.
āWow,ā you deadpan before taking a pull of your beer. āNever heard that one before.āYou laugh at the dejected look on his face. āYes, like the peanut butter cups.ā
He laughs too, finally loosening up.
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It doesnāt take long for you to piece together that Jakeās younger than you and itās obvious that he has no trouble keeping his bed warm. He learns quickly that youāre not easily impressed and changes his tune, turning the conversation toward you. You keep it vague, telling him you work in healthcare when he asks, knowing some men are easily intimidated by your degree, and in turn, he tells you he works in aviation.
Your heart pinches more than once as the afternoon passes. Your late husband, Andrew, had taken you to the beach for your first date and Jake reminds you so much of him; the way he makes you laugh; the charming cockiness when he talks about flying, the way he flirts and strokes your ego just right.
You hope your ego isnāt the only thing getting stroked when the sun begins to set. A shiver works through you, making you miss its warmth.
āCold?ā He asks as he rubs his rough, calloused palm over your arm. More goosebumps rise at his touch.
āA little,ā you admit with a smile, but it quickly turns into a frown when you press your phone to check the time but it doesnāt light up. āShoot, my phone died. So much for calling an Uber.ā
āYou can charge it at my place if you want. Itās not far,ā he offers, brushing a strand of hair off your forehead.
āSure, thatād be great,ā you agree, knowing heās offering more than a charger.
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He learn he was definitely offering more than the phone charger.
You ache in places you forgot existed as you reach for your phone buzzing on Jakeās nightstand.
Jake was better in bed than you expected.
He was a little quick on the draw the first time he had you with your back pressed against his front door, but he surprised you by dropping to his knees after he came, not even bothering to take the condom off. Heād paused at the thin line marring your lower stomach and you held your breath as you waited for him to comment or kick you out but he surprised you again by kissing your c-section scar instead before feasting between your legs like a man starved.
While you showered the sand and sticky residue of the beer off, he had ordered pizza.
After, he invited you to his bed with the excuse that your clothes were still in the dryer (even though you had both hard the buzzer). Youāre not sure who fell asleep first, but you woke up a few hours later with his arms around you and his hard-on pressing against your ass.
You fell asleep after riding him, more relaxed than you had felt in years.
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You sit up as you read the messages from your son.
Drew: Mom!! Grandma and Grandpa said we could home early!
Drew: They said weād be home by 10 with our new flight.
Drew: Is that okay? I just missed you so much.
Drew: Mommmmm
Drew: Weāre boarding now.
Mom: I missed you too! Of course, itās okay! I canāt wait to see you. I love you so much.
You look at the time when your text fails to deliver, 9:18 AM.
Shit. Time to go.
Resisting the urge to whip off the covers and scramble, you slowly get out of Jakeās bed, not wanting to wake him.
Youāre quiet as you find your clothes in the dryer and gather your things.
Thereās a notepad and pen on the small table near the door and your heart stutters when you see the dog tags hanging next to his keys.
Lt. Jake āHangmanā Seresin
US Naval Aviator.
Well. He did say he was in aviation.
Your phone buzzes again and you quickly scribble a note before heading out the door.
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āReese?ā Jake murmurs, cracking his eyes open when he pats the bed, finding it cold.
āNo way,ā he mutters grumpily as he heads out of the bedroom to find the house empty and quiet.
The first woman heād felt anything for in years snuck out while he was sleeping.
An orange sticky note stuck to the door catches his eye and he walks over to read:
Sorry to run out-something came up and I had to get home. I have a feeling Iāll be seeing you again soon though, lieutenant.
Jake smiles despite himself at the smiley face you drew beside your name and sighs before heading back to bed.
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A/N: Wellllll hereās the first part! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it āŗļø
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Heyy
So, this is mostly just a fun timeline I made with little research backing it, but I thought it might be cool to share?
It goes through what historical events happened throughout Alastorās life that might have impacted him and sets the stage for what his life might have looked like. It does hinge quite a bit on US history, so I will also touch on parts of that for our friends who arenāt from the US and donāt know : D
Now keep in mind that this is more of just a list of fun facts that iāve shoved into a readable outline, than anything put together lol.
Alastor is said to be in his 30ās or 40ās when he died in 1933, this puts his year of birth at a rough range of 1890-1900. For the purpose of this timeline, I will be assuming that Alastor was born in the year 1902 because I want to. This would make him 31 at the time of his death.
In 1892, the supreme court ruled on Plessy vs Ferguson, which was what established the idea of āSeparate but Equalā <- (i'm assuming people know what that is and stuff, if you donāt know, feel free to ask, I can give more of a history lesson)
From 1900-1909, education past the 5th grade did not EXIST in New Orleans for black children. This is a large part of why I believe a birth year of at least 1900 would be more accurate for Alastor, as he would have been 7-9 (2nd-4th) when middle school (6th-8th) became available to him.
In 1917, McDonogh No. 35 High School became the first public high school for black teens. Alastor would have been 15 in my timeline. This means that he would have likely been out of school for a year under the assumption that he wouldnāt be able to go anymore. (There were a couple private schools, but those were Expensive!!)
1920: KKK reemerged in Louisiana <- (again, assuming people know the history on this, if you would like a quick history lesson, lmk!!)
In 1921, Alastor graduated! Yay!! He is now 19!
Now, a fun fact! Throughout all of this, radio has not existed as a Thing in New Orleans. Alastor would not have grown up listening to the radio. It would have been new tech for him!!
In 1922, the first radio station came to New Orleans!!! Itās called WWL and it runs ā¦ drumroll please ā¦ ADS!!! In an attempt to raise funds for Loyola University! Exciting, right? : D
By 1927, the Federal Radio Commission was established in an effort to help organize airwaves, which had become messy and disorganized from the abundance of unlicensed, random people broadcasting.
1933: Alastor dies D:
Also 1933, oddly enough, A newspaper somehow managed to get radio stations in New Orleans legally banned from airing news from the last 24 hours?????
An interesting note. This ban went through in the summer. Deer season is in the winter (Dec-Jan), so it was either banned 6 months before or 6 months after Alastorās death
1934: FRC is replaced by the Federal Communications Commission
This is pretty much all I have. I also am including some of the links to sources that I thought were interesting. Super open to discussions and questions lol. Hope someone enjoyed reading all this lmao
And also @nunalastor cause you seemed interested and I finally got everything together lol
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bayern munich frauen x lena oberdorf x reader
1/6, 2/6, 3/6, 4/6, 5/6, 6/6
summary: one of the girls at bayern has a crush on you, and isn't afraid to admit it
itās been a month since the hangout at georgiaās house, and your life in munich feels more settled than ever.Ā
youāve become closer to the bayern girls, attending their games whenever you can while still maintaining your own life outside of football. ceramics, ballet lessons, and even a tattoo session with georgia have kept you busy, and you love having this balance.Ā
georgia had tattooed a tiny sun on your footāyour first tattooāand though it hurt, you handled it like a champ, with sydney and sam cheering you on.
today, you find yourself at your usual cafĆ© with georgia, kathi, ana, and sydney. the warm aroma of coffee fills the air, and the chatter of other patrons creates a comfortable hum in the background.Ā
youāve been sitting here for a while, catching up and laughing, but somethingās been on your mind, and itās becoming harder to ignore.
sydney notices your silence first, nudging you gently with her elbow.Ā
"something on your mind, y/n?"
you glance around the table, realizing all of the girls are looking at you expectantly. you bite your lip, debating whether to bring it up, but you trust them. after all, theyāve been your closest friends for the past few months.Ā
"uh, yeah, actually," you start, fidgeting with your coffee cup.Ā
"do you guys thinkā¦ it would be ridiculous to ask if lena has a crush on me?"
thereās a moment of silence before the girls exchange amused, knowing looks. georgia smirks first, followed by kathi, who canāt quite hide her grin. ana raises an eyebrow, clearly interested, while sydney leans in with a playful glint in her eyes.
"oh boy," sydney says, sitting back in her chair.Ā
"why do you ask, y/n?"
you feel your cheeks heat up.
"i donāt know. sheās justā¦ really flirty with me. and i feel like iāve been developing a crush on her too. i donāt want to embarrass myself if she doesnāt feel the same."
georgia lets out a laugh, shaking her head. "you like lena?" she asks, her voice teasing but supportive.Ā
"soā¦ is that whatās been on your mind?"
you nod, feeling a little vulnerable now that itās all out in the open.Ā
"yeah, i meanā¦ over the past three months, iāve gotten to know all of you, but specifically lena. and sheās justā¦ sheās cute, you know? like, really cute. and flirty. however, i donāt want to misread things."
sydney leans forward, grinning.Ā
"oh, youāre not misreading anything. trust me."
"so, you think she likes me?" you ask, feeling your heart race as you search their faces for an answer.
georgia gives kathi a quick glance, as if deciding whether or not to spill something. kathi looks sheepish, but then she shrugs.Ā
"wellā¦ i donāt want to give too much away, but lenaās been planning on asking you out soon."
the table goes quiet for a second, and you blink, processing what kathi just said.Ā
"wait, what?"
"uh-huh," kathi says, a little more confidently now.Ā
"sheās been trying to figure out the right moment. guess i might have spoiled it."
the girls give kathi playful glares, and you canāt help but laugh at how serious they all seem about this.
"okay, but seriously," you say, feeling a little breathless now.Ā
"you guys think she likes me back?"
ana chuckles, shaking her head.Ā
"sweetie, you have no idea. lenaās been into you for a while now. we all see it."
georgia nods.Ā
"itās true. and youāre cute when youāre all flustered like this."
you laugh nervously, feeling the weight of their words.Ā
"so, what do i do? i mean, do i ask her out?"
sydney grins, practically bouncing in her seat.Ā
"hell yeah, you do! sheās into you, and youāre into her, so why not? just invite her over to your place. maybe cook her a nice dinner."
ana snorts. "just no naughty stuff," she jokes, winking at you.
"ana!" you laugh, shaking your head.Ā
"iām serious."
"we all are," georgia says, her tone softening.Ā
"you two would be great together. go for it."
you sit back in your chair, feeling the excitement and nervousness build in your chest.Ā
"okay," you say, nodding.Ā
"iāll ask her over for dinner."
the girls all cheer, clearly loving the moment, and you canāt help but smile at their support. as you finish up your coffee, your mind is already racing with ideas for how to ask lena.
that evening, you find yourself standing in your apartment, nerves bubbling in your stomach as you send lena a text asking if sheād like to come over for dinner.Ā
she responds almost immediately, saying sheād love to. you smile at her enthusiasm, feeling a little more confident.
you decide to cook chicken and rice, one of lenaās favorite meals that you remembered her mentioning over the phone a while ago. as the food cooks, you set the table, lighting a few candles to create a cozy atmosphere.Ā
when lena arrives, you open the door to see her standing there with a smile that makes your heart skip a beat.
"hey," she says softly, her eyes lighting up as she steps inside.Ā
"it smells amazing in here."Ā
"thanks," you say, closing the door behind her.Ā
"i remembered you said you liked chicken and rice, so i thought iād make it for us."
lena looks touched, her smile widening.Ā
"you remembered that? that was like a month ago."
you nod as you take her jacket off of her body, hanging up in your closet before leading her towards your dining room.Ā
you feel a little shy now, not realizing how much taller she is than you until now. the german had maybe three inches on you.Ā
"yeah, i guess i pay attention."
as the two of you sit down at the table, you try to keep the conversation light, but your mind keeps drifting to what youāre about to ask her. lena is as charming and playful as always, making you laugh with stories from practice and games, and the whole time, you canāt help but notice how comfortable she seems in your space.
after you both finish eating, you clear the dishes and sit back down, the candlelight flickering softly between you. you take a deep breath, knowing itās time to ask the question thatās been on your mind for weeks.
"lena," you say quietly, catching her attention.
"yeah?" she asks, looking at you with those bright, curious eyes.
"i have to ask you something," you begin, your heart racing.Ā
"do youā¦ have a crush on me?"
lena doesnāt hesitate for a second. she leans in, reaching out to gently pull you closer by your waist, her touch warm and sure.Ā
"yes," she says softly, her voice firm but tender.Ā
"i do."
you feel your breath catch as her hands rest against your waist, her fingers rubbing soothingly up and down. you meet her gaze, your eyes flickering between hers and her lips as she continues.
"iāve liked you for a while now," lena admits, her voice steady as she holds you close.Ā
"youāre kind, funny, smartā¦ youāve become such a big part of my life here. every time we hang out, i canāt help but feel drawn to you."
you swallow, your heart pounding as you listen to her. "really?" you whisper, still in disbelief.
"yeah," lena says, her thumb brushing lightly against your hip.Ā
"and iāve been trying to flirt with you for months, but i wasnāt sure if you felt the same way."
you laugh softly, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.Ā
"i think iāve been a little oblivious."
"maybe a little," lena teases, leaning in just a bit closer, her lips hovering near yours.Ā
"but iām glad you asked. because iāve wanted to tell you for a while now."
your heart races as you look into her eyes, the tension between you thick and charged. without thinking, you close the distance, pressing your lips to hers in a soft, intimate kiss.Ā
lena responds immediately, her hands tightening slightly on your waist as she pulls you closer, deepening the kiss just enough to make your head spin.
the kiss is slow, gentle, and full of all the emotions youāve both been holding back for months. your mind swims as you feel her lips move against yours, her warmth radiating through you.
it feels right, like everything has been leading up to this moment.
when you finally pull back, breathless and smiling, you notice maple, your cat, sitting on the couch, watching the two of you with disinterest.Ā
lena follows your gaze and laughs softly.Ā
"your catās judging us."
"maple always judges me," you say, still grinning.
lena brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, her smile softening.Ā
"soā¦ are we together now?"
you tilt your head slightly, meeting her eyes again.
"do you want to be?"
"absolutely," lena says without hesitation.Ā
"iāve wanted you to be mine for three months now."
you feel a rush of happiness wash over you as you nod, leaning in to kiss her again.Ā
"then itās official."
part five here
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Losing interest
Al-Haitham x gn!reader
-> IN WHICH Al-Haitham loses interest in you and you can't stand it anymore.
-> Wordcount: ~1.1k
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Alhaitham has lost interest in you. You knew that. He never confirmed this theory, but you noticed the hints.
Your lover never came home for dinner for the last few months. He's always late, always so late that even after 11pm he's not home. You spent days in your bed alone, even though you two were sharing it. Not even in the morning he had the time to greet you and say goodbye.
He just left. Without a word.
You two didn't have normal conversations either. When you do see him (which would be considered a miracle) he brushes you off. Saying you could talk later. You never did. You never will. He doesn't have time. He has more important stuff to do (What is more important than the love of your life?).
Through your pain you shrugged it off.
He's just stressed.
He doesn't mean it.
Soon everything will be like before.
It's okay, I'm overreacting.
It never did. Matter how much hope you had. It never got any better.
Even the most hopeless romantics lose hope someday.
"Can we talk? It's important." You try your best to communicate with your lover. You woke up before your usual routine just to have a chance of meeting him.
"Can it wait? I have to go to work." Alhaitham again brushes you off with his (now) usual monotone voice. Like he doesn't pay attention to a word you're saying. Just perceive that you're mentioning something not worth listening to.
"No it cannot-" You couldn't even finish your sentence as your partner has already left the house.
It took everything for you to not scream out of frustration. Instead, tears rolled down your face. Uncontrollable sobs escaped your mouth. You covered your eyes with both of your hands as you fell on your knees. What seemed like hours and hours with no end were probably only a few minutes. What happened?
Were you not enough?
Were you a burden?
Did you annoy him too much?
All these things did not matter anymore. You got a new job offer in Liyue a few months ago. Just as Alhaitham's weird behaviour started. You first hesitated. Why would you leave everything you had?
It took everything in you to finally accept the job offer. A break is what you need right now. A new country, a new area and maybe many new friends.
Who wanted you here in Sumeru anyway? It's not like you had any friends.
It was just you and Alhaitham.
Now it's just you and your pain.
Clearly, Alhaitham didn't want you here, so you being gone for a few months shouldn't hurt, right? You leave in 2 days. That's why you wanted to talk to Alhaitham today, but he seemed... busy.
You lay down on your bed and cried into your pillow. Hours passed and you haven't moved an inch. Not even to go drink or eat something. You just laid there and did nothing, but cry.
For the last 2 days you tried to talk to Alhaitham about your leave.
And for 2 days you failed to talk to Alhaitham about your leave.
It was just like the last months. Not one glance. Not one word. Not one conversation. Just you. Alone. Crying yourself to sleep.
You have packed your items for your trip and your transportation was just a short walk away. You didn't bother trying to tell Alhaitham about it.
He clearly doesn't care.
You closed your eyes. Took a deep breath and stepped out of your shared home.
Goodbye, Sumeru. I will see you in 6 months.
And hello Liyue. My new home for the next 6 months.
Alhaitham sighed in relief.
Finally.
He has been busy with so many different tasks and missions of utmost importance for the past months. As the Acting Grand Sage he had now new responsibilities which didn't make it easy for him. Especially after the whole chaos.
But now he was finished. Now he could spend some quality time with his lover. Oh, how he missed you.
He didn't want to tell you about it. He thought it would bring you unnecessary stress and worry. He didn't want that. He loves you with all his being and seeing you sad or mad makes his heart ache to the point it's unbearable. You, his precious angel.
He knew he had been neglecting you for the last weeks. He missed being near you as well. Your touch, your voice, your delicious cooking. Everything.
He was about to make it up to you with a nice date. He knew one date couldn't compensate for all the wrongs he did the past months. But he planned the best date you could even imagine. He even bought tickets for one of Nilou's shows. They were hard to get but Alhaitham knew you liked her so much and used his position and power as the Acting Grand Sage to get the VIP tickets.
"[Name]?" Alhaitham yelled through the house. "Sweetheart I'm home!" No answer.
The Sage looked confused. It was Saturday, you should be free.
Maybe you were asleep? Yeah, that's probably it. You looked very tired the last few times he saw you.
He quickly checked your bedroom. Empty. Weird. You would tell him if you had appointments or meet-up with friends. But you didn't...
In all his worries he asked Kaveh. His beloved roommate.
"Kaveh?" He knocked on the door. As he got permission to enter he opened the door.
"What?" Said roommate looked at him annoyed. Alhaitham however ignored that. It's nothing new between them.
"Have you seen [Name]? They aren't home and I'm quite worried." He announced his worries.
Kaveh stared at him blankly. "Are you serious?"
Alhaitham blinked in confusion. "... Yes? Have I missed a certain appointment today? Was it important?"
The architect couldn't believe it. Was he serious? You left to Liyue and Alhaitham didn't know? He didn't even notice?
"Alhaitham. You're telling me you didn't notice [Name] leaving about a month ago? A month?! Are you serious?!" Neither of them could believe what they were witnessing.
"W-What? [Name] left? Without telling me?" Why wouldn't you tell him? Have you perhaps forgotten him?
"Without telling you?! Are you hearing yourself? [Name] has been trying for weeks to get your attention, but you were oh so busy with work, that you completely neglected them! They left for Liyue about a month ago because they got a pretty good job offer. They tried to tell you but you were so dense you didn't care. Don't come to me and whine about how they didn't tell you because they tried. You can apologise to them in 5 months when they come back. If they even want to anymore." Kaveh scoffed and closed the door right in front of his face.
You left a month ago and he didn't notice?
You will come back in 5 months?
Part 2
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#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham#genshin impact#angst#reader#genshin#xreader#gender neutral reader#genter neutral#sumeru#kaveh#genshin impact angst
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Ok, Iāve been thinking about how pjo is a disability story and how wottg did such a horrible job handling it. Thereās been plenty said about how wottg equates Percyās poor grades, due to school struggles thanks to his ADHD and dyslexia, with his intelligence. I donāt feel like I need to elaborate more on that because plenty already have. Instead, I want to talk about Annabeth.
So in wottg (and cotg), we are constantly told that Annabeth excels in school. But when it comes to how her academic success correlates with her having ADHD and dyslexia, they're basically nonexistent. At most, they are brought up to show disbelief, as in "despite having both ADHD and dyslexia, Annabeth gets good grades, unlike Percy." Obviously, I'm summarizing, but that sentiment is expressed more than once. There's no talks on how Annabeth's disabilities effect her, but the original pjo books do make mentions of how she struggles. I feel like it's still important to actually show how having ADHD and dyslexia interacts in Annabeth's life. And this can be done in regards to Annabeth getting good grades!!
Just to expand more on ADHD before I get into everything. There are 3 subtypes of ADHD. When someone's diagnosed, it's not just ADHD, but also the subtype. These subtypes are as followed (also here's the DSM-5 criteria for ADHD if you're interested):
Predominately inattentive type -> when enough symptoms (6 or more) of inattention, but not hyperactivity-impulsivity, were present for the past 6 months
Predominately hyperactive/impulsive type -> enough symptoms (6 or more) of hyperactivity-impulsivity but not inattention were present for the past 6 months
Combined type -> when enough symptoms of both criteria inattention and hyperactivity-impulsivity were present for the past 6 months
With those in mind, it's important to note that research has found that girls are more likely to have the inattentive type of ADHD. Additionally, ADHD tends to be underdiagnosed in girls, and a potential explanation for this is differences in core symptomatic presentation between males and females. Research suggests that females are more disposed to internalized symptoms, such as inattentiveness and disorganization, and present with fewer symptoms of hyperactivity and other disruptive external behaviors. Males with ADHD are prone to more externalized hyperactive-impulsive symptoms, such as motor hyperactivity, rule-breaking and overt aggression, which results in greater likelihood of being identified and referred for clinical assessment (Morley & Tyrrell, 2023).
When it comes to academic performance, ADHD is significantly associated with poor academic functioning across the lifespan, from school readiness to going to university. However, there is evidence to suggest that females with ADHD do not present with academic difficulties until they reach higher education. Girls with ADHD may work harder at school to mask their symptoms and meet parent/teacher expectations. But, in higher educational settings, such as university, it becomes increasingly difficult to cope with the struggles of ADHD amongst other lifestyle changes, such as moving away from home and taking on greater personal responsibilities (Morley & Tyrrell, 2023).
The authors Iāve been referencing (Morley & Tyrrell) did research and they found that many of the symptoms which affected participants academic functioning correspond with the literature review of ADHD in university students presented by Sedgwick (2018), including inability to focus, easily distracted, boredom, and lack of motivation. However, despite struggling with these symptoms and despite the wealth of literature which suggests that ADHD is associated with poor educational outcomes, most participants in the study concluded by Morley & Tyrrell stated that they did not perform badly when they were at school (ages 5ā16).
I would like to briefly stop the academic talk and say that this is Annabeth. As far as weāve seen, she does good in school. Do I necessarily agree that Annabeth should get good grades? The answer is complicated. On one hand, I donāt care. On the other, Annabeth didnāt attend school from the age of 7 (when she ran away) to 12 (she went back, presumably, at 13 when she reunited with her dad). I would imagine CHB didnāt focus too much on keeping up with each camperās grade level, so Annabeth, by all accounts, would be missing fundamental years of schooling and it would be hard to catch up. All of that is beside the point. The point being, Annabethās ADHD doesnāt lead to poor academic performance which reflects the experience many girls with ADHD have.
Intense feelings of low self-esteem resonated throughout participantsā experiences. Poor self-esteem is very common amongst females with ADHD (Holthe & Langvik, 2017; Quinn, 2005), triggered by feelings of failure and ānot being good enough.ā Low self-esteem has a knock-on effect on an individualās social, academic, and psychological functioning. Participants explained that having low self-esteem negatively impacted many different aspects of their life, including body image, eating habits, confidence at school, romantic relationships, and close friendships (Morley & Tyrrell, 2023).
With all that being said, I do think there are ways to show how Annabeth's ADHD effects her, besides making a passing comment that she was it. In terms of school, it would be interesting to explore how entering higher difficulty course might make it harder for Annabeth to cope with the struggles of ADHD. Maybe have her struggle with time management and disorganization because of the increased work load. In classes that she isn't interested in, maybe she can be inattentive and miss out what the teacher is going over or what work is being assigned. If you don't want to go the academic route, Annabeth's ADHD can very easily impact her social and psychological functioning. While Annabeth is prideful (it's her fatal flaw after all), she could struggle with self-esteem, and it can correspond with her trying to measure up to what it means to be a child of Athena. As in, no matter how hard she tries, she feels like she is failing with her godly gifts. Socially, Annabeth might struggle to maintain relations with classmates and teachers, or she might have difficulties with group work. Even more so, to get back on the academic track, maybe Annabeth is good at masking her ADHD which makes it hard for her to get the help she needs from teachers because they underestimate the problem(s) she is having.
Anyways, this is all just suggestions on how Annabeth's ADHD might present, especially since Rick seems to dismiss her diagnosis. I would also like to see more of Annabeth struggling with her dyslexia because we do know that she has trouble reading thanks to The Lightning Thief. Attending a mortal school, like she is now, probably presents a lot more challenges for her when it comes to reading and writing since it's unlikely that SODNYC is handing out books and assignments in Ancient Greek.
Idk, I hope this gives something for people to think about in regards to Annabeth and ADHD. Granted, I am not a professional (hence all the sources) nor do I have ADHD, but ADHD presentation is males and females is just so interesting. I learned about the differences for the first time when I was a senior in high school when a classmate of mine did a presentation on the topic during my college writing class. Then when I was a sophomore in college, I took abnormal child psychology which went more in depth on ADHD. That's where I learned about the 3 subtypes and how girls more commonly have inattentive type. Also, in case you were wondering, combined is the most common type of ADHD. Anyways, that's it. That's my post.
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