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buckyalpine · 2 years ago

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Spiral

Bucky Barnes x teacher reader

Warnings: AANGST Arguments, mean Bucky, break up, make up, fluffff

listen, don’t eat me alive for this, I’ve been craving some angst (with a happy ending), the type that makes my chest itch so here we are. If this is too toxic for you and you only live for sunshine and rainbows and perfect communication, then this is not the fic for you. He gets mean because that’s what I wanted. So mean. I wanted to feel physical pain while reading. But then my hamster brain got exhausted to write more groveling. So don’t come at me about “she shouldn’t have taken him back, he should’ve begged and groveled more” He groveled.

You sighed, rubbing sleep away from your eyes, trying to get them to focus on the time on the clock.

2:57 AM

You stretched out some of the kinks from your neck after falling asleep on the couch, reaching for your phone and squinting at the bright screen, all your calls and texts left unanswered. He didn’t respond to one. You sat up hearing the lock click open, some of your anxiety melting away hearing the thud of his bag hit the floor.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah” He toed off his boots and shrugged off his jacket, heading straight for the bedroom without even looking your way, his shoulders heavy from exhaustion. You followed him to your shared bedroom, taking his bag from him and unpacking it while he stripped his clothes off getting ready to take a shower.

“What time did you guys get back?”

“Couple hours ago” He grunted, tossing his clothes into the hamper, heading to the bathroom and clicking the lock shut. You blinked, slightly taken aback by his coldness but it wasn’t like you hadn’t seen this side before. Bucky had improved a lot with his stress and how he handled missions but ones that involved casualties or hydra would pull him into deep waves of despair, holding him down till he nearly drowned.

You swallowed the uneasiness that crept up your spine; now wasn’t the time to ask him why he hadn’t let you know he was back safe or why he had ignored all your messages. He would have been busy with reports and right now he was drained. You went to grab his Henley and some boxer briefs, laying them out on the bed for him as soon as you heard the water shut off. He emerged out with his towel wrapped around his waist, water still dripping from his short locks while you grabbed his clothes, handing it to him before he went to the closet.

“Here, I already got them out of the closet”

He half mumbled in response, pulling his clothes on and falling into bed, snoring as soon as his head hit the pillow. You weren’t a fan of him sleeping with wet hair, grabbing a dry towel and gently patting his hair as best as you could without waking him. He mumbled something again, pulling the sheet higher on himself and tucking himself further away from you, unbothered with his still semi damp hair. You jolted at the sound of your phone buzzing, Sam’s caller ID lighting up the screen.

“Hey Sam”

“Big guy get home alright?”

“He did, why?”

“Hm” You could hear the hesitation in his voice, “He’s been pretty out of it these past few missions, probably because he’s exhausted. Tony’s told him to sit out a couple of them but he’s there anyway. Stubborn as hell”

“He really is” You shook your head, frowning at his sleeping form. Usually you found his stubbornness endearing but not when it was taking a toll on his health.

“We uh...” Sam paused again, contemplating on if he should tell you his next words, deciding facing Bucky’s wrath would be better than losing him all together. “I know he’ll kick my ass for telling you this but we nearly lost him today”

Your mouth dried up, heart rapidly hammering against your ribcage. You couldn’t get any words out to acknowledge what he’d just said but you heard him loud and clear.

“Oh”

“It’s a lot, I know. Maybe talk to him. He’s getting reckless, it’s going to get him killed. We’ve tried talking to him but you know how-”

“Yeah” You blurted out, your mind now racing along with your heart, your body feeling hot. You could feel your anxiety sky rocket at the thought of Bucky endangering himself, never coming home to you again. The way your bed would feel empty. The way your soul would leave along with him. You couldn’t speak anymore, humming and mumbling the rest of the conversation. “Thanks Sam”

You slipped under the covers, sleep not taking over as easily. Your anxiety at an all time high. Bucky used to text you as soon as he got back. Not a single one of your calls would be left unanswered. Running to you the second the jet landed. He’d never leave your side, taking you into the shower with him and making love to you till the sun came up with endless cuddles afterwards. Even after some of his darkest missions, he’d search for you eventually, seeking your comfort and warmth.

Now?

Nothing.

You groaned hearing the alarm go off, forcing yourself out of bed and going through your routine, getting ready for work and packing your things for the day. Your movements were shaky, the conversation with Sam screaming in your head while you poured some coffee and got started on breakfast. You wanted to scream and cry so badly but you couldn’t. It wouldn’t be a productive conversation when Bucky was like this anyway. You ended up running on autopilot, thinking about the lessons you’d teach for the day, supplies you still had to order for the classroom, the nagging parent that wanted to arrange a meeting after school. Bucky trudged into the kitchen a few minutes after you, setting on a bowl of cereal, his eyes sullen from a lack of proper sleep.

“Can I make something for you?” you tested the waters to gauge his mood though you could see from his face he was still mentally elsewhere. He shook his head, huffing in frustration when the utensil drawer jammed, squeezing his eyes shut to collect himself before trying to open it again.

“Sweetheart, let me get that for you” You set down your things, realizing that his exhausted state made his patience wear thin.

“It’s fine” He tried to push the frustration he felt down, his teeth gritted as spoke, yanking at the drawer once more.

“It’s probably stuck, just pull it slowly-”

“I said I got it”

“But-”

“I’m not one of your fucking students!” He stated louder than necessary, pulling the drawer out with more force than he intended, all the contents inside crashing and clanking to the floor. You yelped in surprise, ignored the shakiness you started to feel coursing through your body, stepping towards Bucky instead, your heart breaking over how lost and worn out he looked.

“Baby I didn’t say that-

“Why the fuck do you treat me like a child then?! Taking out my clothes, drying my hair, making my breakfast, texting and calling 100 times when I’m away. Do I look like I’m incapable of taking care of myself?” He spat, taking a step back from you when you tried to reach out from him, his brows furrowed, blue eyes glaring at you. You couldn’t help but let your anger bubble over, how dare he yell at you when he was the one carelessly putting his life at risk at risk on a daily basis.

“Honestly?!” Your composure started to crumble, your eyes boring into his sleep deprived face, “From where I’m standing, it doesn’t look like it”

Bucky let out a humorless laugh, scoffing while you continued to stare at him. He slammed the drawer shut, not bothering to pick up what had fallen as he started to walk away from the kitchen and back to the bedroom.

“Fuck this, I don’t need this” He shook his head while you followed him, going straight to the closet to grab his duffle bag he took for overnight missions.

“What exactly do you not need” You tried to take a deep breath in, not wanting to upset him more when he wasn’t in a good state of mind.

“You”

Oh.

“I don’t need you or your coddling” He started to grab handfuls of his clothes, shoving them haphazardly in his bag. “It’s suffocating y/n”

You watched him in silence, squeezing your nails into your palms, desperately trying to hold it together while he continued to pack the few belongings he had.

“Having someone constantly nag you about your whereabouts, doubt if you can even take care of your basic needs. Its-it’s just exhausting”

You swallowed away the tightness that constricted your throat, not wanting to aggravate him further even though your own emotions were now thrown for a loop. This wasn’t him, this wasn’t your Bucky.

“James, all you had to do was just tell me you were safe, you used to answer your messages, I worry about y-

“Well don’t! Because I don’t worry about you. Alright? There. That’s why I don’t message”

You wordlessly stared at him, your mouth dry as if you’d swallowed cotton. Your chest felt like you had been hit by a truck, feeling pain on the inside as your heart strings snapped one by one each time he spoke.

“I don’t message because I don’t care. When I come back I just-I just want to be left alone. That's why I spend so much time at the compound after. I don’t exactly feel like rushing home”

You wanted to bite your tongue, walk away but the words were falling from your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Clearly you don’t care! Is that why the fuck you take on so many missions when you’re clearly worn the fuck out? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”

“Don’t tell me how to do my job” Bucky growled while you willed yourself to not let him see you cry, your eyes betraying you as tears welled in your lash line.

“It’s not doing your job if you’re dead Bucky!” Hot tears were now rolling down your cheeks, any resolve you previously had thrown out the door.

“You don’t know anything” Bucky shook his head, scoffing and pushing past you while you pathetically trailed behind him, unable to stop this train wreck of an argument.

“What?”

He finally turned to face you, dropping his bag in the living room, his sullen eyes daring you to try and stop him from leaving. You were about to open your mouth to speak but he cut you off.

“What the fuck do you know y/n, you get to go in every morning, coddle some children for 8 hours, then you come back home, fucking try and do the same shit with me after like you have nothing better to do, too stupid to realize I can take care of myself. Why would I need you? Huh? Tell me” He challenged, the rational side of his brain kicking and screaming at him to stop but he was too far gone, too deprived of everything to stop the venom he was spitting. “I don’t need you. I don’t fucking want you”

“Th-that’s how you feel?” Bucky blinked at the sound of your voice cracking, though his ego and anger at the rest of the world not letting him back down. He shrugged, his stomach now churning over your stoic expression but your eyes giving away how much he was hurting you. “Fine”

You didn’t move a muscle as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door, slamming it shut behind him. Every single fiber in your body wanted to crumble to the floor, wishing it would swallow you whole. You pushed back all the emotions that wanted to crash all over the floor, shakily packing your things up and rushing out the door, hoping your little ones would distract you enough to get through the day.

If anything they made it worse.

Every one one of your students knew something was off, seeing right past the smile you had plastered onto your face, doing your best to appear normal. You fought off tears as your third graders quietly made you cards to make you feel better during their recess time, a few of them even leaving portions of their snack on your desk, hoping it’d make you smile. You avoided reading any of the sweet little notes, knowing you’d break down into sobs if you read them.

As soon as you got home, all your pent up sadness turned into rage. Angry tears streamed down your face as soon as you locked the door shut, the soft scent of home, of your Bucky now made your stomach turn. You hated that the whole place suffocated you with him, pictures of you both, his records and books on the shelves, a Henley on the couch. The kitchen was no better, plums on the counter, his favorite coffee in the cupboard, a Captain America mug still in the sink.

You desperately wanted to shower and crawl into bed but the shared bedroom was the worst of all. You couldn’t stand to be in the space where his clothes were, the sheet still lingering with his soft scent that used to make you feel safe and remind you of home. You didn’t even realize you had broken down into sobs on the floor, all the pent up emotions you had kept in you spilling out all at once.

The last thing you wanted to do was coddle and suffocate Bucky, his words echoing in your head.

I don’t message because I don’t care

What do you know, y/n?

I don’t need you.

I don’t fucking want you.

Fine.

Bucky wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he got home, blinking at the dark house, usually you’d leave at least one light on. He had made it clear he was leaving, he couldn't expect you to be waiting at the front door with open arms. He stood for a moment, wondering if you had perhaps gone to bed early but it was eerily quiet. He didn’t like the cold silence that greeted him, it didn’t take him long to realize you weren’t there.

Yet there was an inkling of hope that maybe. Just maybe you were somewhere around.

“Y/n?”

Nothing.

He made his way right to the bedroom, only to be met with more cold silence. Bucky’s mind swirled, regret, guilt and shame constricting his neck once again. As soon as he had walked out, he wanted nothing more than to run back into the house and take it all back, tell you he didn’t mean a word of what he said. He wanted to scoop you in his arms and beg for forgiveness and shower you with love for the way you cared about him so much. He let his feet carry him away instead, not being able to think straight, frustration and pain feeding the caged monster he unleased on you.

The last person that deserved it.

Where had you gone?

Did it matter?

He paced around the room; none of your things were out of place but it was too late for you to have gone on a walk or to grab food. He couldn’t look at himself in the mirror, feeling nothing but disgust with himself, the image of your sweet fallen face burned in his mind. How could he push away the one person who cared enough to take care of him so tenderly. So gently. So lovingly.

And to say he didn’t care? Or worry?

How could he let those words fall from his lips when you were the reason he stayed alive. It took everything in him to not smash the first thing that came into his hand, of all the reckless and careless things he had done in this life, this was the worst. This hurt more than anything Hydra had put him though. He almost wished they’d take him away again, wipe his memories, wipe away the sound of your voice cracking, wipe away the way you’d softly call for him. Wipe away the feel of your soft hands touching him and soothing him when he couldn't sleep-

Wipe everything away because he was selfish.

Unable to exist with he guilt of knowing he’d hurt you so much.

His hands were working faster than his brain could comprehend, calling the first person he could think of, desperate to know you were at least okay and alive before he purged the city to look for you.

“Nat-”

“She’s here” Nat deadpanned, cutting the call immediately after. He knew by her tone of voice, there would be no point in trying to call back. He had no right to see you. No right to come and ask for you to come back. He had no right for anything yet he had already broken off into a sprint. He made it very clear he didn’t want you, very clear you meant nothing, very clear he was the most fucked up idiot in the world, completely undeserving of your love.

But he was selfish.

He loved you.

Bucky didn’t waste a second, hopping onto his motorbike and speeding off to the compound, bounding to the elevators and immediately to Nat’s door. He barely raised his hand to knock, the red head reluctantly opening the door to a disheveled Bucky.

“She doesn’t want to see you”

“Nat, please-

“Barnes. She doesn’t want to see you” She threw in with a shrug, her green eyes challenging him to argue back.

“I want to see her” His voice was small, hopeful, only to be met with a scoff and eyeroll, the assassin stepping out of the room and gently shutting the door behind her.

“So you can tell her you don’t want her?” Nat crossed her arms while Bucky felt his insides crumble more, his own words taunting him.

“She told you?”

“Not much because even now, she’s more worried about you instead of how you treated her” Nat glared at the super solider as he hung his head, knowing damn well he had already been spiraling for weeks, his explosion a result of pent up pain and stress left undealt with. “Y’know you could’ve lost it on one of us but not her, she’s always been there for you in ways no one else could”

Bucky felt his throat tighten, unable to get any words out as he silently nodded and made his way to a different floor to sleep in a guest room. Of course he didn’t sleep, tears staining the pillow, struggling to keep his sobs down. He spent the rest of the night all the way till morning pacing up and down the hall instead, waiting for you to wake up, ignoring the glare Nat gave him when she saw him sitting on the floor outside of her room. As soon as the door clicked open again, Bucky scrambled to his feet, rushing to your side.

“Y/n-

“Don’t”

You couldn’t bare to look at him, turning on your heel with your bag slung over your shoulder. Bucky reached for your wrist, weakly grasping it, the undeserving inkling of hope he had slowly dissolving when he felt your muscles tense.

“I’m sor-

“I said don’t. I don’t want to hear it” You shook your head, tugging your hand away and continuing down the hall while Bucky trailed behind you like a puppy.

“Angel, angel please wait!” He caught up with you, moving to block your path, but you shoved his chest, pushing him aside, gritting you teeth together till you made it outside. You would not let him see you break twice.

“No”

“Angel, I-I need-”

“You made it very clear you don’t need much. I’m not something you need” You cut him off before he could finish, unable to shake off the way the words he cut you deep, tangled around you like barbed wire. Your words cut him right back, his chest filling with even more guilt and regret.

“That’s not true baby” His voice trembled, looking at your tear stained cheeks and puffy face. He’d never forgive himself over the pain he’d caused you, itching to pull you in his arms but how could he when he made you cry in the first place.

“Don’t call me that” You scoffed, feeling your throat tighten, your vision cloudy with fresh tears. You kept your eyes trained towards the elevator, hoping to escape before the damn broke.

“But you are”

“No, I’m not” You shook your head, “You can get the rest of your things today, you won’t have to worry about not rushing home anymore” You didn’t give him a chance to respond, dashing towards the doors as soon as they opened and striding through the compound till you got to your car. The skin on your knuckles was pulled tight as you gripped the steering wheel, breathing slowly till you got home. Everything came crashing down again as soon as you were back in your room; it wouldn’t have hurt this much if you didn’t actually love him

But you did.

Bucky looked defeated as the elevator doors closed, his heart breaking further when you didn’t spare him a second glance. He didn’t bother wiping away the tears that were now streaming down his face as he made his way back to the guest room, ignoring Steve’s concerned glance and slamming the door shut. As expected, there was a knock at the door moments later, blond hair and blue eyes peering inside, unbothered by the death glare Bucky was shooting him.

“You did something” He cocked an eyebrow, looking at his bestfriends guilt ridden face, staring at his feet like an admonished child. Bucky chewed at his lip, figuring there was no point in lying at this point, if anything he deserved the scolding he’d inevitably get.

“I messed up”

“That would appear so” Steve nodded, urging him to continue.

“I said a lot of things”

“You should apologize”

“I can’t apologize for the things I said” Bucky shook his head, his voice trembling again, “I-I can’t just say sorry. It’s been weeks. Weeks of giving her shit. This just- it was too much. Y-you should have seen her face Steve”

Steve remained silent, letting him continue.

“Fuck- I-, y’know she goes as far as drying my hair if I try to sleep while its still damp? Even when it’s late? and she has work the next morning”

“And the problem is? She always takes care of you, I’ve seen it myself”

Bucky scoffed at himself, shaking his head while fidgeting with his hands.

What was his problem.

He had a girl that actually gave a fuck about him, wanting to know if he was safe and loving him enough to take care of him even when he was broken.

“I got mad at her for it” His voice was a whisper, dripping in shame, “She’d waited for me to get home, took care of me and I yelled at her”

“Explain” Steve didn’t like where the conversation was going but he wasn’t about to let Bucky off the hook without finding out exactly what happened. “All of it”

“I-I was tired. I got frustrated when a drawer got stuck and lashed out on her and told her I didn’t want her. Didn’t need her. Had no interest in seeing her. It had already been a long time of me just not seeing or talking to her properly in general”

“Bucky”

“I know” He squeezed his eyes shut, unable to look at Steve’s face. “and a lot of other shit. And I can’t take it back”

“No, you can’t” Steve agreed, much to Bucky’s discontent but again, his best friend wouldn’t lie and he had brought this all on himself. “You actually care about her?”

“I fucking love her” Bucky’s eyes shot up, full confidence in his voice, he, without a single doubt in his soul, loved you completely.

“Then give her time. You hurt her, Buck”

Bucky nodded, hating that he had no choice now but to wait. He quietly collected his things while you were at work, not wanting to torment you further.

You hadn’t spoken to Bucky for weeks. Every time your missed him, thought about him, picked up your phone to call and check on him, you remembered what he told you.

He didn’t want you.

You downed another drink, staying tucked away at a booth while Natasha and Wanda went off dancing, the both of them dragging out out of the house, insisting you had to get out. Even after the break up, they remained close to you. No amount of make up could cover the puffiness and redness of your eyes or mask the way your voice was stuffy from nights of crying to sleep but there you were. On your third glass.

“Someone looks happy to be here”

Your eyes searched the crowd for the familiar voice, eventually landing on Sam, his eyebrows playfully wiggling as he slid into your booth. You relaxed when you saw he hadn’t come with Bucky but you knew based off his face, there was something on his mind.

“I think you both should talk”

There it is.

“There’s nothing to talk about” You shrugged, swirling your drink around with your straw while Sam sighed.

“You’re both miserable”

“I made him miserable” You countered, nervously fidgeting with your fingers instead.

“You know that’s not true-” Sam started but the scoff you let out let him know that was a pointless road to go down, “Okay fine. Things weren’t great. But it was an abrupt end and he’s been kicking himself and you don’t look like you’re doing so hot either sweetheart”

“Thanks” You deadpanned while he grinned, giving your hand a squeeze.

“He’s really trying for you, y/n” Sam said softly, the playfulness in his voice replaced with sincerity.

“What do you mean?”

“Talk to him”

You spent the rest of the week contemplating what Sam said but every time you picked up your phone, you dropped it again. You messages would probably be ignored and he likely hated you even more. Which is why you were curled up on the couch, trying not to think about him, having a night for yourself, hoping not to be tempted with your phone though a soft thump at the door pulled you away from the story. You set down the book you were reading, growing nervous when you heard the sound again. You were sure you were just hearing things but this time it was more clear. The second knock at the door made you blink, curious to know who would come by at this time.

“Bucky?” You gasped, surprised to find him standing on the other side, a small bouquet of flowers in his hand, the stems nearly crushed from how nervous he was, “What-what are you doing here?”

“It’s-fuck, it’s been hell sweets” Bucky whispered, his knees already ready to give way, the smell of home, the sight of you, all making him feel overwhelmed. “Hell knowing I hurt you”

You stepped aside to let him in, not wanting to keep him in the hallway. Bucky stayed rooted in place on the welcome mat, not wanting to cross a boundary if you didn’t want him there. He hesitantly came in when you gave him a small nod, his movements shaky as he toed his boots off and followed you to the living room, the both of you standing in silence.

“You said you didn’t want me” You kept your eyes trained on your feet, tears already threatening to spill over, you could feel the warmth of his body with how close he was, smell the scent of his laundry detergent, his cologne, the leather of his jacket.

“How could I not want you sweets, you’re one of the reasons I’m alive-”

“Didn’t seem that way”

“I know baby, but-”

“Don’t call me that James” You shook your head, your heart twisting hearing his pleading voice, the sweet names he had for you making you weak.

“No” Bucky shook his head as he felt his stomach drop at the sound of his name coming from your mouth, he despised it, hated it, “ m’not James, m’your Bucky, your Jamie, your baby, please-”

“You’re not a lot of things” You tried to keep your voice steady but it was already beginning to crack, your nails digging into your palms to keep from pulling him into you when he stepped closer.

“I’m sorry”

You remained silent, swallowing the lump that made your throat tighter, your vision blurry.

“I’m so sorry doll, please?”

You could hear the quiver in his voice, now barely a whisper, the sniffle between his words making your lip tremble.

“Please?”

The soft sob that slipped past your lips at his pleading voice broke Bucky, his legs giving way, desperate to take away everything he did to hurt you. He was on his knees, his face buried in your tummy, his tears soaking your shirt. His cries were muffled as he tried to burry his face in further, desperately clinging onto you while you hesitantly brought a hand to card through his hair.

“Why” You still felt like you had so many things left unanswered.

“It was never you baby” Bucky kept himself hidden from you, his arms hugging you tightly while continuing to rest against your stomach. “I-I kept everything inside and it spilled onto you, I don’t have the words- M’selfish baby. I’m so selfish because I want you, I want to love you, I want everything you give me, I miss you, I missed you, I shouldn’t have walked out, m’sorry”

You hummed, petting his hair softly, the simple action causing him to feel even more emotional.

“Please, wanna be your Bucky, please, I’m sorry doll” He nervously tilted his face up, his chin still pressed against your stomach, tears streaming down his cheeks. You placed your hand on his scruffy cheek, which he instantly leaned into, your thumb swiping away his tears.

“I-I’m scared” You said truthfully, every single fiber in your body wanting to pick him up and cling onto him forever but you were nervous. He walked out once...

“I’ll give you all the space you need. Just please give me another chance, it doesn’t have to be today or soon, just- I promise I’ll do better doll”

You nodded, taking his hand in yours to pull him to his feet, letting him sit on the couch with you. Bucky placed the flowers he was till clutching onto on the coffee table before sitting beside you, mindful to keep some space in between.

“I-I told Tony to pull me out of missions”

“What?”

Bucky nodded with a small smile, it was the first thing he did when he realized he had to take care of himself first before coming back to you. You’d done enough of picking up his broken pieces.

“The missions weren’t good for me. Too many, a lot of them triggering. I needed to pull back but I kept going. Didn’t stop until I ended up hurting you. Figured it was time I spoke up. Even started to see a therapist”

“You did?” You couldn’t help but inch closer to him, knowing exactly how much he struggled with opening up.

“I did it for me so I could be better for you” Bucky stated honestly; he made the choice to better himself because that’s what you deserved. “You don’t have to take me back right away-

“Come back home” You whispered, meeting his eyes with your teary ones, you’d take it slow if you had to but you wanted to do it with him by your side.

“Are you sure?” Bucky’s heart hammered out of his chest, not wanting to get his hopes up or make you feel like he was pressuring you, “I’ll wait if you need more time-”

“Come back home” You cut him off, biting your lip to keep from crying again, clawing into his lap, his arms engulfing you into a tight hug while you clung onto him, burying your face into his neck. He smelled like love, home, your heart. The feel of his arms wrapped around you made you feel safe and whole again.

“Come home, Bucky” You hugged him tighter while he pulled away, his hands moving to cup your cheeks.

“Bucky?” He whispered, having missed the way his name sounded, the softness of your voice, the way you fit with him.

“My Bucky” You nodded, letting your forehead rest against his, pressing a soft kiss to his nose.

“Jamie?”

“My Jamie”

“Baby”

“My baby”

“M’never leaving again, angel”

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𝔯𝔲𝔫 𝔟𝔞𝔟𝔶 𝔯𝔲𝔫 || {𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔰}

Surely monsters of myths and folklore don't exist, do they...?

|| 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐅𝐀𝐄'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ||

tags: nsfw, smut, fem!reader, implied!plus sized reader (as a treat), Wanderer!Sylus, siren!Rafayel, werewolf!Zayne, kitsune!Xavier, predator/prey dynamics, breeding, ruts, monster fucking, porn with some plot, almost drowning (raf's)

a/n: this got away from me a little bit. I've been writing longer fics pretty much non-stop over these last two days and I'm in need of a little break once Halloween is over. I decided to try to take on too much with not much time before Halloween. it may not be the most cohesive, but I hope you can enjoy it! last fic is tomorrow!

Zayne

No, no, no, no. This wasn't right. This wasn't... He was supposed to be helping people. Not... Hazel-green eyes stared down at the lupine reflection, his face, along the river's surface; his maw dripping with warm, crimson blood. He let out a shuddering, mournful scream. But in this form, it echoed as a fierce howl. All he could do was run and run and run.

Zayne ran as fast as he could, massive paws thundering through the soft dirt. Something sweet and inviting calls to his hypersensitive nose, making him still and sniff again. Instantly, he takes off in the direction of the scent, quietly approaching a river. His eyes narrowed, like a vicious beast glinting in the shadows, as he neared your barely covered form as you bathed. The sight of you, his mate, was enough to calm his inner turmoil. He became weightless, his eyes fluttering as he lays his sight on you. His everything.

"It's dangerous to be out here in such a state and alone no less." He feels a slight sadistic satisfaction at your jolt, relaxing when you realize its him. His eyes follow the movement of your breasts, raking over the swell of them and how your nipples poke through the gaps of your fingers. "A beast might try to come stake his claim over you..." Zayne shifted back, his human form naked, skin stretched taught over fine muscle. His cock, heavy and long, throbbed between two powerful legs. "Why do you look at me so lovingly when you know what I have become?"

"Because it is still you, Zayne. The goodness in your heart. You are not the wolf that takes over." You stand, removing your shift and baring yourself to him once more. "No matter what form you take, I will love you always."

Zayne loosed a shuddering breath and he's hovering over you in an instant. There would be time to think of the consequences to his actions later. For now, while he still remained free, he needed you. He needed you more than the sun loves the moon. His mouth hot against your lips, swiftly picking you up and raking his hands possessively down your backside; gripping handfuls of your supple rear in his large palms.

"How lucky of a creature I am to have such a devoted and loyal mate." Zayne murmurs, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear. "I must worship you properly, hmm?"

Laying you down on the soft grass, Zayne enters you slowly. His cock, long and thick, stretches you out in the best of ways, hitting spots you could never reach with your fingers. Every inch of him is warm and throbbing, his hips rutting into you, his teeth gently nipping along your throat. "If you keep moaning so loudly, darling, others are gonna try to come and take you from me." Zayne silences you with a kiss, sliding his fingers down to caress your nub. "Better keep quiet then, hmm? Unless you want the whole of Linkon to know you're being bred by a werewolf?"

Zayne snarls as his hips pound at your ass, reaching an arm under you to pin you to him, your legs dangling off the ground slightly. "That's it, love... Take everything I'm giving you. Take it all..."

Rafayel

The water is cold, and your body is heavy. Your legs that had been rapidly kicking and treading water, slowed as your muscles burned with overexertion. The salty water made it hard to see. You doubted your crew mates cared you went overboard, left to be food for the sirens and whatever else lingered in the dark waters. Faintly, you heard the hauntingly beautiful singing; the song felt sad. The same that had accidentally sent you over, eager to hear it better you neared too close to the edge of the ship.

You were so tired; you weren't sure if you had it in you anymore. As you drift like a weightless cipher, your mind fading to the back, barely recognizing two strong, warm arms tugging you through the stormy, twisting tidal waves.

"Are you with me?" Fingers snap near your ear as you come to. Blinking at the low light, you faintly make out the blurred shape of a topless male hovering over you. "You were bleeding. I've staunched the wound. I thought humans were supposed to be at the top of the food chain. Why were you swimming during the start of a tsunami?"

Tsunami?! Your head snapped up, instincts kicking in to take shelter. Then you realized. You were already under the water. You were breathing under the water. Turning to look at your savior, it was then you realized the blue and magenta scales of a long tail laying lazily behind him. He scoffs, rolling his eyes with annoyance.

"Great. Just great. A human girl ruining my brooding time. Better be grateful I saved you. I won't do that for just anyone." The purple-haired male crossed his arms over his chest. He had interesting markings and jewels and scales marking his upper body and his face. "My name is Rafayel. Are you done staring or are you so stunned by my beauty? You look like a guppy with your mouth opening and closing like that." He gripped your cheeks, squeezing them together until your lips puckered out. Rafayel frowned. "You have a fever. Wait here, I'll gather ingredients for a salve."

You could only watch wide-eyed and weak as Rafayel beautifully dived into the small wave pool, his tail fins waving as he disappeared into the depths.

Over the next few weeks, Rafayel nurses you back to full health. You've grown immensely fond of this sassy merman. He was unlike anyone you ever met and it was clear he enjoyed the attention. Today, he was teaching you about Lemurians and how they differed from humans.

"These scales are beautiful. Especially with how they catch the sunlight." You admire, running your hand over the shimmering scales of his tail, feeling the strong muscle flexing beneath your palm. Leaning back in the warm sand, you and Rafayel rest your lower halves in the gentle waves.

Rafayel swallowed thickly. "I'm glad you like them..." His eyes widen as your hands curiously wander down his tail, getting too close to his slit. He catches your hand before you can touch him, making you jump. "That's a dangerous place to touch. You are only allowed to touch me there. No one else, little human." You met his eyes, drifting back to the opening, noting how clear slick began to drip from the slight opening. Then, it clicked where you were touching.

Emboldened, you look at him. "May I?" Rafayel looked like he was going to pass out and it wasn't from heatstroke. He nodded, his body like jelly as he guides your hand to his slit, gasping as you tenderly caress his puffy lips, coaxing forth two ridged pale purple cocks, dripping with precum the color of moonstone. Nearly the same color as his hair, his twin tips were pink, fading into a dark purple at the base.

"Well then, won't you thank me properly for saving your life?" His hand curled over the back of your neck and guided you down to his waiting, leaky cocks; both begging desperately for your attention. "Gods, I have never believed in Heaven but your mouth just may be it..."

Xavier

"Oof!.. What?" You look down to see what you tripped on, eyes widening as you take in the sight of several bushy grey-blond foxlike tails splayed beneath you. Reaching down to touch you them, you gasp as a clawed hand grips your wrist tight.

A sleepy voice grumbled behind you, an arm circles your waist and tugged you back into a warm chest. "You disturbed my sleep... That's rude." In a swirl of magic, Xavier pulled you onto his lap, his chest pressing to your back.

Twin grey ears twitch atop Xavier's head, the point of a fang peeks out from beneath his top lip as he stares unimpressed. "And it's rude to stare. Doesn't my star know any manners?" Xavier growled, leaning close to nip at your lips.

His warm, wide tongue flattens over your pulse point, licking a stripe up your skin. "It's been a while since I've been graced by a scent so sweet... I have never had the chance to act upon it. Will you indulge me, sweet maiden?" Xavier bowed his head over your shoulder, his fangs pricking your skin.

His hot cock slides between your clothed folds, soaking your underwear in his sticky pre. Your dress bunched together in his clawed grasp. Xavier makes no attempts to enter, just happy sliding himself against the thin cotton of your underwear, seemingly content with cumming over them instead of inside. He yanks your underwear taught, moaning as his wet head slipped against the rough fabric. Your panties practically translucent from your combined juices. Bucking your hips, you whine for more. "Oh, are you in a rush? We have all night, don't we? Why so eager to rush to the finale-- are you that desperate to have me fill you with my kits?"

Sylus

All you could see were two glowing red eyes within the shadowy tree line. They were impossibly high off the ground, meaning the creature who owned those eyes had to be at least seven to eight feet tall. A tremoring growl echoed as the creature breaches the darkness and towers over you, sniffing at the air.

"What a bold little rabbit to trample into the lion's den so willingly-- and during his rut no less." The beast-man circles you, large horns protruding from his head and curl backwards. Great, black wings are furled at his back. His skin is two-toned, half pale white and half-sleek and black as night. You couldn't quite tell what he was, too much like a chimera, his most dominant features resembled the visages of a crow and a dragon.

"Cheeky, cheeky..." He stepped fully into the light of the full moon. His form was massive and his horns only added to his already imposing height and build. Sylus circles you like cornered prey, his cock heavy and pulsating between his thighs. Lowering himself down to his knees, he tilts your chin up. "Tell me, sweetie. Have you ever been with an untamed beast like me?"

The grass was soft beneath your fingertips, curling them into the dirt as Sylus ruts into you with fervor. His heavy balls smack against your ass, one large, clawed hand covers yours, threading your fingers together. He took you like a lover; reverently, worshipping, like he never wanted to leave.

"If you want to scream for me, go ahead and scream. Let the whole forest know how good I make you feel. From this day forward, I will court you as my mate. You will never want for nothing again, sweetie."

|| ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ, ʀᴇᴜꜱᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴀʏ! ɪ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ꜱɪᴛᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ɪ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ. ᴀʟʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜰᴜʟ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ © ᴄʜᴇʀᴜʙꜰᴀᴇ 2024 ||

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x you #love and deepspace smut #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #sylus smut #cherubfae 2024 #cherubfae's halloween special 2024 #Spotify

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sadnymi · 1 month ago

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No one noticed

Mattheo Riddle x reader

Words : 700

Warning: a lot angst - probably gonna be p2

The moonlight pierced through the dense canopy of trees, casting long, haunting shadows across the forest floor as you moved closer to the lake. A biting wind swept through the night, carrying the faint sound of rippling water.

Your footsteps were soft against the earth, but each step brought you closer to him—Mattheo. He stood by the edge of the lake, his silhouette outlined against the dark water, tossing something into the depths with force.

"That's not very wise," you said softly, your voice piercing the silence.

Mattheo froze mid-throw, his body tensing as if readying for a fight. He turned his head just enough to catch your gaze, his eyes burning with a fierce, unwelcoming glare.

"What?" His voice was low, edged with the sharp bite of impatience.

You didn’t flinch. You stepped closer, your boots crunching softly against the cold, damp ground. "There are creatures in that lake," you murmured, keeping your tone calm despite the storm building in your chest. "They won’t appreciate being disturbed."

"And I care because…?" He spun around fully to face you, eyes narrowing dangerously as if daring you to keep talking.

"You don’t. But I think you’d care if they decided to pull you under."

He tossed the last stone he was holding, the motion careless and angry. "Why are you here, Y/N?" he asked bitterly.

You bit your lip, you took another step closer, hesitating slightly before speaking. "I wanted to—"

His glare intensified as he cut you off. "Wanted to what? Ignore me again? Run away? Pretend I don’t fucking exist until it’s convenient for you?" His voice was dripping with frustration now, louder, angrier.

You faltered, your heart clenching in your chest. "Mattheo, I’m sorry," you said quietly, your voice trembling, your eyes burning with unshed tears. "I… I didn’t mean to ignore you—"

"Don't give me that bullshit!" Mattheo snapped, stepping closer to you. "You’re not fucking sorry, Y/N. You never are. Every time we get close, every time I start thinking we’re finally going to figure this out, you disappear. You run away and leave me standing here like an idiot, wondering why the hell I even try."

You shook your head, your breath catching. "No, Mattheo, I’m really sorry. I’m scared. I just—"

"Scared? Scared of what?" He was shouting now, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Of me? Of this?" His hand gestured between you. "What the hell are you so terrified of, Y/N?"

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you struggled to speak. "I don’t know!" you cried out. "I’m scared of everything, of this, of losing you, of… of feeling too much. But please, Mattheo, please don’t go."

He stared at you, his breathing ragged, anger rolling off him in waves. "You don’t even know what you want," he spat, shaking his head. "You say you want this—want us—but then you pull away the second it feels real. I’m done, Y/N. I’m fucking done. I’m not doing this anymore."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you gasped, reaching out for him desperately. "Wait, wait! It can’t be that easy! You can’t just… just walk away, please…" Your voice cracked, the tears coming in full force now. "Mattheo, don’t go."

For a moment, his face softened, just the briefest flicker of something vulnerable beneath his anger. It looked like he might come back to you, might pull you into his arms like he had done so many times before. But then, just as quickly, he shook his head, the softness disappearing.

"I can’t," he whispered hoarsely, his voice laced with pain."It’s brutal. I just… I can’t. Not again." He turned away, leaving you standing there, watching him retreat into the shadows.

You couldn’t blame him. You’d been here too many times before—each time, he stayed, and each time, you ran before things got too close, before you got too close. But this time, he didn’t stay.

But not this time.

He deserved better. He deserved someone who didn’t run the moment things got too real.

But why couldn’t you be better for him?

The wind howled through the trees, the forest suddenly feeling emptier without him there. You stood alone at the edge of the lake, staring at the spot where Mattheo had vanished into the night, your chest aching with a pain you couldn’t quite put into words.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆

It’s just October and I’m sad again sorry

Also I have been in a really bad slump I would appreciate it if you send requests so I can get out of it tyyy lyyy

#slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys #slytherin boys x you #mattheo riddle imagines #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle angst #mattheo riddle x you #mattheoriddle #mattheo riddle imagine #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo x you

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hotchscoffeecup · 4 months ago

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savoring the moment

summary: it’s hotch’s first case back after recovering from being attacked. he returns home to find you caught in the throes of a panic attack. he guides you through it and takes care of you afterwards.

rating: t to be safe

tags: panic attack, hyperventilating, crying, minor blood, implied sex (at the very end), scars

word count: 2.3k

pairing: hotch x reader

the idea to have reader having a panic attack and being comforted by hotch was submitted to me anonymously. thank you for the request! and as a reminder, my fic requests are open!

Pulling your knees against your chest, you wrap your arms around them and rest your forehead against your knees.

“He’s okay,” you tell yourself, repeating it like a mantra. “He’s okay. He’s okay.”

Rain patters against the windowpane and you try to focus on the sound, trying to let it ground you back to reality and failing to do so as the pounding of your own heart threatens to drown out the sound of everything else around you.

These are the early onset symptoms of a panic attack and you know it’s only a matter of time until it hits you with the full force of a storm like the one that’s raging outside. They’d been far and few between lately, but this was his first case back in the field since he’d been attacked and you can’t shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen. You know the risks, and you know he’s capable of keeping himself safe. The team always has each other’s backs and they’ll do anything to keep one another safe. Why hasn’t he called?

You take in a shuddering breath and exhale it just as shakily. Your hands tremble as you swipe them through your hair.

Water. Maybe a glass of water will help. You slide out of bed and stand. The blood rushes to your head, which causes you to waver on the spot.

“He’s okay,” you whisper to yourself. You clench the hem of your sweater, rubbing the fibers between your fingers. “Five things I can see,” you whisper to yourself as you move towards the bathroom. As you reach for the empty glass on the bathroom counter, you take a shaky breath and speak on the exhale. “Counter, cup, mirror,” your eyes flick up and meet yours, the purple rings under them more like bruises. “Myself, sink.”

You take another breath and try to keep moving through the exercise that your therapist taught you. Twisting the knob on the faucet, you place the glass underneath and watch it fill. “Four…four things I can hear.” You struggle to turn the water off for the shaking in your hands. “Rain, the air conditioner…” you pause and try to strain your ears, failing to pick up on any other distinct noises. That’s when you become aware of your racing heartbeat again. It’s so fast; slamming up against your ribcage. You envision the organ bursting free of your chest and your hands start to shake so violently that you drop the glass. It shatters against the bathroom tile and you gasp, cursing as you kneel down to pick up the pieces.

You try to be careful, but your hand slips and a shard of glass slices into your palm. Immediately, you clutch your hand with the other and roll onto your hip. As you watch the blood drip between your fingers, a vision of his blood staining the hardwood flashes in your mind’s eye and suddenly you’re back in the hospital waiting room waiting for him to come out of surgery. The dam bursts then and you can’t fight the monster inside of you that is the anxiety. It bites and claws at your insides until it bursts free from you in an explosion of tears and guttural sobs. You struggle to take in a full breath as you begin to hyperventilate. You’re not sure how long you sit there feeling wave after wave of panic crashing over you, holding you under and dragging you further and further away from yourself, lost in the throes of an aggressive undertow. Your vision starts to blacken around the corners and you don’t even register the hands on your shoulders or the man kneeling in front of you.

Your pupils rapidly dart back and forth, desperately trying to make sense of your surroundings but all you can make out is your name. It's faint and faraway, like a ghost whispering on a midnight wind.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you try to focus on the sound of your name until it becomes clearer. It’s Aaron.

Aaron. Aaron. Your partner. Your fiance. Aaron, yes, Aaron. You swallow hard and open your eyes, vision blurring momentarily before clearing. He’s on his knees in front of you, brown eyes warm albeit concerned. He’s holding a rag against your bloody hand. He applies pressure to the wound to stem the bleeding and the pain oddly brings you closer to baseline. It’s something real and tangible you can hold onto as the panic tries to pull you back under.

“Honey, breathe,” Hotch prompts. “Listen to my voice. You’re safe. I’m here.”

You reach for him, cupping his cheek in your uninjured hand. Stroking your thumb against the cut of his jaw, you find solace in the depths of his eyes. It’s him. It’s really him. Your lip quivers and you fall into him. His name rattles out of your mouth as you collapse into him. You throw your arms around him and sob into the crook of his neck, the familiar scent of his cologne washing over you.

“Shh,” he soothes, rubbing his hand in circles against your back. “Deep breaths,” he says and you feel him inhale beneath you. He exhales and inhales again, modeling the pattern you need to follow to reach baseline.

Your voice cracks when you speak. “You didn’t call. I was—” You breathe in and release a shaky breath. “I was so afraid that—”

Hotch cradles you against him, one arm looped around your waist while his opposite hand tangles into your hair to hold you close. “My phone died. I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you.” He guides you through several more long deep breaths and your temples pound from the dehydration that comes with crying from a place so deep inside yourself.

As your heart rate finally drops back down to normal, the weight of exhaustion slams into you and you feel it dragging at all of your bones leaving all of your limbs feeling leaden.

“Why don’t you take a shower with me, hmm?” Hotch asks gently.

You nod against his chest, feeling the sticky sheen of tears wetting your cheeks. He helps you up and helps you sit on top of the closed toilet seat. He cranks on the shower and disappears out of the room for only a second before returning with a small broom and dustpan. Steam is billowing out from behind the shower curtain by the time he finishes cleaning up the broken glass. He helps you shrug out of your sweater and while he undoes his tie and dress shirt, you shimmy out of your sweatpants. When you step under the steady stream of hot water, you hiss as it stings the open cut in your palm. Blood washes down your hand, swirling down the drain in diluted pink rivulets.

Hotch joins you in the shower, stepping behind you to let you enjoy as much of the warm water as possible. “Let me help,” he says, taking your hand in his. After lathering the soap bar in his hand, he gently cleans the inflamed area. You wince and he apologizes, “I know it hurts.” He rinses your hand and leans out of the shower to grab another washcloth off of the rack. He presses it into your hand and softly instructs you to hold pressure to it.

You laugh weakly, “Aaron, I’m going to ruin all the washcloths.”

He bends down and kisses your forehead. “I’ll buy more. I’m just glad you’re okay.” He turns you around and presses himself against your back, threading his arms through yours and holding you close to him. You just stand like that, under the steady flow of warm water.. You close your eyes and lean back against his chest. Aaron hums and rocks you gently.

“I love you,” you murmur after a while.

You feel him smile against your hairline. “I love you, too.”

You turn then, holding your injured hand over his shoulder out of the stream of water while your other splays against his chest. You feel the raised scar tissue under your hand, bumpy and rough. Your eyes trail down the length of his torso, identifying each scar. Hotch places his fingertips beneath your chin, tilting your face up so that you can look at him. His features are relaxed, his gaze steady. “Honey,” he says, almost sternly. “I’m okay.”

You nod, “I know that.”

“Then let me help you be okay, hmm? Does that sound alright?”

Again, you nod.

He spends the next fifteen minutes taking careful care to wash and condition your hair, massaging your scalp and combing through your hair before rinsing it out. He lathers soap against your skin after, using the palms of his hands to smooth it over every curve and fold of your body; littering kisses across your skin as he does so. For himself, he takes very little time; just a quick scrub and wash of his hair before he cranks the water off.

He wraps you in a fluffy towel before wrapping one around his waist. He dips into your shared bedroom and returns moments later with your robe and the first aid kit you keep in the hall closet. You finish towel drying your hair before letting him help you into your robe, which he loosely ties around your waist. You sit on the edge of your bed and let Hotch work on your hand.

“The bleeding stopped, that’s good” He observes after peeling away the wash cloth. He applies a small bit of antibiotic gel across the length of the cut and places a fresh gauze pad against it, which he then secures by wrapping a roller bandage around your palm and wrist.

“Have you ever thought about quitting the BAU and becoming a paramedic?”

Aaron breathes out a laugh as he tucks the tail end of the bandage in. “Definitely not.”

You pout, sticking out your lower lip. “But you’d look so sexy in that uniform.”

He laughs and shakes his head before placing a quick peck against your cheek. “There’s that sense of humor I love so much.”

He stands and discards the soiled rag and paper wrappings in the bathroom trash can. He washes his hands and uses the towel around his waist to dry them. He puts on a pair of sweats, the words FBI ACADEMY faded and worn running down the one leg.

“How does tea and ice cream sound?”

You smile, and for the first time that evening it feels genuine. “That sounds perfect.”

While he busies himself out in the kitchen, you tie your hair up in a loose knot on top of your head and finish your skincare routine.

As you’re crawling under the covers, Aaron enters the room. He’s cradling two bowls against his chest with one arm while he holds two steaming mugs by their handles in the opposite hand. He crouches awkwardly by the bed, safely placing the bowls of ice cream on the nightstand. He rises to his full height and passes the mug to you.

“Sleepy time tea?” you ask, recognizing the smell.

“I felt like you could use the extra help tonight.”

He tosses the covers back and climbs into bed beside you, placing his own mug down on the nightstand. He lets you take a sip before he takes your cup and sets it beside his.

Taking your hands in his, he strokes his thumb along the back of your uninjured hand. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“I am now that you’re home.”

His eyebrows turn, “Honey, I can take some vacation time. I know you’ve been doing better since my attack, but it makes sense that my return to work would serve as a trigger and—”

“Aaron,” you chide. “You’re profiling me.”

He presses his lips together and smiles apologetically. “All I’m saying is if my going back right now is too much for you, I can try to limit my presence in the field.”

You eye him knowingly, “Yeah, because that worked so well when your ear was damaged in that explosion.” Your brow pinches as you regard your fiance. “Well, that’s not something every couple can say, huh?”

Aaron chuckles and stretches an arm around your shoulders, drawing you in close to his side. “Definitely not, but nothing about our relationship has ever been normal, has it?”

You lean into him and press a kiss against his jaw. “I’ll be okay, Aaron, really. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a panic attack like that. I think it was just because it was your first case back since…” You hesitate. “…the incident.” You reach over him and grab the two bowls of ice cream off of his nightstand, handing one to him before settling back against the pillows.

You dig your spoon into the vanilla ice cream, stirring it some before taking a bite. You close your eyes and savor its sweetness.

“Are you sure?” Aaron asks.

You open your eyes and look up at him from beneath your lashes. “I’m sure. I’m working with my therapist. I’m coping. I’m taking it day by day, just like I know you are.”

“One day at a time.” He leans down and kisses you softly. “Mmm, you taste like vanilla.”

You smile against his lips. “My therapist did advise us to prioritize living in the present moment.

He sets his bowl of ice cream aside and loops his arms around your waist, heaving you onto his lap. “Did they now?”

You laugh and feel it deep in your belly, the panic you’d felt earlier seeming so far away now. “And how do you suppose we do that?”

He pulls at the tie on your robe. “Oh, I bet I can think of something.”

You dip your spoon back into your bowl of ice cream, an idea of your own coming to mind. “You said you like the taste of vanilla?” You slip the spoon between your lips, amusement glinting in your eyes.

Aaron nods, taking the bowl from your hands and capturing your lips with his. As his hands fold around your body, you feel him smile against your lips. “I love the taste of vanilla.”

And you’ve never felt safer than in his arms right then, savoring the moment.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fic #aaron hotch fanfiction #aaron hotchner criminal minds #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotchner headcanons #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner drabble #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner fic #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #aaron hotchner comfort #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x y/n

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obsessedwithhotmen · 4 months ago

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⋆⁎✿ Bonnie ⇢ *- Shower Room Fun -* ⇠ Gold ✿⁎⋆

⇾ (Peaky Blinders) Bonnie gold x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: A certain outfit of yours has Bonnie distracted during a fight.

⇾ Warnings: smut, boxing fight, mentions of blood.

There’s nothing quite like a man that boxed, more in particularly, your man who boxed. Despite the fact that he was getting punches thrown his way, there was something about watching as he stood his ground, throwing punches at the men that hit him first, and the blood that coated part of his face. All of it in your eyes, to put it plainly, was bloody hot.

Bonnie Gold, the way that your found it attractive watching him fight, he found it attractive knowing that you were watching him.

More often then not, he was able to control his temptations, waiting until the two of you were in a private place before he made a move on you, but tonight was a little different.

He had found himself being distracted with the outfit that you had worn to the event, making him think about you in more ways than one as he fought his opponent, some weak boxer that had only a couple fights under his belt, most of which were losses.

He wanted you, and he wanted you bad.

You were waiting in the changing rooms for your man to finish his celebrations, anxiously tapping your foot as you wondered how he was feeling after the fight. It seemed from your end that he had taken on more hits than normal, despite his opponent not being a tough fighter, there was just something off about your Bonnie.

He burst through the door, blood dripping down the right side of his cheek, just below his eye. “Are you okay?” You asked, standing up and approaching him the second that he entered.

Only Bonnie didn’t respond.

Instead, you were met with his lips on yours as he held you close to his body, a hand on your back tugging you close to him.

You giggled at his desperation, placing a hand on his cheek, the one opposite to where his swollen cut was. “Bonnie!” You attempted to pull away from. “I need to clean you up.” You tried to tell him.

“Yeah?” He asked, pulling away and burying his face in the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses on your bare skin. His hand moved from your back, down to your ass, trailing slowly before he grabbed a handful, “I need you.” He mumbled.

You could feel the growing erection through his thin shorts, you couldn’t help but bite your lip. “Bonnie…” you trailed off, the pleasure beginning to grow inside you. “Your bleeding, and your sweaty.” You stated.

“Than let’s shower.”

A shower was what it was supposed to be, ‘just that’ you had told yourself. But as your hands pressed against the wall of the shower, Bonnie’s front meeting your back, ‘just a shower’ couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Bonnie!” You moaned, feeling the water trickle down your body.

He growled, hands digging at your waist to pull you back with every thrust. You groaned feeling his nails digging into the flesh of your hips, one hand reaching down to wrap around his wrist. “So pretty in that dress.” He grunted, breathing heavily. “So bloody pretty.”

His cock penetrated your walls with a roughness that didn’t often come out from your usually soft and loving boyfriend, but you couldn’t deny that you were severely turned on with the way he seemed to handle you aggressively. “Love watching fight, Bon.” You moaned, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yeah…?” He asked. “Love watching me beat people up?” He mocked. “You like when I’m rough, eh?”

You couldn’t help but moan louder at his words, walls clenching as he spoke filthy words into your ear. “Yes!” You called. “Fuck, yes I do.” You repeated.

Your orgasm was rapidly approaching with every thrust that was sent your way. “Bonnie- shit!” You cried, your own nails digging into his wrist.

“Close, love?” He asked, feeling his own orgasm as well.

You nodded your head pathetically, not being able to let out anything other than moans. “Cum for me.” He grunted in your ears.

A higher pitched noise escaped your lips as your orgasm hit, your legs feeling weak and like you would collapse if it weren’t for Bonnie holding you up.

While Bonnie held out until your own high was finished, before pulling out and releasing his seed onto your backside, groaning as he came. “Shit-” he hissed, pumping out every last drop.

“Guess I should wear that dress more often.” You giggled.

“If you want to be fucked like that, then be my guest.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

#fanfic #smut #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #Peaky blinders smut #imagines #Bonnie gold #Bonnie gold x reader #Bonnie gold smut #Peaky blinders Bonnie #Peaky blinders Bonnie gold

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kujiba · 5 months ago

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DOUBLE TROUBLE

A/n: Basically, loser reader gets thrown into genshin impact (so original lol)

PEACE was never much of an option in the global popular game GENSHIN IMPACT, every enemy you've laid your eyes upon would be instantly wiped from existence; only to be used for materials to upgrade the character you adore on...

"This fan fic is ass." a boy stared at his phone for a few moments, his eyes twitching from the bright screen glowing on his face while he continously swiped his thumb on the smooth screen protector of his phone; his pupils lifting and descending as he continues to read the words displayed infront of him

The boy groaned, his tone having a slight bitter annoyance. "Damn this pandemic, 2020 already bit me in the ass hard.." He mumbled to himself, lazily rolling out of the soft and warm bed he was occupying into the hard and cold floor. A slight thud noise when his body collided with the ground, he also took his phone with him opening it back up and seeing the date and time right now

FEB 14 2039 4:15 AM

"Valentines day..." He thought in his head, eyelids lowering slowly while he closed his phone. He was well aware that all he was about to see outside again were couples being lovely dovely with each other; he doesn't despise couples but would rather not be surrounded by them for a whole day (not to mention he's already lonely enough). He groggily stood up from the floor, yawning and rubbing his eyes preparing to start the day again

¦Slight pov change

Hot water trailed down (Name)'s body while at the same time his fingers were roughly rubbing his sculpt. A hot shower just before a busy day was all he needed, unfortunately for him some soap had managed to get into his eyes so now he had to deal with his eyes closed half of the time in the shower, waving his hands around to find the shower head (Name) slightly slipped back

"Oh fuck!"

He desperately reached out to grab something to save his fall, but to his dissapoint he grabbed water that was running down the shower head instead. Physically and mentally preparing for the blow on the back of his head he shutted his eyes tighter and bit his lip to embrace the impact (hehe get it)

SPLASH

Instead of colliding with the cold tiled floor of his bathroom, he instead was met with nothing but something like water. Panic and dread ran through (Name)'s veins and body, "What is happening?!" he thought to himself, and began to swim upwards in a accelerating speed seeing that he was losing his breath quickly.

(Name) was fortunate enough to get his hands on a large piece of rock in the middle of the waters, following that he lifted his lower half to be able to climb onto the cold hard stone and steadily catch a breather; flinching his eyes open, eyelashes fluttering from the dripping water (Name)'s expression shifted and turned into a startled reaction.

His entire surroundings were covered in water, but he could see a vaguely sight of a camp towards him just a few meters away. Millions of thoughts raced towards his mind but one thing was definitely certain and obvious "Where the hell am I!?!?" (Name) shouted slightly in a distraught and confused tone, did the fall in the shower really hit him that hard that he started to hallucinate? And where the hell was he!? How can he go out of the water butt naked!

The previous panic he had received double by many, he was confused and distraught on where is this place he suddenly appeared into?

"I must be hallucinating right?.. Cause there's no bloody way this is even physically possible!" (Name) exclaimed holding the cheeks of his face with both hands, his chest repeatedly going up and down along with his hands trembling rapidly.

"Aha.. Anytime now! Wake up wake up!!" He pinched the side of his face, a look of horror when realization hitted him. That what was happening right now was in fact real "No fucking way..." His breath shortened with his body, barely able to hold on and plunge right back into the deep waters.

「(°ヘ°)

After a long while, (Name) had pulled himself together and swimed across the waters to the camp he had seen earlier. Currently hiding in a large bush right behind the camp, legs close together and his hands hugging them tightly; Afraid that he will accidentally and unintentionally flash someone passing by. He wanted to 'borrow' some clothes from the camp near him or anything that may hide his body.

"It's alright (Name).. Just keep calm and don't fuck it up.. just gotta get something" (Name) whispered to himself, he breathed in and out; quietly walking to the camp whilst covering his body.

"Fuck this is embarrassing.." (Name) mumbled to himself, his face bright red for he never even once thought a situation like this would happen in his life.

His eyes darted around the camp seeing that there wasn't any sign of life or people there. Only a small lighted firecamp that seemed to have been made just not long ago; "Is there something that could help me here..." He whispered to himself pupils narrowing down on the small camp for any useful materials.

To his luck, he lucky managed to spot a small ragged sack with a rope neatly tying together the medium sized pouch

ITEM AQUIRED: RAGGED SACK [COMMON]

A suprised look emerged from (Name)'s face, his eyelashes continously blinking "What.." kneading his eyes with the palm of his hands and focusing it back on the blue screen plastered on his face.

"Ho.. Holy shit!" (Name) exclaimed a small grin on his lips. He extended his hand to reach out to the display, but the moment his fingertips even brused through the screen it started to immediately glitch.

"Is this like an RPG?" He questioned to himself. His palm brushing against the air continously, attempting to try and touch the blue screen glowing on his face.

'SYSTEM REBOOTING.. 79%'

A robotic voice echoed through (Name)'s ears making his body jolt "Huh!?" His eyes were even wider now, quickly rotating his head to find where the voice he previously heard came from "H-Hello?" it was obvious his voice was nervous, for he was thrown into what seems like a weird world.

Σ(゜゜)

(Name) sat on the ground, his arms crossed while he showed an expression of curiousity. It was just mere seconds till the glowing blue screen infront of him reached 100%, he waited with anticipation and slight anxiety. He was well excited to see if this really was just like an RPG game, afterall (Name) got his fair share of playing multiple games and has pulled countless all nighters.

But part of (Name) also had anxiety, he didn't knew what could exactly happen if that number does reach 100%. And he didn't plan on possibly getting killed just after he arrived on this new world.

"Alright.. Ahem, Hello?" (Name) called out to the blue colored rectangular shape infront of him. He waited a few seconds for any response from it "Right.. I had my expectations too high" sighing and beginning to lose interest, after all something like this would be physical impossible to happen.

Just as he was about to lose the last remaining hope he had, a small bing echoed through the area "HELLO PLAYER." A male robotic voice replied back at him. (Name)'s eyes widened, his breathing hitched for a quick moment. "No.. No way" his body trembled slightly, but even in his anxious state. He couldn't help but form a small smile, it didn't take long for the system to respond again "WELCOME, TO GENSHIN IMPACT. PLEASE TYPE YOUR NAME:_____"

Pause.

Genshin impact?! Like THE game he's been playing every single day? The game you're obsessed with? "H.. Huh!? Wait a second, pause!" (Name) stopped the system from furthermore talking, a cold sweat rolling down his (Skin color) skin.

He looked at the blue rectangular infront of him with an expression of confusion and sternness. "You have some explaining to do first.." (Name) didn't dare to look away from the screen, intensely staring at it waiting for any response or answer just to help him understand what the hell was happening.

(◍•ᴗ•◍)

Just as expected, the robotic voice had not responded in a long while. (Name) was sitting down on the ground, his gaze continously looking around the place for any passerby.

(Name) had opened the ragged poutch earlier and found some decent clothes; a black short sleeved shirt that exposed a small bit of his stomach along with a plain white medium length jacket. His lower body consisted of dark shaded casual versatile pants and high cut steeled boots

(Name) had a pretty pleased expression with the outfit he was given. He expected something like a ragged up clothes that would make his appearance look like a beggar. But the system decided to be benevolent and gave him a nice and comfy, not too tight or not too lose clothes.

"Are you gonna talk or..." (Name) trailed off as he anticipated what the system would further say to him. To his dismay the glowing sapphire colored screen only continued to glow on his face.

(Name) took a deep breath and began to think of a possible name to type in the blank space, it had to have deep meaning, a deeper lore yet also remain beautiful in the ever so slightest.

NAME: PUSSYANDDICKDESTROYER2000 [X invalid]

A scoff escaped from (Name)'s lips "What a shame." (Name) looked at the crimson red text displayed infront of him, he sighed in dissapointment. Left with no choice, he then began entering his name instead. The system immediately turned to a floral green as that name was validated.

"So.. What now" He whispered to himself and stared at the screen with a bored expression. Without any warning the screen in front of him began glowing brightly, it's shine blinding his eyes "Ack! What the hell!" (Name) shouted, he turned his head away in a swift motion and closed his eyes tightly for he didn't want to get blinded by its illumination.

After a short while, the light began to diminish slowly. (Name) turned his head back to look at what had happened, his eyes widened a bit. The sapphire screen was now gone and instead was replaced with a green orb that floated in the air.

"What..."

"Hello, (Name). You must have alot of questions. I'll answer them all for you, one by one"

A robotic voice echoed through (Name)'s head as he frantically glanced around, not getting used to the situation just yet.

(Name) took a deep breath, his chest lifting and lowering, (E/c) eyes gazed on the green orb ahead of him. He had millions of questions racing through his head, but he settled on one that deemed most important

"Why am I here?"

The glowing verdant colored orb, rotated for a while in complete silence. "In the past years, Generation after generation. You are either the past or the future, you could be one or many, but remain mixed with the blood of the others to be sealed at one individual."

Silence filled the atmosphere and (Name) couldn't help but stare at the orb in utter confusion. "Ha? What are you saying... Nevermind" Name shaked his head as he couldn't figure out a thing on what the system responded to him. He decided to move on to the next important question;

"Do I get cool powers?" (Name) eagerly spoke, barely being able to keep his excitement within him.

"Unfortunately not. You have to unlock your 'powers' by expirience...Nonetheless, (Name)- you will figure it out soon." The green orb began levitating it's way to (Name). It stopped its tracks in front of his small exposed stomach, then did it suddenly began turning into small particles that marked the side of (Name)'s stomach.

"Hey! What at you doing?" (Name) shouted in confusion and distraught. Seeing how the green orb began to fade while at the same time a medium sized snake mark began appearing on the side of his abdomen

It didn't felt like nothing at all either - the more the snake mark began to get clearer did it felt even more painful. The sensation was like getting your own insides get twisted endlessly, it did not help that his own mind began to feel dizzy with strong pulse.

"Agh..." (Name) breathed heavily, clutching his abdomen tightly with his arms and began to lay down on the ground, his body curling up into a ball so that he could bear the pain better.

**INSTALLATION PROCESS COMPLETED

The familiar voice echoed through (Name)'s mind and thankfully, the pain began to subdue till he couldn't feel the same cramping pain on his abdomen. Relief coursed through (Name)' s veins for he did not have to feel the discomfort ever again... Hopefully.

"Ha.. Finally" (Name) stretched out his legs on the ground until realization hitted him, all his previous relief faded in a instant: He couldn't move his body.

"Fuck."

щ(`Д´щ;)

Aside from continuously cursing inside his head (Name) was not able to freely move any parts of his limbs, the sensation was something like getting your own free will taken away from your body.

It seriously sucked

'Curse you system... I'll be sure you drag you down to hell with me...' (Name)'s mind only had thoughts of misery and deep hatred to the system that bounded him to the floor, so much so that he didn't even realize a floating young girl screaming at his poor state

"GREAT SEVEN!! Traveler!! There's someone here!!!" The girl screamed at the top of her lungs making him cringe at how high pitched it was. (Name) wanted to raise his head and take a peak at who on teyvat could be yelling at such a distressed and high tone.

And then that's where realization hitted him.

First off: he was transmitted into the world of genshin impact for whatever bullshit reason. Second: there's only one kind of person who could have such a high pitch voice that puts operas into shame.

'Paimon!. This is a good thing! The Traveler could possibly help me right!?' (Name)'s thoughts of sorrow and misery quickly began to dissperse and were instead replaced with hope and anticipation!

A pair of footsteps made their way closer and closer to (Name)'s body. The crunching sound of the ground below him stopped in front of his body, then he felt a hand graze upon his head making him shiver from the touch.

"Traveler! Is he okay? He doesn't look that well to paimon.." Paimon's voice continued with wary and concern for the person. The Traveler only continued to inspect (Name)'s conditions. He was no doctor but it was plainly obvious that the guy must have suffered through alot of pain

"Paimon, let's help the guy up first." The Traveler explained to paimon and she nodded obediently. Paimon grabbed (Name) by the back of his jacket with her tiny hands and struggled to make him sit up properly.

She eventually did it successfully but had to take a breather after all of that work. The Traveler was busy rummaging through his inventory to find something that could possibly help the guy's conditions.

Meanwhile with (Name), he currently was experiencing cardiac arrest....

Just kidding o(≧∇≦o)

'System. What the fuck do I do?'

(Name) had been faking himself to be unconscious, he really wasn't sure to do in the situation so his body just went into instinct and played somewhat dead.

Unfortunately for him the system had abandoned him, and if that wasn't enough they also took his privilege to even talk so it really did feel like his body was just dead at this point!

'System you bastard you better-'

'The System provides you with a 24/7 service. How may I help you?'

(Name) grew an irk mark on his forehead seeing the blue screen appear once again on his face.

'I have so much questions but why did you take away my talking privilege?!'

'Task: Befriend and become The Travelers companion assisting him throughout his journey

Reward: 200 points + Unlocking more skills

Punishment: Death'

'Excuse me?'

System how could you do this to our poor reincarnator! How could he possibly befriend The Traveler without even using his voice!?

o（ｉДｉ）o

"Uhm.. Is it Paimon or is this guy not talking at all!" Paimon and The Traveler stood infront of (Name)'s figure. He previously managed to get fully healed by the Traveler by getting him to eat food...His body was free from its restraints but a bigger problem occurred!

"Uhm.. Hello? Could you talk to us?" Paimon floated her way to (Name)'s side in worry; The whole time they were together he hadn't uttered a single word or even sound! That quickly took Paimon and The Travelers attention.

(Name) sweatdropped at their stares digging deeper into his body. His eyes avoided their gaze for he felt more and more awkward with the time passing by. Paimon followed with a huff

"Hey mister! We helped you so could you atleast tell us something?" Paimon stomped her foot in the air, her patience skinning down but her companion kept a cool face.

Left with no choice, (Name) shaked his head. He turned his head to look at them directly, he pointed at his throat and did an 'X' sign with his two index fingers. Hopefully they would understand.

Thankfully the two understood what he meant, Paimon took the lead: "Ooh! Paimon sees. You can't really talk can you? You're somewhat similar to the Traveler here" Paimon smiled enthusiastically and soon followed with her finger pointing at the Traveler.

"Can you uhm, Write down your name for us mister?" Paimon asked floating around the air. (Name) nodded his head at her question, he took a twig from the ground and then began writing his name down on the sand.

The duo watched closely at what he was writing down in the sand. (Name) couldn't help but worry since it was most likely that they wouldn't understand what he was writing because the world had a language foreign to earth.

After a short while, (Name) placed down the twig beside him. He decided that it was more efficient to draw things that started with the letter of his name so that it spelled it out perfectly.

To his relief again, they understood what he tried to do. Paimon connected the pieces and uttered "(Name)?" her voice was unsure if she said or pronounced it right even.

(Name) quickly nodded at Paimons words, he smiled to himself. His efforts weren't in vain!!

Paimon smiled back at him, joyful that she got it right. The Traveler watched the scene with his eyes and couldn't help but smile too, he raised his hands and clapped at Paimons answer.

Paimon giggled rubbing the back of her hair, feeling shy with the amount of attention she was getting.

"Hehe, that was nothing for Paimon!" Paimon placed both of her hands on her hips, a face full of pride emitted on her face. But she also couldn't brush off the most important question to (Name)

"How did this happen to you, Name?" Paimon questioned him with curiosity in her mind. The Traveler couldn't help but also be curious on how (Name) became like that.

'End my misery. How can I explain it to those two!?'

A/n: Yayy made a new series! Sorry for the long wait with my posts（┬┬＿┬┬）motivation doesn't hit me that much anymore

[FUNFACT: when (Name) was experiencing excruciating pain in his abdomen it's actually similar to period cramps :3

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discotitsposts · 7 months ago

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my little secret

reader x mgg

she/her pronouns used (but you can imagine whatever you want)

reader has a secret tumblr account where she writes fanfiction about her husband

mature themes.

Matthew Gray Gubler walks around his house. Looking for his wife. She was nowhere to be found. He knocks on her office door. He knows she may not hear because sometimes she plays music loudly in her headphones so he opens the door and steps in. He sees her bopping her head to whatever song she may be playing and typing rapidly. He smiles at the sight.

Since the door to the office was behind her, she doesn’t see him creep up behind her. Perfect opportunity for a spooky scare. He’s about to scare her when he notices what she’s doing on her computer.

She’s on Tumblr. Typing up what looks to be a long story? He knows she’s an author but wow. Her fingers move extra fast over the keyboard and he senses inspiration was hitting her over and over.

Then he sees what she’s writing. A few lines stick out to him.

“He slipped his length inside of her slowly.”

“Her dripping heat.”

“She moans out, ‘Spencer’ and grips the blankets.”

She’s writing a smut story on Tumblr with a character named Spencer? Out of the ordinary. He thinks. She’s stopped typing to think for a second. Now or never. He thinks.

“Boo!” He yells and touches her shoulders. She screams so loud and frantically tries to hide what she was writing. She clicks save on the draft and closes the page.

“Whatcha writing.” He smirks knowing full well what she was doing.

“What..N..Nothing.” She stammers and stands up. “I’m gonna get a snack. Want anything.”

Matthew looks at the empty chair and sits down and opens Tumblr to see what she had written.

She screams, “NOO!! Don’t look at that.”

He laughs while going onto her blog. It’s a Spencer Reid fan account. She had revealed little details like her name and favorite music, but hadn’t notified her followers of her marriage to a certain man. She had also written fanfiction about Spencer that was, accurate, in terms of the size of a certain body part.

He clicks on a post with his name in it. It reads, Do you guys think Matthew Gray Gubler brushes his teeth in the shower?

“Hey, that was ONE time!” He says out loud.

She scoffs, “Twice, actually.”

Another one, a photo of his lap zoomed in on the crotch with the caption, “His wife must be happy.”

“She is.” He says out loud. She is absolutely mortified at his findings.

He keeps reading. Spencer, Spencer, Himself, Spencer.

“So you love Spencer more than you love me?” He jokingly pouts.

“Yeah I’m planning on leaving you for Spencer Reid. We’re running away together tonight.” She jokes back.

“I won’t let you!” He dramatically stands up and grabs her. They both hear a loud cry from upstairs.

“Someone’s hungry.” She says and leaves to the kitchen to get her baby’s bottle. Matthew goes upstairs to comfort their daughter. When his wife comes upstairs, the sight is so beautiful it should be framed.

Matthew’s in the rocking chair in the nursery holding his daughter and gently cradling her while she’s fussing. He’s whispering a poem to her. He sees his wife walk in and she hands him the bottle.

“There you go baby, see, you were just hungry sweetie.” He speaks in a voice sweeter than honey. He smiles down at her. When she falls asleep in his arms he brings her back to the crib and lays her down. Meanwhile, his wife puts on a relaxation cd that has lullabies, soft sounds and ocean waves. They exit the room quietly.

“Back to Tumblr I presume.” He smiles. “I thought you were supposed to be working on your next book.”

“I am, it’s just something on the side to keep my skills fresh.” She replies.

“Does the publishing company know about this ‘extracurricular activity’ of yours?” He takes her arm and they walk back to the office together.

“No, like I said it’s just something fun. Testing the waters.” She slips back into her chair and opens Tumblr again.

Matthew comes up right behind her and whispers in her ear. “I’m never letting you live this down.” He runs away but she grabs the water gun on her desk and chases him with it.

the end (they lived happily ever after)

just a silly little story

this man deserves a child i had to include him w a baby

@whoisspence this is one of the fics i was talking abt

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #matthewgraygubler #matthew gray gubler x reader #mgg x reader #criminal minds fanfic #fanfiction

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sweetiecutie · 2 years ago

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Pairing: yandere!Tom Riddle x gn!Reader

Synopsis: no one can take you away from Tom, not even Death itself

Warnings: yandere themes, obsessive behavior, non-sexual nudity, dark forces, mention of death and bodies, reader’s gender not specified

You felt weird. Your ears were filled with buzzing white noise, mind racing but also completely muddled up. You inhaled sharply, searing pain surged through all of your body at the feeling of your lungs expanding. It felt like your insides were set ablaze all at once. Rattling cough tore through your throat, filling your mouth with the some thick slime-like substance that you quickly spat out, gulping desperately on cold air in fast shallow breaths.

From what your overwhelmed senses could tell - you were laying down on some kind of flooring - which felt more like bare stone. You struggled to get yourself into sitting position, hard cobbles dug into your flesh painfully, causing you to shiver violently from both cold and discomfort.

You cracked your eyes open, blinking rapidly a few times to get the same sticky slimey stuff out of your eyes. It was very dark around- or was it your unstable state? Heavy steps could be heard, coming in your direction; your body tensed impossibly more, head snapping in direction of nearing man(?), hands roaming the ground underneath you, trying to find something - anything - to defend yourself with.

- Shhhhh, dearest, it’s just me. You’re safe, - a familiar voice spoke soothingly, your body relaxing at the dear sound of it.

- Tom? - you whispered, eyes flickering in all directions haphazardly, trying to distinguish male’s slim figure in thick darkness.

Tom fell to his knees next to you, muttering quiet ‘Lumos’, dim ray of light coming from the tip of his wand blinded you temporarily. You heard some soft shuffling before a thick woolen cloak was wrapped tightly around your shuddering frame.

You managed to crack your eyes open, finally being abele to look around. You peeked down at yourself - your body looked raw - as if you spent hours emerged in hot water - skin was a bringt pink color, extremely sensitive to the smallest of touches - just like an infant in first minutes of its life. You were completely bare, some weird slippery substance was covering every part of you, cooling your body down unpleasantly.

Your eyes wandered up to Tom. His face was gaunt - cheeks looked as hollow as ever; dark eyes you loved so much were unusually sunken, dark purplish circles you knew he got from sleepless nights were laying underneath them; his beautiful lips were chopped and pale, lacking their usual plushness; lush shiny waves of brown hair laying so elegantly on his forehead now looked bleak and brittle. Tom looked ill - as if he was struggling from protracted ailment. But even despite his miserable -you could’ve never thought of using this adjective for describing Tom Riddle- appearance, his eyes were sparkling maniacally, like diamonds in finest of the jewelry.

- Tom, what happened? I don’t understand… - you inquired quietly. Your throat felt way too tight, making your voice sound shaky and weak, and you struggled to get words out. You felt Tom wrapping his arms tightly around you, bringing you to his chest in a tight embrace.

- Everything’s all right now, my love. It’s okay, you are safe with me, - Tom muttered more to himself, rocking you from side to side gently.

You took a look at your surroundings - it looked like you were inside of a huge dark cave of some sorts, rough wet stones were forming walls and ceiling of the cavity, you could hear water dripping down the stalactites all around, hitting the rocks underneath with loud echoing sounds. What caught your attention were deep involute lines carved deeply into stone ground, forming an intricate designs all around you, slightest red glow was still visible emanating from them.

There were dead bodies laying all around. About a dozen of men and women, some of them you recognized as Tom’s devoted followers, were splayed around what seemed to be a transfiguration circle. There were no injuries nor blood on them visible. In fact, they looked fully normal if it wasn’t for their dull eyes and looks of absolute horror etched on their lifeless faces.

And then suddenly pictures flashed before your eyes - Tom’s face, still full of health and youthful beauty, covered in grime and blood, was gazing down at you, his eyes sparkling with shiny tears. What was that? Why was he crying? And then, like in some kind of drunken haze, you looked down at yourself - a huge crimson blotch was growing bigger and bigger on your robes, saturating soft cotton fabric in warm sticky blood. You looked back up at Tom - he was full on crying now, babbling “don’t leave me” and “please, don’t die” over and over again, trembling hands pressing down onto your chest, trying to stop the blood flow.

What was he talking about? Why would you die? You tried to say it, to console your silly boy, reassure that there’s no way you would leave him - but no sound came out of your throat, no matter how hard you tried. Your mouth filled with sickening metallic taste of your own blood, black clouding your vision rapidly.

And now you remembered. Those were your memories - your last ones - before you died.

But how was this all possible? Here you were, blood and flesh, warm and breathing and surely alive, in welcoming arms of your lover.

- Tom? What have you done?.. - horror mixed with shock slowly crept up your back, all the way to your chest and throat, making it even harder to breath than before.

- Nothing will ever hurt you again. I won’t let that happen, I promise, - Tom uttered next to your ear, his body shaking with soundless sobs as he held you even closer to himself,

- I will keep you safe, away from all dangers. You will know no worries nor fears. It will be just the two of us, in our perfect world we’ve always dreamed of. Forever.

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blkgirl-writing · 1 year ago

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So. Technically... the Revivify spell only works for one minute after death.

Begging for a piece where Gale sees Tav go down in combat, everyone is fighting for their lives, meanwhile he's across the battlefield, fighting his hardest to get closer and feeling the minute they have to revive Tav slipping away...

Gale x Fem!reader

"Cold to the touch"

I have never finished a request so fast I'll be honest. This is so heartbreaking but absolutely amazing.

Tags and TWs: angst, a bit funny, some detailed graphic violence and blood, Gale in denial lowkey.

Sometimes the fights you picked should have been fights evaded

"Gale, go!" you screeched, seconds before the killing blow you your chest, blood rapidly pooling around your feet, too much blood, you whispered as you looked down with blurring vision, clutching at your skin, trying to stop the bleeding, even for a second. The last bit of your strength used to look back up at gale, and smile. your body thudded to the ground, completely and utterly lifeless.

Gale blinked. The wind knocked out of him like he was hit with a battering ram. He fractically looked around, who was close? no one. Astarion was high on the rooftop, Wyll and Karlach surrounded with no way out, everyone on the brink of death themselves. Lae'zel the furthest and least likely to help. That just left-

"Shadowheart? Shadowheart, HEAL HER!"

"I'm fresh out of spells-" Shadowheart yelled, looking back at your limp body. "I think...She's past anything I can do right now, anyway."

Gale's gaze went down to his own hands, the revive in his pocket, how many things were around him, and how much strength he really did have. Your body was getting cold, soul leaving body, time was of the essence.

"damn it" he whispered, squeezing his eyes tightly closed, concentrating on making sure he wouldn't lose you. He couldn't lose you. If the thoughts of your beautiful life absent from the rest of his miserable one crept up, he'd be paralyzed, he simply could not dwell on the bleak future. "ok"

Gale forced himself forward, nearly slipping immediately and cursing himself. Running. if he wasn't out of all the magic he could muster he could simply misty step. Instead he was forced to make his way little by little while watching the last of life slip from you as the reality set in. He couldn't get to you in time. He needed to save himself and the others if there was any hope of even bringing your corpse to have a proper burial. He had to topple goblins and just stare feet away from you as your magic slipped permanently away from this world. Helpless, and tearful.

He wanted to cover you up. Clothes ripped open from your wounds, he didn't want you to feel exposed. Though, he knew you weren't feeling anything at all. But he had nothing. Once again failing himself and you when he felt you most needed it.

"There....there has to be something we can do" he held your freezing and damp hand in his own warm ones. Enemies blood pooled with your own,. the fight was won, but it truly felt wrong to say those words. He had been brushing your hair out of your eyes while the others gathered around. They'd been the furthest, so Gale had gotten precious moments alone. Muttering sentances he didn't finish. About how he had failed you. About what could have been. Maybe an I love you had fallen from his lips, but it didn't matter anymore, not if he could never hear the words he so wanted to hear back from you, from your own sweet voice.

"I don't know, I....I'm so sorry, Gale." Shadowheart softly touched gales back for a moment of comfort and caring that was so rare for her. that's how he knew it was real. "I know you cared."

I know you cared. He didn't know why those words were his breaking point, but he suddenly felt water dripping down his face. Silent tears rushing down his race. "I truly did."

"We will find a way, Gale. Have hope." Wyll crouched beside Gale on the ground. "I don't think we can do this without her."

"I'll bring her back. Somehow." Gale nodded, finally tearing his gaze away from you. Everyone stood around your corpse. Everyone with the same, grim look. Though, Wyll just looked...sad, sadness for Gales pain, and for the senseless loss of another.

Gale had to get you back to get you comfortable in camp. You couldn't stay here. Not for animals to ravage.

"I'll get her to camp for you, Gale. Don't ware yourself out" Karlach effortlessly hoisted your body over her shoulder. Gale gathered the items that dropped from your pockets on the ground, covered in grime and blood. But he simply wiped it away. He didn't want you to have to clean it off later. He'd worry about the red stains on his fingers and blotches on his clothes later. He just had to worry about getting you back, and never losing you again.

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ohnococo · 8 months ago

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Rainy Day in with JJK Men

❧ Geto, Gojo, Nanami, & Choso

❧ fluff and a little hint of smut, fem bodied reader, no pronouns used for reader, kissing, fingering

❧ Geto

Geto spends his rainy day with you naked and with music drifting through the halls of your home alongside the sound of the rain on your windows. It’s a self care day, if anything. Hot bath together, where he washes your hair. Cup of tea on the couch while you enjoy just being near one another.

You’re not quite sure when you’d drifted off, but you’re pulled out of your dreams gently by a small wave of warm water hitting your shoulders, then awoken fully when another one cascades down your chest. It pulls you back into a reality that is just as pleasant as any fantasy your sleeping mind could conjure, as you feel the thighs wrapped around you, and the soft rise and fall of the chest you were leaning back against. You tilt your head back, locking eyes with Suguru and smiling.

“Go back to sleep, I’m just keeping you warm.”

A sigh meets the humid air of the bathroom, so low it’s barely audible above the sound of music coming from the other room. Your feet rise from the bathwater as you stretch your legs, grunting slightly, and you shake your head.

“Let’s get in bed instead.”

Suguru doesn’t seem quite like he’s ready to move yet, still cupping small handfuls of water and pouring them down the small parts of you left exposed from under the water. He lets you know your hint has been taken though, as his other hand slides from where it had been loosely holding your waist and down to knead at the soft flesh of your inner thigh.

“We don’t have to get out for that.” He slides his hand up your thigh, fingers trailing closer and closer until they’re brushing at you so lightly it sends a shiver through you.

“I don’t want to splash water everywhere.”

“Oh?” Suguru stops his gentle splash against your chest, instead tilting your face so he can look at you properly, even if it meant separating your back from his chest ever so slightly. “You want it like that then?”

Your smile widens. “I want it like that.”

❧ Gojo

Gojo is the kind of man who will turn off his infinity just to dance in the rain with you. Turning your stereo up and grabbing your hands, he loves the little squeal you let out as he pulls you out the door and into the rain, kissing you and hugging you close while you get a little reckless together. It’s all worth it for the hot shower you take together after when he can’t keep his hands off of you, it’s even more worth it when he warms you up further in bed with his body on top of yours.

You wonder for a second if any of the strangers in the other apartments are looking out their window, into the rain, at two idiots dancing on their balcony, squealing and laughing and holding each other by the forearms. Gojo catches that split second of your mind being on anything other than the two of you, and rectifies it by pulling you close, chest to chest, forcing you to tilt your head up to look at him.

It only half works. You’re close as can be, your mind on only him now, but you can hardly see him as you blink rapidly, rain dripping off his white hair and cascading down onto your face. It doesn’t matter though, not when he’s bringing his soft lips to yours, letting out a flirty little hum that makes your lips tingle, his mouth insisting upon turning your dance into something much more intimate. His breath is hot against your face as he waits for you to do the same, allowing entry to both his tongue and the rain sliding off of his lips and into your mouth. You drink him in, then breathe him in, and he clutches at your body tightly enough that even the thin and soaking fabric stuck to you is shifted around by his touch.

“I wanna warm you up.” His voice is playful, light, then his tongue tickles at yours and leaves more than your heart throbbing.

“You’d better, it’s your fault I’m all wet in the first place.”

❧ Nanami

A rainy day with Nanami is spent close, baking, eating, reading. A day filled with comfortable silence with the rain as your soundtrack.

On rainy days like these you honestly think you might be the comfiest person in the whole city. Window cracked to let some of that soft petrichor in to mingle with the candles lit and the scent of bread proofing in your kitchen, your head nestled in on Nanami’s strong thighs, the current book the two of you were making your way through held just above where you were resting as he reads aloud.

These afternoons recharge you better than any rest or relaxation you’d experienced before having Nanami Kento in your life, and you think it must be the same for him from the way he’d grown into something much softer in the time you’d been together. It keeps you in a near constant state of contented warmth, even with the summer rain cooling down your apartment. That calm sense of happiness moves to something more than a low simmer, bubbling up and making itself known as a soft chuckle you can’t help letting loose at just how good things have turned out for you in this life. It makes Nanami pause, keen to be let in on any inner workings you wished to share with him.

“Hm?” He lifts the book out of the way, smiling down at you, brows raised and eyes full of gentle adoration.

“I’m just really happy like this.”

His smile only brightens, and it fills you with as much happiness as everything else about him as you let out another breathy laugh.

“Me too. I suppose I’ll wait a little longer before we switch, then?”

“Yes, please.” You nuzzle into his thighs, happy to soak in a few more minutes of his voice before you take the book and he gets his own opportunity to listen along and rest his eyes. As comfy as you are like this, you are happy to take those turns, knowing you bring him just as much comfort as he brings you.

❧ Choso

Choso likes the rain a lot for a man who hates getting caught in it. Safe at home though? He’s always happy when it’s raining. He likes to make a nest, of sorts, with you. All the pillows and blankets in the house in one big pile on the bed or couch, bundled up with you, and the windows cracked. He says he loves the smell of the rain, and the energy that flows through the air. He wants that in the house, wants you to feel it too. He wants to hold you, kiss you, give you all the affection he has with you two stuck indoors with no one but each other. He wants to receive the words of affirmation he so craves.

Choso thinks that there may just be nothing better in this world and the next besides the private little nest he makes with you on days like this. Every pillow, every cushion, makes a throne for you both, so you don’t have to move a muscle unless you really want to. The plush duvet is topped with every throw and spare blanket you have, a love nest made necessary by the cracked windows letting a pervasive draft flow through your home. It makes you all the cosier, knowing that even a toe peeking out would have you both shivering - you aren’t at risk of such a thing though. Choso has made sure of it, loving the not-so-forced proximity of you having your bodies pressed so tightly together that no one on earth could separate his skin from yours.

Your knees have bumped and slid and found their places between each other’s legs. Your sides may as well be glued, pocket of heat beneath the covers so well stoked that you’d have to be peeled free. Your arms have pet and soothed and taken up residence around Choso’s waist. His, however, do the only work that is to be done on a lazy day like this. One arm wrapped around you, squeezing at your shoulder like it was his own duty to keep you locked in place. Other arm trailing down your body to keep his hand settled between your thighs, petting at your warmth to punctuate his gratefulness for the words you were gifting him with between soft moans and hitched breaths.

“I love it here.” Your nose brushes his, and it throws off his clumsy work below. You give him a moment, letting him correct himself, letting him try harder even as you soak the sheets below from how long he’d been accidentally teasing you. “I love you.”

He’s thrown off again, but you don’t mind. You have all day.

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waklman · 1 year ago

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Bubbles

summary: bradley flushes out your eyes when he blinds you with chlorine during swim practice one night.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x female reader.

warnings: no use of y/n. fluff, suggestive jokes. 18+ blog in general.

word count: 1k

olympic swimmer au

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"I won’t be able to see again,” you sniff, mourning the loss of your eyesight.

“Sweetheart, it’s just chlorine,” Bradley seals his lips together to hide a smile. With your eyes scrunched shut, he’s ushering you inside the empty locker room, leading you towards the line of open showers.

While you knew that you’d eventually end up being dunked into the pool during your boyfriend’s late night swim practice—you anticipated that he’d do it while you had on your goggles at least.

But, no. The conniving gold medalist had the nerve to ask for a kiss as a pretense to pull you into the chemically treated water. And of course you were going to come waddling over because honestly, who wouldn’t?

The lazy smile on his face sparkled under the glow of the underwater led lighting system, and his biceps increased in size because he had been doing backstrokes for the last hour.

If you didn’t have the confirmation that he was human, you would’ve assumed he was some sort of siren—luring your unsuspecting self closer towards him.

“But, hey. You’re still kinda sexy doggy paddling away from me, blind and all.” He unhelpfully adds on, guiding you by the hips.

Nudging the back of your ankle, he steers you away from the bench you’re about to walk into. “Watch where you’re goin’ baby.”

“I can’t watch! I’m blind!”

“Oh, really? I couldn’t tell when you were screaming that earlier,” he puts forth, deep voice practically dripping in a thick coat of sarcasm.

All he gets in response from you is something akin to a growl, as he spins you around to face him, backing you up into the tiny shower that barely fits you both.

As of right now, he has no plans to peel your swimsuit off, so the curtain stays open.

Now standing under the shower head together, Bradley reaches to twist the knobs behind you. Leaning his head in, he blocks the water from hitting the top of your head. “Open. And I mean your eyes, not your mouth.”

“I-I know that!”

In a rush to get the pain over with, your eyes shoot open and you lean back, giving your smirking boyfriend a view of the irritation he caused to your poor eyeballs.

Lifting his head upright, Bradley raises his pruney fingers to gently hold your eyelids open.

Whispering encouraging praise of Good girl, Bradley helps you get through the uncomfortable feeling of water filtering over the scratchy surface of your pupils.

“I don’t know how your stupid mustache doesn’t burn off from all the chemicals in that pool,” you grumble, rolling your eyes back, chasing relief for yourself.

“Oh shut up, you like it.”

When you don’t give him a snappy response, Bradley chuckles. Because he’s right. You do like it.

After thirty seconds of you silently flushing out your eyes—and Bradley assisting you, the pain subsides.

At that, relief fills you. Because not long ago, you were sure today would be the last day you’d ever get to see your handsome boyfriend’s face.

Blinking rapidly underneath him, Bradley takes it as a sign to hover his face over yours again—blocking off the stream of cold water from hitting your face. Though, the weak pressure of the shower pangs against his thick neck instead, tracing down his muscled back.

With his hands back on his sides, Bradley cracks his knuckles against his tight custom swim shorts.

“Thought you liked it, Bubbles,” the curve of his mouth lifts upward, stretching his grin to its limit. If there was one way to get you worked up—besides yanking you into the pool—it was bringing up your nightmarish attempt to ask him out on a date.

Truly, you don’t know what came over you when you blurted out Do you want to come over and watch Bubble Guppies?

But then again, the three brain cells scrambling around in your head at the time couldn’t come with anything better when there was Bradley Bradshaw—your dad’s new olympic recruit standing in front of you—very shirtless and very wet. And very much your age and type.

It would be a lie to say that you stopped fighting with your father when he dragged you to work with him. Suddenly, it wasn’t all that bad.

Who knew that towel folding and monitoring equipment would magically become easier when you had some eye candy walking around the two meter pool every single day.

“I wish I never watched Bubble Guppies with you!”

“Hey, at least ‘M not calling you Mr. Grouper,” he offers, scrunching his nose at you. At the remembrance of that round goldfish that led around the school of guppies, you’re glad he’s not calling you that either.

“Mr. Grouper acts more like my dad.” Fat droplets fall from your water clogged lashes when you start to smile.

Smoothly, Bradley ducks down to kiss your smiley mouth. “I must really like you, to be kissing you after watchin’ you swim away like a drowning dog.”

That rush he gets from winning a race pounds him right in the chest when you swat his defined arm, your giggle echoing through the vacant locker room.

Bradley’s unable to resist pecking your lips again. “You think Mr. Grouper would be happy that his little girl is off hanging with the likes of me?” He quips, cocking his head.

At this rate, his face is a bit sore from grinning so hard. He could imagine the shit Seresin would give him for smiling like a loser right now.

You shrug, playfulness glinting in your eyes. “Well, do you think he’d rather me swim with members of the U.S team or Great Britain?”

Bradley’s expression immediately drops, not pleased with the mention of that other team.

There were so many other countries you could’ve brought up, and like your dad, you decide to rile him up by bringing up the guys who beat him last season.

He audibly frowns, large hands extending to finger the band of your swim bottoms. “I’m hopin’ you don’t have plans to hang around them.”

Bradley eyes you up and down.

Again, you shrug, cheeks almost touching your shoulders when you do so. “Nah, I kinda really like this cute guy on the U.S team.”

“Yeah? Good. ‘Cause I was thinking about dunking you back in the pool, Mr. Grouper.”

“Bradley!”

The following day, Bradley calls you Mr. Grouper for the entirety of swim practice, leaving everyone else confused—especially his Coach.

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stray-kaz · 11 months ago

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The Perfect Excuse : a Roronoa Zoro x f!reader Christmas drabble

Summary: You take hanging mistletoe as the perfect excuse to give Zoro a Christmas kiss.

It was all Nami's fault. She had hung mistletoe in all the doorways of the Going Merry and now you couldn't stop staring at the little sprigs, hope and sheer panic blooming in your chest alongside your heart.

You sat on the floor, gazing up at the mistletoe dripping above Zoro's bedroom door when Nami found you. You barely glanced at her as she bumped your shoulder with hers. You rubbed it absently.

"Thinkin' about lover boy?" she mused, offering a teasing smile.

"He's hardly that" you muttered, grudging.

"But you'd like him to be!" she continued in a singsong. "Why do you think I hung this stuff up everywhere? It's in every doorway so that you have every opportunity to jump him."

You rolled your eyes.

"Jump him?" you repeated, perhaps a little too scathing. "Not gonna happen, Nami."

You shoved to your feet and walked away. You were forced to shrink back against the ship railing when Zoro himself marched towards you, his boots thudding along the wood. He nodded to you and murmured your name in that low, throaty voice of his that always made your skin tingle and your pulse race.

"Moss" you mumbled back, pressing your whole body flat so he can get past without touching you.

Zoro cast you an odd glance, his eyebrows raised just slightly.

"You okay?" he asked uncertainly, reaching out with the back of his hand as if to touch your forehead, check for fever. "You sick?"

You ducked away and nodded, backstepping out of his reach. As you hurried away, you wondered why he had been about to volunteer to touch you, when he hardly ever willingly touched anybody.

Dusk had dropped over the sea like a curtain and the lamps had been lit. Zoro sat near one, his eyes gold in its light. He tipped a bottle up to his lips, his gaze lazily roving across the deck to where you stood by the rail, as far from him as you could get without diving into the water below.

"Merry freaking Christmas" he muttered to himself, before downing the last of the beer and pushing to his feet.

You caught his movement as he shambled in the direction of his quarters, his steps more tired and slow than usual. You didn't notice the others' shared glances as you followed him, your feet seemingly moving on their own.

"Moss."

He turned in his doorway, just on the verge of closing the door and locking himself in for the night. He arched an eyebrow at you, waiting. He dragged his gaze over you again, from the toes of your dusty boots to your rapidly dilating pupils. That surprised him.

You muttered something to yourself and he cocked his head to one side. It sounded like a pep talk.

"Hey..."

He started to say your name, but it faded on the tip of his tongue when you suddenly surged upward and grabbed the front of his shirt in your hands, dragging him down until his mouth hit yours. The mistletoe over your heads swayed slightly with the ship's roll, but you didn't see as your fingers twisted permanent creases in Zoro's shirt and his lips pushed back insistently on yours.

When he drew away to gasp in salty air, his nose ghosted across your cheek and he pressed a sweet, short kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your lips parted to follow him and he smiled at your still closed eyes.

"Merry Christmas, pretty girl."

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baby's breath | 5

↠ summary: Merely by coincidence, Erwin, your father's former friend had crossed paths with you again after nearly a decade. He offered solace once finding out you were struggling with not just school, but your home life as well. His home he shared with another one of your father's friends, Levi, became a sanctuary. Though, the more you came over for study sessions, the more they wiggled themselves into your private life. And like baby's breath, they weeded themselves in so deep you couldn't uproot them.

↠ word count: 4,790

↠ pairing: levi ackerman x reader x erwin smith

↠ genre/warnings: angst, smut, modern au, DARK CONTENT, yandere, water torture, drowning, emotional/physical abuse. NSFW (noncon, knifeplay, bondage, orgasm denial, no aftercare)

You shivered.

Levi had enough decency to graciously leave your pajamas alone. Not that they left much to the imagination and the water dripping off you only exposed you more. From your kneeling position, the man seemed almost endless. The sun behind him cast him in shadow like the night before. Given the circumstances, you could almost call him angelic. A halo of sunlight, a ring around his inky hair that shimmered.

God like in his stature, you’re to be left at his mercy.

The constant dripping of the water coming off the tip of the hose grated your ears. At the end of the hose was a high pressure nozzle with multiple settings. His thumb subtly flipped to the next setting with a click, click. Your body tensed in apprehension, back coiled tight.

“You’re lucky Erwin likes you.”

Both his face and voice were bored. As if torturing you was a chore and not something he indulged in. Despite his words, his eyes gleamed and sparked. Likened to flint hitting steel.

“Because if I had it my way, you would have been meat gifted to the neighbor’s dog,” He brought the nozzle up to his face, staring at it before glancing back at you, “This will have to do.”

“Fuck you,” You weakly spat, voice jittering at the end.

“We’ll get to that.”

You did not like what that entailed. Not like you could be too shocked with the fiasco he pulled at the dinner table. Levi wanted to break you down until nothing of you was left.

His voice pulled you from your thoughts, “We can do this the easy or hard way. Apologize.”

You scoffed at him, “Apologize? Apologize to the fucking bastards-”

Freezing cold water shot up into your nose and into your open mouth. You sputtered once more as Levi was merciless with directing the stream of water right into your face. Your hands begged to shoot out in front of you, to block the assault, but you could only pathetically squirm.

The stream was clicked off. Heaving over, your forehead hit the cement as you gasped for air, snot and drool poured from your orifices.

“Apologize.”

Closing your eyes, you tried to regroup yourself, but Levi stepped closer. Water filled your nostrils once more and you choked and gargled. The pain of liquid going up into your sinuses burned and stung at your eyes. You sucked in your lips to keep the water from going in your mouth and down into your lungs. It offered little help.

The stream hit harder, pelting you. Levi didn’t stop even as you tried to crawl away. It was getting hard to breathe. Fuck, you couldn’t breathe. Panic washed over you, your body shaking and going into overdrive.

“Stop!” You attempted to say, but the water only invaded more of your body.

He stopped. You flopped over to your side, already exhausted. How could you be so weak? Your chest rapidly expanded and concaved. Vision blurry, his form approached you to lift your head up from the ground with a firm grip on your hair.

“Apologize.”

His eyes swallowed you whole. You had to fight, at least for a little longer. Call it stubbornness or stupidity, but you refused to roll over.

“N-no.”

Levi dropped you instantly. Unable to catch yourself, your temple smacked against the concrete. If your head wasn’t swimming enough, it sure was now. Elegantly, he straightened his back and loomed over you properly.

Like he was offended you would dare glare up at him, he sprayed the water at you once more. In your laying position, the ability to crawl away became harder. Desperate for oxygen you rapidly turn your body over, the harsh stream now hitting your back.

“Squirmy little mutt.” You swore you heard Levi mutter over the whooshing hose.

A boot clad foot anchored itself on your hip and turn you back over. He sprayed it right into your face, your back arched with your hands firm against your spine. As your feet scrambled to push yourself from his grip, he dug his heel further into the bone until you screamed. If he applied just a little more pressure your hip would pop out of place. Bruises surely were already forming. The kind that’s beneath skin and muscles ache cruelly.

More water entered your agape mouth. You coughed off the liquid only for it to bubble back into the same orifice along with the constant stream. Your lungs were soggy and expanded.

Feet uselessly kicking, Levi clicked the water off once more.

Instinctively you coughed the water out from your chest. Tilting your head to the side to avoid the same misfortune before, you gazed further into the backyard. From here the woods stretched far, too far for the neighbors to see.

With the tip of his shoe, Levi tilted your face back towards him. “Oi, brat, did I kill you already?”

Blankly, you moved your eyes to his. The movement was enough of an answer for him.

Under his stare, you shivered and your teeth clattered. With the summer sun blaring down on you, you would think you would welcome the cold water, but it only pierced your skin. Nothing was refreshing about the way he took away your right to breathe over and over.

“Apologize.”

From the loss of oxygen to your brain and your skull bouncing off the concrete, his words barely processed. All you could hear was your own rugged inhales. Blood pumped in your ears as you pinched your eyebrows.

Taking your sluggish movement as defiance, he continued his torture once more. Clamping your mouth shut, the water hit your nostrils for the umpteenth time in a row. The burn and sting cracked your resolve. You were dying or at least getting close to it.

And you refused to die by the hands of such a disgusting man like him.

Turning your head to the side, you screamed, “I’m sorry!”

Warmth. The water stopped: hopefully for good. With a jittering jaw, you repeated yourself with a softer tone. Creaking your neck back up to Levi, you said it for a third time.

“Tch.”

He offered no response to your plea masked as an apology. When he raised the hose again, you yelped and scrambled, trying to get back into the kneeling position.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Levi quickly quelled your panicking by tugging the hose and wrapping the tubing between his hand and under his elbow, looping it round and round while walking towards the rack. A few paces away from your sniveling form, he neatly laid it down and screwed off the valve, completely turning the water off.

Gracefully, he made his way back to you. Able to get into a proper kneeling position, you looked up at him. You must be a mess. Snot and drool slipping down your puffy lips, eyes bloodshot. As he did earlier, he peered down at you from under his nose.

Silence swarmed you.

Both of you were like animals waiting for the other to strike. Him the predator and you the prey, but even sometimes a mouse will strike back. Though, as your shoulders heaved, you had no fight left in you. For now.

Sensing this, Levi crouched down to your level. With a patient hand he reached towards your face. You flinched back in fear. The alarm bells of what said hand did mere moments ago blared in your brain. To your surprise, he gently wiped the snotted pooling on your cupid’s bow.

“What a mess.”

Cupping your cheek, you leaned into the warmth of his palm. Later you can chastise yourself for being weak, but right now all the energy in your body was sapped out of you. Your head heavy, you rested your weight into him. Again, his thumb wiped under your eye to get rid of the residue of his making.

Eyes slipped shut, you embraced the calm. Your skin prickled as his irises pierced into you, but you kept yourself ignorant. Lulled by his digit that carassed your cheekbone, your body collapsed.

Or it would have if his hand didn’t slither its way to your nape.

Screaming out in agony, your hands jerk to relieve the pain on your scalp. The chain jiggled in a mocking tone, as you peer up at Levi. Hand wrapped firmly in your hair, his knees cracked as he nimbly got back up to his feet. Bound, there was no way for you to comfortably accommodate him dragging you by your hair.

“Stop it!” Hiccuping hurt your chest.

He said nothing as he lugged you through the yard. More pleas fell from your mouth, varying in pitch. Perfectly cut and watered grass scraped against your skin. The blades pricked at you.

From under you, your feet pathetically kicked. You attempted to twist your body out of his grasp, but it only put more pressure onto your burning scalp. As much as it pained you, it would hurt less to cease fighting. You have no clue how much more your body could take.

With the angle all you could see was the bright blue skies above you. The merry color mocked you. With a thud, Levi dropped your body onto the ground. The wind was knocked out of you as you landed harshly on your back and therefore your hands. Luckily, your fingers were tucked away into a fist or else surely you would have broken one.

Coughing, you turn on your side to see where Levi stopped at. In the ground were two red, metal doors. He gripped the two handles and ripped them open with little effort. Leading down into the dark were a set of concrete stairs.

Going back to you, he leaned back down to grab your hair but you screamed once more.

“G-get away from me! Don’t touch me, you fucking freak.”

Levi grabbed you by the arm and forced you up, now kneeling where he had been to open the heavy doors.

He sneered, “As you wish.”

Dropping your arm, he offered you little relief before shoving his foot into your side and kicking you down the stairs. A gasp stuck in your throat as your body flew down the stairs like a ragdoll. The rough material scratched your exposed skin. Your shoulders took the brunt of your fall. Landing at the bottom, your head smacked against the hard ground. The wound on your temple reopened, mixing with the blood dribbling from the back of your head.

Discombobulated, your eyes dragged to Levi standing at the top of the stairway. For a moment, you thought he was going to shut the doors and leave you here to rot, but his form got closer and closer. His feet smacked against the concrete. It could be your vision or throbbing head, but you swore the basement shook with every step he took.

He stopped midway, to turn and shut the rusted doors. They closed with a resonating screech and rattle. With a boom, you were wrapped in darkness once more. In the black, Levi's presence swarmed you. Every sound he made amplified.

Step, step, step, step.

Thin metal scraping together pierced your ears before a light buzzed on. Squinting one eye, a dangling lightbulb flicked on. Releasing the tiny, metal chain, it swung in the air.

Around you was a normal basement. To the right, a work bench sat along with welding tools, a cutting table for wood, and a portable, steel set of drawers. On the other side was a lawnmower, weedwacker and a bunch of old furniture. A little further away stood a door. Must be the way into the main part of the house.

A musk clung to the air. A type of musk that sunk deep into the concrete walls, thick with moisture from being underground. Wrinkling your nose, you kept Levi in your sight. While you were observing your surroundings he had spawned right next to you.

“Don’t run.”

You wanted to laugh. How could you with the state you were in? Even if freed from your restraints, you don’t think you could stand up straight. Him justling you to sit on your butt was enough to trigger your gag reflex. Biting your tongue, you will down the urge to vomit.

Reaching behind you, Levi unfurled your bindings behind your back. Sagging in relief, without thought you leaned your forehead against his shoulder. He tensed for a moment, but offered nothing more than that.

Fuck, you were more spent than you thought.

The leather cuffs fell to the floor with a clunk. Next he went to your legs. Repeating the same motion of pulling the belts away from each other, you were freed.

Levi bent over to grab both cuffs. Wrapping an arm around your lower back, he hauled you over his shoulder. You wanted to protest, but the second hit to your head had done you in. The same arm that hauled you over, he kept tight around your thighs in case you squirmed. Him knowing it would only take one arm to pin you down was insulting.

His other hand he let dangle as he clutched onto the restraints. Levi could never leave anything untidy. He crossed the room towards the door you were eyeing. You crumpled further with the knowledge your punishment was over.

Or at least you hoped.

Upon opening the door, you were sadly mistaken. From your limited view point, there were no stairs leading you upwards into the house. Beneath you was a hardwood floor, a deeper hue than any other flooring in the house.

Levi’s shoes thumped against the ground as you tried to survey more of your surroundings. The room was dim, a soft lighting that would put you to sleep if under different circumstances. Tilting your head, through the bobbing there lined on the walls, dangling from black metal framing were an array of whips, canes and floggers.

In the middle of the room was a leather spanking bench that could fold in or out into a different shape. Off to the side sat a metal table, almost clashing with the rest of the room, with leather cuffs at the corners. Across the way, a rose velvet couch placed for what you could assume could be simply viewing pleasure. A hook hung from the wall. There was another door right in between the metal framing, slight ajar showcasing more restraints and ropes.

A fear never before bloomed inside you. He couldn’t be serious? What type of shit were these freaks into. You only got here, he couldn’t be actually thinking of punishing you like this. You thought this was over.

Whimpering, you kicked up a fuss, squirming on his shoulder. Knowing, your tantrum was coming, Levi clutched further onto your thigh. His heavy hand bruised the skin.

“Knock it off,” Levi sneered.

“W-what are you doing? I don’t like this, I’m scared.” You hoped making yourself smaller would appease him.

“You should be.”

Levi flung you onto the sliver, metal table, laying you on it horizontally so your head dangled off the edge. Your back arched at the cold biting your exposed skin. Quickly, you launched yourself to the side to crawl off the surface. Wrangling you back into place, he grabbed your right wrist and stretched to the cuff at the far end.

“Get off me, you prick!”

“Quiet,” He snapped and grunted when you went to knee him in the stomach. “Do you have a death wish?”

You ignored him to keep growling like a cornered, feral cat. Lifting his own knee up, Levi pinned your kicking leg down. The bone dug into your inner thigh. With aggravating dexterity, your wrist was shackled to the table. His head imposingly close to yours. Goosebumps fluttered on your neck from his heavy breath against it. Your left hand still free, you stupidly hit him repeatedly to the side of the head. Desperate to get him away from you and you out of this room.

He took it in stride like wrangling a wayward child. You hissed when the restraint pinched your skin with how tight he pulled it. Free of this task, Levi turned his side so his nose brushed against your cheekbone. As you went to hit him again, he clutched your hand mid air, lidded gaze on yours.

“I’m going to swallow you whole until nothing is left of you besides me.”

Dragging his nose up until it touched yours, he never let his eyes stray. Your chest heaved, the hand engulfed by his, struggled to escape.

“I hope you fucking choke.”

Your head whipped to the right at Levi’s knuckles hitting your cheek. Blood pooled in your mouth from the split lip. Turning back towards him with breakneck speed, you spit in his face. The pinky saliva landed right under his eye. He flinched back slightly with flared nostrils.

Upper lip twitching back in a restrained snarl, Levi wiped the bloody spit off his face and continued tying up your other arm. The leather whistled with how fast he tightened it. You grunted at it cutting off your circulation.

Clutching your jaw, he forced your head up even higher, straining your neck and shoulders, “You don’t get to complain, Bitch. I hear another peep out of you and I’ll beat you bloody.”

At that, he departed from your body and stomped off further into the room. You shake out your leg, already sore and bruises forming. Letting your body loose, your toes brush against the floor and your head lulls backwards. The blood rushed to your brain as you watched Levi swing the closet door further open, the whole room upside down. This definitely didn’t help your concussion, but that’s the least of your problems.

Blurrily you watched Levi come back to you, kicking the door shut with his foot. In his hands were black rope and something you couldn’t decipher. Apprehension squeezed your chest so hard, the tendons throbbed. Ignoring you, he unraveled the rope—the other he placed next to you on the table along with the mystery item—looping it around the metal ring right under where the cuff hung.

Silently, he grabbed your leg and stretched it out so he could wrap the rope around just above your knee. You twisted your body to kick Levi in the head, but he stopped with a firm grip on your ankle.

“Don’t make this worse for yourself.” His calm tone struck more terror in you than his gritted gripes. A passive Levi meant a scheming Levi.

Deep inside you wanted to try again, knock him out and release yourself of your binds. Yet you know you were no match for this man. So with a sniveling expression, you let your leg slack in his hold. He let you down and continued his intricate knots.

He moved the rope down your thigh, close to your groin and looped it three times. Your leg was bent so he could tie your ankle firmly to your thigh, unable to close yourself off to him. Three times it went, the velvety fabric digging into the supple flesh. The rest of the coiled fibers were tugged to the other corner securely.

Once done, the man tugged at his binds. Giving a nod, satisfied at his work. He repeated the motions with your other leg, your muscles stretched beyond their capabilities. Oh how you wanted to whimper and groan.

Completely at his mercy did you realize your ass hung slightly over the edge, at perfect distance for Levi’s crotch to line up with yours. You bit your lip so hard, blood pooled, terrified. You would rather deal with being drowned again than this. Anything but this.

Coming closer to you, Levi deposited his bulge against your vulnerable crotch. The way his cock hardened, mocking you. Reaching over, he swiped the unknown item in front of you.

A knife.

He had taken a knife from the closet. Instinct consumed your nervous system as you squirmed at your restraints. You whipped your head to your right cuff and tugged. Frantically you looked to the other in hopes this one could be looser. You then look at Levi with bouncing pupils.

“Please.”

A flick of a knife popping open was your response.

“Levi, please!” Your voice pitched into hysterics, but quickly stopped when he shoved the flat side of it in your open mouth.

Tugged the skin further out, your tongue retreated as further back as it could. The muscles tingled at the phantom sensation of being pricked.

“Look at you,” A hand larger and warmer than yours splayed across your chest. The slender fingers drummed to the rhythm of your heartbeat. Taunting you. “A sniveling, little puppy.”

He let you bask in your fear for one more moment before retracting the blade from your mouth. Drool dripped down from your lip.

“Messy,” He teased with no emotion.

Dragging the knife down the path of the drool, he trailed the end from your chin, to underneath it and down the curved line of your neck. Shivers wracked through your taut body. Further it traveled over your collarbone and to the strap of your shirt.

Tucking the sharp edge under the flimsy fabric, he barely tugged and it came undone. Dragging to the other side, he cut it off as well. The procedure was simply to antagonize you. You both knew he could easily rip the thin, damp fabric into pieces, but he wanted the anticipation. He craved and drank up how your body trembled for him. The man loved playing with his food.

Going back to the middle, he tugged the knife down the middle, slicing right through the shirt. Tugging the ruined clothes away, your torso left on display for him. Your nipples puckered at the exposed, cool air (along with being scared shitless).

Cruelly, he tapped the flat of the knife against your clothed slit, backing away from you to finish unwrapping his present. You flinched when the knife nicked your thigh as he cut away the chiffon shorts, taking your panties with it. The other side swiftly cut in half, too. Same with your shirt, your bottoms were tugged away from you and tucked somewhere else.

You were left bare for the man before you, towering over you once more. Your focus stayed on the knife. Levi clicked the knife closed and left it out where you could reach it. Not like you could grab it, anyway. The state of your undress was disproportionate to Levi’s fully clothed body.

Now free of any obstacles, the man slotted his body against yours again. His hand wandered to your breasts and thumbed the sensitive skin. A tingly shock of pleasure shot down to your core. Your body welcomed the soft touches after the grueling torment. Though, your brain screamed for him to leave you be.

“I like you like this,” His hand traveled down to your stomach, eyeing how it jumped, “belly up, submissive, pliant.”

Finally, a whimper broke loose.

Those silver irises bounced up at you. He said nothing to your noises, if anything he welcomed it. You would be screaming soon enough.

Impatient to start and to finish your punishment, the man lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ever growing pile. He dropped his pants as well, no underwear under his slacks.

Tilting down your chin, your eyes widen at his cock. He wasn’t huge, but his size wasn’t anything to scoff at. What he lost in length, he made up in girth. The head slightly bigger, a deep red and drooling with pre-cum. Levi was also well groomed, not bare, but the hair trimmed close to the skin.

His physique could be god-like. You knew the man had muscles rippled through him, but not to this extent. He obviously worked out and trained his body as every inch the muscles flexed under his pale flesh. A dark happy trail led down to his cock.

Wandering downwards, his fingertips dipped in to brush against your clit. Your hips jumped.

“Sensitive.”

“Fuck you,” You spoke through bared teeth.

A yelp escaped. He slapped your pussy with little regard for you. When you squirmed away, he did it again, hitting right on your clit.

“You either moan or keep your shitty mouth shut.”

Scowling, you reluctantly obeyed. He hummed, soothed. For now. Going back to his previous action, his middle finger swirled against your clit. The nerves were swollen. Sensitive from his slaps. Your thighs twitched, begging to close. So confused on whether or not to welcome the pleasure.

A soft moan hung in the air. You weren’t supposed to enjoy this, but you were also scared of kicking up a fuss. The thought of him tearing into your pussy with no prep horrified you. You can fight another day, another time where it’s smart to.

Skillfully, Levi drifted down to your hole and pushed a finger in. A more drawn out moan came from your throat. More antsy than before, Levi added another finger, eager to stretch you out. As he pumped in and out of you, more wetness dripped out of your cunt onto the floor.

Deeming you stretched enough, he departed from your core with squelch. Unwantingly, you let out a disappointed whine.

“I don’t want to hear it. You’re lucky I even prepped you, fucking bitch in heat.”

Cock in hand, Levi positioned it at your pussy. You tensed as he bullied his way into your tight hole. Fuck, he did not prepare you enough. Your hips tried to arch away, but a strong hand forced you back down. Popping the whole cockhead in, you whimpered in pain.

Using both his hand and hips, he went further in. Your walls forcefully stretched to accommodate him. Thrusting deep, Levi pressed himself to the hilt. The hair of his happy trail tickled your clit. It offered no help to being stretched open past your limitations.

With fervor, he pulled out of you until it was only his head inside and slammed back in you. A gasp caught in your throat. Moving his hands to the ropes around your thighs, he used them as reins to fuck deeper and harder.

No regard for your own pleasure, Levi kept fucking into you so his pelvis bone smooshed into your thighs. Great, even more bruises. With all the shaking, your head started to pound and your vision blur. Each pound into your aching pussy, grunts poured from his mouth.

Shifting his hips upwards, he hit the spongy spot deep inside of you, eliciting a breathy whimper. Glancing at you, Levi kept his hips at that angle. He went back to how his cock drove in and out of your cunt. Fascinated by it wrapping and stretching around his length. He wanted to morph your walls into the shape of it, completely break you down.

“F-fuck,” Levi groaned.

Using you nothing more than a cocksleeve and seeing you finally settle the fuck down pulled him towards his release. Jerking the reins tighter, the rope pinched your thighs. Mouth slightly agape, his rhythm became sloppy, no longer caring for bringing you any type of enjoyment out of this.

Shortly, he shoved his cock deep. You screeched as he pushed against your cervix, a shiver going up your spine at the pain. That did him in. Dropping his head, he moaned and shot his hot release deep inside you.

You panted alongside him, completely unsatisfied. Delirious, you whined with teary eyes at not cumming.

Glaring at you from under his brows, Levi bit, “Are you that stupid? You think after everything you pulled I would nice to you.” He grabbed your jaw and curled you further in, your shoulders creaking, “You’re nothing more than a pet, a dog for me to beat until Erwin eventually gets bored of you. For both of us, you better hope it's soon.”

Half comprehending what he said, tears poured down and your eyes lost their focus. Slipping out of you, the warm cum dripped from your aching cunny and onto the floor.

Levi walked away from you to what you assumed was to clean up. Lulling your head back, you looked at the room upside down, letting the blood rush to your brain. From your blackening view, Levi came back to you.

He muttered something, but it didn’t matter. The world spinning around you was too much fun. Slipping your eyes closed, you let the fuzzy feelings of your concussed head overtake you. You really hope you are concussed and you passing out prompts you never waking up in this nightmare again. For the both of you.

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