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Chapter Five

Masterlist

Mature

Warnings: A/B/O themes, soulmates, mating, sex, manipulation, power and control, yandere, obsession, big dragon D, loss of virginity, lil bit of size kink, oral (fem receiving), animalistic/rough sex, half breed, magic, I’m sure I missed something but you get it NSFW

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Humans are greedy, just as Dragons are selfish...I am both in one body

“Treasure…we’re here…wake up”

Katsuki’s gravely voice in your ear had your eyes lazily opening.

It certainly hadn’t felt like you’d slept for long, but you were able to feel the dragon had begun it’s decent. It was dark now, and as your eyes adjusted you began to notice that the once large blurry shapes have come to form as mountains surrounding on all sides. The landing was smooth, and much to your surprise Katsuki stood up with you still in his arms, and jumped down onto a ledge. “Wait just a minute, I need to talk to him” he says, setting your feet on the ground. The area you stand on is a dragon sized (give or take a few extra feet) ledge. An urge to peek over the edge is easily forgotten once you realize how many stories up you just might be.

“No one is to bother us for the rest of the week, and seeing as you are one of the only two people that know how to get to where we are, I’m expecting you to see to that Shitty scales” The king seemed to finally be wrapping up his list of expectations, bring the lecture chat with Kirishima to a close. You had your back to the two of them as you inspected the nearby mouth of a cave, you weren’t able to see much due to darkness. Just how far inside the mountain does it go?

“Let’s get inside, I’m sure it’s a little chilly out here for you” Katsuki’s voice comes from behind you. Swooped off your feet and back into your king’s arms, he carries you into the dark cave. Surprisingly the walk wasn’t too long, you stared at the rock wall blocking your path. Before you could ask, he shifts your weight to one arm so his other hand can press against the stone.

The wall vanishes and he carries you further inside the cavern.

Treasure is all you can see, shiny things, sparkling things, piled high from floor to ceiling.

“What is this place? This is amazing” you ask in complete awe.

“It’s OUR horde, this is all partially your’s” he answers “I’ll let you go through it to your hearts content at some point while we’re here…after other things are taken care of”.

Your eyes continue to roam across the glittering piles as he carries you. Turning towards a space carved out in the wall with a large curtain over it. “This wasn’t here before, I made it after I met you…” Bakugou says, pausing to pass through the curtain “It’s our home away from home I guess…What d’you think?”. He watches you closely after setting you back on your feet. Walking further inside you look around; Suprised to see what had to be a fireplace carved into the stone, a fancy area rug laid out infront of it, and one large cushioned arm chair sitting off to the side. Pots and pans hung neatly in a row above a small wooden table with two chairs on either side of it. Upon further inspection of the stone walls you see some smaller slots hollowed out that served as shelves for books, and other large trinkets. “It’s wonderful, how thoughtful of you to put in so much work at creating this space for us” you replied in awe at the other lavish decorations throughout the room. Once the fire is started and the space is softly illuminated something catches your eye. Curiously moving closer to what at first appeared to be a pile of bedding, you begin to examine the area. “Thats our nest…I mean that’s where we’ll sleep or whatever” The king is quick to nervously blurt out, but still doing his best to appear nonchalant on the matter. Looking back over your shoulder you notice his back is to you as he busied himself pouring two glasses of wine.

Should I take these off now or..?

Without a second thought your cloak and cape are shed.

You crawl into the nest, setting them off to the side of the comfy blankets, pillows are stacked up to surround and enclose the entire space.

“It won’t take long to warm up in here, dragon fire burns hotter than any other type of flame so-“ the words he’d been so carelessly blabbering died in his throat as he turned to look at you. Cocking your head to the side you can’t help but innocently ask “Something wrong?”.

”No…Nothings wrong” Bakugou responds, not even trying to pretend he wasn’t hungrily devouring the sight of your almost nude body. “Come join me my King, the nest is so empty with just me in it” you pat the space beside you before laying back on your elbows, stretching your body out atop the soft bedding. He reaches you in just a few strides, handing you the wine glass carefully before sitting down beside you.

“To our now shared life” Your husband offers raising his glass to your’s. “To our long, happy, healthy, and prosperous shared life” you rephrase with a cheeky smile.

“That sounds a lot better”

Clinking your glasses, you take a long swig of the fruity liquid it’s bitter but the rich sweetness curbs any unpleasant taste. The two of you are silent while you finish drinking, handing your empty glass to Katsuki he sets them off to the side of the bed by bottle he’d brought over. You rest against the pile of pillows, trying to not look as nervous as you feel. He takes his cape off, laying it near your’s before coming back to your side.

“Im not experienced…So I don’t exactly know what or how I should do this” you blurt out. The feel of his hands on you had the fire in your belly reignited instantly.

“I’ll show you once we get there, right now I’m just admiring my gorgeous wife” Katsuki gives you a smile that puts his fangs on display.

His hands are slowly dragging up along the exposed skin of your torso, down your hips.

Want me to stop?” He asks with mock concern. “No! I just..please don’t stop…Touch me more” you whine, embarrassed at your petulant, almost childlike behavior.

You don’t know how to convey what you’re feeling and it’s frustrating. “Calm down…it’s okay”

Katsuki sensed your frustration, and set about reassuring you.

Both of his hands come up to cup each of your breasts, his calloused thumbs swipe across the little triangles made of scales that had been hiding your nipples. He loves the way your breath caught in your throat as the rough feel of the fabric scrapes your sensitive peaks. Briefly letting go to untie the top and toss it aside, groaning in appreciation of the way your jiggling chest is now exposed. He gives each one of your tits a squeeze, enjoying the way they feel in his hand. Your breathing speeds up again once his tongue circles one of your nipples, the other getting pinched and pulled. Alternating which one he licked and suckled, while the other is abused by his fingers. The pitch of your voice grew continuously higher as the sounds spilling out of your mouth grow louder.

What started out as dull, but now became an ever increasing, wet ache between your legs,bis working your already chaotic mind into a nonsensical frenzy. You open your mouth at the slightest touch of his tongue on your lips, letting it coil with your’s briefly. He pulls away a second later, and his fingers are removed from your sex. Before you can do more than pout it’s replaced with his tongue, the wet muscle lapping at your fluttering hole before his lips are suctioned to your clit. It would be utterly humiliating to remember how desperately you humped against his mouth for a mere two minutes before you came. The startled cry that escaped you was echoed back throughout the cave.

A hand cups your cheek a few moments later, lips ghosting over your’s. “Is my queen nice and ready for me now? Dont tell me you’re all worn out, the night has just begun” the gruff voice of Katsuki has a teasing tone to it as he kisses a trail down your neck. “O-Of course im ready for you! I was just…recovering from uh…whatever that was!” You stutter slightly, anxiety evident in your eyes.

“Stop worrying, just let me take care of you…” Katsuki trails off, and you feel the blunt head of his cock kiss your entrance.

Submit.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he begins to push inside of you. Taking a deep breath you close your eyes to keep yourself from seeing what has to be a monster cock splitting you open. Not that you exactly have anything to properly base your opinion off of in comparison, but what you felt thus far fueled your virgin fears exponentially. You whine softly as your body struggles to accommodate your half dragon husband’s impressive length. The pained grimace on your face, along with your trembling lips made him want to taunt you as he bullies himself into you. However; You were trying so hard and being so good for him, he wouldn’t dream of teasing you even in the slightest. His eyes flit down to where your bodies are conjoined, he wasnt even halfway inside of you before being met with resistance. A sharp inhale comes from you as his tip prods against the fleshy barrier.

“You’re doing good angel, Its gonna hurt for a minute but I promise it will be worth it”His hand takes your’s and he presses a kiss to each knuckle “Hold my hand baby”.

You grip his hand tightly, willing your body to relax as you look up into the king’s eyes.

This wasn’t exactly enjoyable, and the promise of more pain had the tears welling up in your eyes threatening to spill over. “You are so beautiful…” Katsuki whispered “Im a lucky fucker to have you as my queen”.

His voice soothed you and made it slightly easier to relax,

“Do you remember what you had asked me that night in the corridor?” He stares into your eyes, awaiting a response to the question. Somehow you hadn’t noticed how large your husband was until now, it was actually rather daunting to have him looming over you. The flickering fire light isn’t bright enough to illuminate his now cat like pupils, but it did glint off the scattered patches of scales that have appeared on his various appendages. These sudden changes in his appearance

Only managed to make your need for him grow even stronger.

“What?” You ask dumbly, tongue swiping over your kiss swollen lips.

“I know you remember….Treasure” the red in his eyes has become iridescent, the glowing crimson circles reminding you of hot coals.

Treasure

A shameless moan leaves you from the slightest roll of his hips, just like it did back then.

“I want you…. I want you to ravage me…my king…my Katsuki…show me how…” you paused as your even breaths become ragged, desperately panting out the rest “Shh-shoow me how how a dragon makes love”.

* 🍻 *

With the bride and groom gone, only a select handful of people were still in the castle celebrating.

Izuku had been laughing and drinking with the royal family’s circle of trusted knights well into the evening. The green haired man was currently leaning against a wall in some random corridor, he had escorted Ochacko to the bathroom. She was swaying on her feet and giggling uncontrollably, he didn’t trust the witch not to get lost, or fall asleep somewhere.

Footsteps were approaching, a stunning black haired woman suddenly appeared at his side. “Hello!” He greeted the stranger a bit too enthusiastically, who regards him with suprise. “Good evening young man….I’m the crown’s Oracle Midnight” the beautiful woman offered her hand as her amethyst eyes study his appearance.

“Ah I sincerely apologize my lady” Izuku stammers, bowing awkwardly while pressing a kiss to the back of her offered hand “My name is Izuku Midoryia I’m an old friend of the Royal family”. Recognition suddenly shone on the oracle’s face, though it went unnoticed by the bashful Alchemist.

“Lady Midnight? I was wondering if-“ Izuku goes quiet at Ochako’s sudden, not to mention loud reappearance. “Found youuuuu Zuku!” The bubbly brunette chuckles, capturing hold of his arm. Taking notice of Midnight, the inebriated young witch gives her a wide smile “Oracle! Nice to see ya again”. “Likewise, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” The onyx haired woman replied “Well I was just on my way to my room to retire, Have a nice night you two”. “Wait Oracle! I have a question to ask, woah Uraraka be careful!” In the brief second he took to right his balance, Midnight had disappeared.

I’m sorry Midoryia, but it’s not time for our meeting to take place just yet…Hopefully we won’t actually end up needing to have another one at all…This is what I pray for.

* 🏔️ *

A fierce growl startles you as Katsuki captures your lips in a ferocious kiss, despite the initial fear, you were quickly allowing yourself to get lost in this sudden surge of unrestrained passion. With a forceful push of his hips he succeeded in breaking you open, the pained cry you emitted is smothered against his mouth. Your legs were shaking around his now still hips, he nibbles on your neck as your insides adjust to accommodate him. The walls surrounding his cock began to flutter, still gripping it tightly. Giving an experimental rut of his hips, the king waits for your response and you nod. Starting off slow is difficult enough for the hot headed dragon, but once your shared euphoric sounds began echoing off the cave walls his pace increases. The motions have your body rocking forward and back, your nails having been filed into points earlier barely left a scratch on the skin of his biceps as you try to hold onto him. It was amazing how your much smaller body could even accommodate him, the fit was a tight squeeze but the continuos clench of your velvet walls had both of you making your way towards absolute bliss. The magic being transmitted and mixed together from your union, had the air around you two crackling, it was like, fireworks dancing on your tongues with each shared kiss.

By the time you had began rocking your hips in time with your lover’s, both of you were growing increasingly desperate. Tongues and teeth clash as if you were attempting devour each other, it was exhilarating to be so sloppy, so wild for the first time in your life. So when Katsuki abruptly breaks the kiss, the whine you let out as he dodges your attempt to reconnect lips is pathetic. A familiar weight on your throat stops the oncoming fit you were planning to throw, a soft sigh accompanied fluttering lashes is what you give the king instead as he stares down at you.

‘You are mine, your heart? Mine, Your soul? Mine, Your body? Mine! No one else will ever have you, no one else other than me will ever experience what’s it’s like to be loved by you..understand?”

“Yes..I heard every word..m’all yours my king” a loud mewl follows your reply as his cock prods that special spot in your depths.

“You are my greatest treasure Y/n, that being said; Humans are greedy, just as Dragons are selfish...I am both in one body...I would spill blood until it dyes the earth surface red to keep you with me, slaughter countless armies of anyone who would attempt to take you away from me...Your life belongs to me, just as my life now belongs to you...” His lips tickled the shell of your ear as his low raspy voice spoke into it, kissing your temple before going silent once more.

How could such a twisted, violent declaration of love be spoken so seductively? The way your body tingled as he whispers such filth into your ear has you trembling, completely overcome by your own chaotic emotions. One thing was for certain, the way each of you felt for one another was completely mutual.

Your second orgasm of the night was distracting enough to ignore the pain that would have accompanied his fangs sinking into the delicate flesh of your neck. Feeling your cunt spasm around his length as he marked you made the dragon king roar in ecstasy as he came inside of you. A short while later, Katsuki’s head rests just below your breasts, eyes closed as a pleased grow rumbles in his chest. Absentmindedly letting your fingers run through his messy hair, you wonder if loving this man would always make you feel as amazing as you did in this moment. Surely it will grow even stronger over time, and you let yourself imagine the future with a happy sigh. It wasn’t for long though, as the weight on top of you shifted and you felt a tongue lave across the bloodied skin of your neck. Followed by soft suction that effectively removes any more of the dried flakes from around the wound. Large hands squeeze at your soft flesh while prying apart your thighs, a sudden gasp escaping as your beloved enters you without warning.

Guess you’re in for a long night.

A/N: Don’t worry I assure you that this isn’t the only smut scene in this story! This is only the warm up yall, plenty more dragon dick downs to come 😜 I know I already apologized but I’m just going to do it again. I’m so sorry for the wait you guys 😩 I do have a SUPRISE! (Or rather surprises). Three new stories are dropping!

You guys know it’s damn near impossible for me to write a stand alone, but one of these is a super long one shot! Another is going to be a two part, and the other I’m not sure how long it will be yet but I’m trying to keep it short (depending on what you guys feel). I have so many stories I’ve been working on, jumping back and forth between all of them. I really want to share them, so I’m pushing myself.

I love you guys so much and I want to give you plenty of interesting works to read! As well as finishing up those that I have already put out! I understand how upsetting it is when your favorite story doesn’t seem like it’s ever going to be completed 🥺💔Unfortunately a lot of the series I have personally enjoyed just haven’t been updated, so I know how bad that SUCKS!

I’ve also got an appreciation post I need to put up & I’ll be tagging a lot of you amazing people because you guys have literally made me cry with some of your compliments & kind words!

I love you all so much!!!

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Rusty | Chapter 11 | S.R

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A/N - Just an FYI - the fics being posted now were finished months ago. I haven't written anything for the fandom in quite a long time and at present have no drive to do so. Once Midnight and Rusty are finished posting that will be it from me for the forseeable. Thank you for coming along for the ride.

Chapter Summary - Spencer pushes through another barrier on his way to recovery. But when a face from his past shows up out of the blue it threatens to destroy everything between the two of you.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - strangers to friends to lovers | angst | smut minors DNI

Warnings - male masturbation, Spencer’s incredibly dirty thoughts, brief mention of three ways, handjobs, oral sex (f receiving) and penetrative sex (both p in v and p in a) all by way of Spencer’s imagination (Spencer is basically writing his own smut fic in his head), self inflicted wounds, talk of weight loss, swearing, arguing, yelling, tears, sad Luke, bit of a cliff hanger ending. WC - 7.6k

Chapter 11 - All My Ex's Live in Texas

The sentiment, to be able to love someone we must first learn how to love ourselves, felt oddly poignant in this moment, as Spencer stood in his bedroom, in front of the full-length mirror tucked away in his closet.

It wasn’t exactly a rare occurrence, he often gave himself a cursory glance before he left the lodge of a morning, giving himself a brief once over.

It also wasn’t something he made a habit of doing. He kept the mirror inside the closet for the purposes of not having to look at himself for long periods of time.

But this was for entirely therapeutic purposes.

And the idea of having to love oneself before allowing others into our heart rang true in an entirely different way.

Spencer needed to be able to engage himself physically before he could expect anyone else to do the same.

It had been four days since his trip to Doctor Ortega’s office. In those four days the two of you had participated in a string of increasingly heavier make out sessions, three of which fervent enough to yet again cause Spencer to come in his pants, but as yet had not graduated onto anything more intimate.

Yesterday the two of you had ridden your respective mares into Pipe Creek for Spencer to collect his new prescription and Doctor Ortega had caught him on his way out.

She’d taken him aside and reminded him that in order to take back control of his own body, he had to truly own it himself before he frivolously tried to hand it over to someone new.

And that’s what led him here. Standing in front of his full-length mirror, naked as the day he was born.

The only part of his body that was concealed was his casted arm, he’d even gone as far as to remove the dressings from his bicep, thigh and stomach.

The wounds were all at various stages of healing, scabbing over and starting to scar. They would all leave their marks upon his skin for the rest of his life, a constant reminder that he’d been to hell but was desperately trying to claw his way back.

He focused on them for longer than necessary, trying to distract his mind from the task at hand for as long as he possibly could. You’d gone to the grocery store with Rusty and wouldn’t be back for a while. He had time for his introspective.

He inspected each cut with a keen eye, taking note of how each brandished him, pictured what they’d look like once solid and pink against his alabaster flesh.

This was not an activity Spencer relished. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked at his naked form in such a manner. It felt clinical. Yet another experiment.

Spencer liked experiments so he tried to keep that in mind as he took himself in as a whole before slowly ingesting each individual facet that made the full Spencer Reid picture.

Start at the top, work his way down. Cold, removed, distant.

Still got a good head of hair, not like William. Good hair. Thick hair. No greys. Almost forty and no greys. That’s pretty good going considering the stress I’ve been under.

Nice eyes. Friendly eyes, that’s what JJ called them. Or was it kind eyes? Nice no less. Brown with gold flecks mom always used to point out.

Bags under the eyes aren’t so nice. When did they get so purple? I look like I’ve never slept a day in my life.

Nose. Lips. Chapped lips, such dry lips. How does Y/N kiss me? Need to buy chapstick. Must remember to buy chapstick.

Need to shave. Or do I? I don’t hate the stubble, it makes me look tougher. Wonder what Y/N’s opinion on it is? Maybe I should ask her.

His eyes trailed slightly lower to his torso.

Still so skinny. Didn’t I put on weight? Where did that go? Mom always says I look like I’m not eating. Have I been eating? When did I get this skinny?

Lost weight in prison. Couldn't eat after…my mouth was always too sore. Thought I’d put it back on. Did I lose it again? How? When?

He raised his hand in absent-mindedness and ran his fingers along the visible bones of his sternum, protruding through his milky skin. He pulled a face and dropped his hand again, somewhat unamused.

His eyes briefly flitted back over the cut on his left side, garnering his attention once again before flicking to his stomach.

Definitely lost weight, but how? Hip bones are more prominent. Got one of those little v-cut muscles I was always jealous of on Luke. Did I get that from riding? It does require core strength. I’ve never noticed it before.

He continued quickly past the appendage where his attention was supposed to be, down to his legs. He’d always had strong thighs, thick thighs but they were somehow even meatier than he remembered.

Is that from riding too? Must be. Good legs, definitely not terrible legs. Sturdy. Load bearing.

I’m stalling.

He closed his eyes with a loud huff, feeling incredibly self conscious all of a sudden. Opening his eyes again he forced his gaze between his legs where his flaccid member hung in a bed of pubic hair.

And here we are, the thorn in my side. The bane of my goddamn existence. My…

…it’s not gonna get hard if you berate it.

He grit his teeth and stared almost aggressively at the length of flesh and muscle between his legs.

Masturbation should not be this difficult.

It felt forced. He wasn’t aroused, not even a little. On the occasions in his life he had turned to self pleasure, it was only because he was incredibly horny, which wasn’t a regular occurrence for him unless he was in the act itself.

He’d never just sat and thought I’m bored, maybe I could jerk one off. What was normal protocol here?

His new phone had the internet and he would probably be able to look up a porn site. But what porn? Spencer didn’t even know what kind of porn he liked.

He found both men and women attractive, where would he even begin? In an ideal world, what kind of sexual desire would…oh…oh!

He stared at his cock as it twitched very slightly, heart beat picking up at the simple thought. He kept his eyes trained downwards while he contemplated it again.

I like both men and women, I find them equally attractive. Specifically one man and one woman so what if I could have both?

Again he twitched, before his very eyes his cock started to swell. His mouth fell open, chest heaving with his breaths.

Y/N and Luke? Together? And me. All three of us. Together. Touching. Kissing. Or I could just watch, I’d be pretty happy to watch.

Again he was amazed by the sudden jerk of his shaft, swelling slowly but surely.

Oh this could work. I think this might work.

He wrapped his hand around his shaft without too much thought in case he might talk his way out of this. He was only semi-erect but the speed in which it had happened meant he could be fully aroused in no time.

He kept his eyes open, trying to force himself to watch as he started his slow strokes but his mind was wandering quickly down a sinful rabbit hole.

Standing over them while she straddles him, her bare thighs pressed against his bare thighs, taking hold of his hard cock in her hand.

Hearing Luke moan as his Adam’s apple bobs at her touch. Her beautiful, petite hand, unable to wrap all the way around his shaft. But she tries, she tries so hard. She wants to make him feel good, wants to give me a show.

Luke’s looking up at me, his eyes blown out with lust.

“Come closer, cariño, let me touch you.”

Oh how I happily oblige.

Whilst she’s stroking Luke I kneel on the bed next to them and Luke is immediately taking me in his own large hand. I moan and my head falls back against my shoulders at his touch.

He strokes me in time with her strokes on him. The sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room. Moans and heavy breaths.

There’s another hand on my jaw, I look at her and she draws me in for a deep kiss. Her tongue explores my mouth while Luke’s hand pumps my cock.

My other hand finds her breast and I knead it beneath my fingers, pinching her hardened nipple in my hand.

Yep, that’ll do it.

He was fully erect in his hand now, stroking himself at an almost furious pace. His hand twisted and tightened, staring at his cock in his own hand in the mirror.

Laying on my back and she’s on top of me, lowering herself down, slowly, slowly. Inch by inch I watch myself disappear inside her silken walls. I can feel the way her body stretches and pulls around my hard cock.

Luke is behind her, palming her tits, kissing her neck. She’s whining, moaning because she’s so tight and I’m so big.

“How does he feel, baby?” Luke whispers against her flesh once I’m completely sheathed inside of her.

“Fuck, he feels so good.” She starts to rock back and forth on top of me, eyes staring intently down at me.

One of Luke’s hands travels downwards, to the juncture where our bodies meet. His index finger pressing against her clit.

She vibrates around me, sending shockwaves down my cock. The moan that leaves my lips is nothing short of feral.

Frantically fisting his own cock whilst imagining the pleasures of being with the both of you and his head was already leaking against hand. He swiped his thumb through it, legs buckling a little at the sensation and using his precum as lube.

He was gnawing on his lip, watching the way his cock throbbed in his hand. It was a heady sight to behold. He thought he’d be disgusted by it. Was it wrong that it turned him on more?

He looked good like this, strong, virile, dare he even say, sexy? He felt powerful as he watched his face contort in the pleasure he was bestowing upon himself. His staunch thighs shook beneath him.

His thick and heavy length pulsed against his palm.

She’s on her back, legs spread for me. I leave a trail of kisses across her soft skin but I’m in a hurry, I need to get to my final destination.

Once my face is buried between her folds, I lap up at her arousal before my tongue settles on her swollen bud. She writhes beneath me at the contact, trying to move away. But I stop her with an arm across her abdomen.

She moans and screams as I take her in my mouth, suckling on her sensitive clit. Like a man possessed I work between her legs, like she’s my favourite meal.

I can feel a heat behind me, and hands on my hips guiding me up onto my knees. I comply because I’m so wrapped up in the way she tastes on my tongue.

Then there’s something pressing into me from behind, I’m being stretched but in the best possible way.

As Luke fills me up I moan into her core, making her squirm. The sounds in the room are melting into the walls, the smell of sex is heavy in the air.

Luke thrusts into me hard and fast and I take two fingers and plunge them inside of her waiting heat while keeping my mouth on her desperate clit.

She’s rocking against my face, coating my lips and chin in her arousal as my fingers sink inside of her.

Luke is grunting as he fucks me, filling me up in a way I haven’t been filled in so long. Between my legs I can feel my cock twitching, pulsing, close to the edge without being touched.

“Oh fuck,” Spencer mumbled, legs trembling. “Oh Jesus fucking Christ.”

More precum leaked from his tip, coating his hand as he thought of eating you out while Luke fucked him. His head was hazy, his breaths ragged.

“Fuck, Spence, I’m close. So close.” She screams as I plunge my fingers in and out of her and swipe my tongue over her clit.

Luke’s thrusts are growing more violent, his balls slapping against my ass.

“Make her come, Spence. You can do it, cariño.” Luke encouraged me and I pick up my speed.

Soon enough I feel her walls clenching around my fingers and she’s coming undone at my will. She’s convulsing beneath me and I know it’s all because of me.

And as I feel her coming, moaning my name, my own orgasm starts to pinch at my stomach and I know it won’t be long before I’m…

…“fuck, fuck, fuck!” Spencer screamed as he gripped the base of his shaft and started splattering streaks of his come all over the mirror.

He kept stroking himself through his orgasm, his legs undulating back and forth as he expelled himself on the reflective surface, covering his hand in his sticky seed.

He watched every small movement of his body, his quivering thighs, his leisurely strokes on his spent cock, his chest dragging up and down with each shallow breath.

His brain was foggy but his vision was exceedingly clear. He was fascinated by the way his body moved, how one small ripple in one muscle caused another to flex and so on and so forth.

The contours of his body seemed so sharp in his post orgasm haze, every pull or push, every pulse, every dilation.

He’d never looked upon himself with such startling clarity before as his shaft started to soften in his hand, it was all becoming clear.

This is my body. I can see it. I can feel it. My body belongs to me. My body doesn’t belong to anyone but me.

I am whole. I am whole.

I am Spencer Reid and I am whole.

He was so lost in his newfound captivation of his own frame, he didn’t hear you enter the lodge or call his name. He also didn’t hear the bedroom door open or your footsteps on the wooden floor.

It wasn’t until your face appeared in the reflection behind him that he registered his company.

“Uh, hi?” A smirk adorned itself on your features as you regarded him, soft cock in his hand and the distinctive come stains on the mirror.

You couldn’t stop your gaze flitting up and down his body. You’d never seen him completely naked before, uninhibited, exposed.

You tried to make a mental note of every dip and curve of his glorious body. He really was a sight to behold.

“Hi,” he replied, returning your smile.

“Everything okay here?”

He let go of his length, turned to face you. His pupils were blown out wide.

“More than okay.” He nodded.

And suddenly he advanced on you, smashing his lips against yours and not caring in the slightest that he was naked and sticky with his own come.

He grabbed at you, pawed at you hungrily. His wandering hands got you out of your clothes in no time at all and soon the two of you were falling back to the bed.

He was on top of you, kissing you with reckless abandon. He could already feel himself growing hard again between your bodies.

His tongue desperately explored your mouth as though it were the first time, he manoeuvred you both so he was on his back and you were straddling him.

He hissed as he got an unhindered sight of your breasts as you sat atop him. Needy hands wandered until they were palming them, pinching your nipples between his deft fingers until they stood to attention, not allowing himself to be impeded by his cast.

You moaned and rocked back and forth on top of him, his hard cock gliding between your folds. Spencer whined and bucked against you.

He removed his hands, letting his casted arm fall back to his side. His good hand circled around your wrist, gripping it tight and moving your hand so it hovered above his cock.

You stared at him, silently questioning him. Spencer simply nodded in response and let go of your wrist.

You sucked in a breath, cautious as you lowered your hand closer to his throbbing member. When your hand wrapped around his base he moaned in fervour.

His eyes rolled back into his skull, back arching off the bed. You slowly started to move your hand up and down around him but he was soon bucking into your hand, setting the pace for you.

His desperation was evident in the surges of his hips snapping back and forth fiercely. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as his eyes landed on you again.

He smiled up at you, the ethereal being perched on his thighs whilst working to bring him the utmost pleasure.

He was whole. He was finally beginning to feel whole.

***

It was getting late by the time the BAU finally wrapped up in Texas. Luke had agreed with Rossi that he would take one day off to visit Spencer before he joined them back at Quantico.

Given the hour, Luke intended on getting a hotel for the night in Bandera town. He drove those forty some miles north from San Antonio in his SUV, fingers tapping nervously against the steering wheel as he tuned into a country and western radio station.

The back seat was full of gifts and cards which Garcia had sent to the police precinct for Luke to deliver to their old friend for his birthday which was just a few days away.

Luke’s nerves flooded his body, causing his stomach to form into tight knots. The closer he got to Bandera, the more anxious he grew, palms sweating against the wheel.

He was under no illusion that Spencer would be happy to see him, especially with him showing up unannounced. But in Luke’s defence he had tried to call Spencer several times over the last few days to inform him of his visit. It wasn’t his fault Spencer didn’t answer.

It was nearing eleven pm by the time Luke arrived in Bandera and try as he might he couldn’t get himself to the hotel.

He couldn’t wait another minute. He needed to see Spencer now.

He took the turning off the main road with the directions Garcia had sent him. He drove a little ways up a dirt track until he came to a stop next to another car.

Killing the engine he frowned himself. He didn’t think Spencer had a car. He supposed he could have purchased one any time.

He slid out of the SUV, dropping to the dirt and closed the door behind him. There was a small single storey lodge a few hundred yards up on the left.

There was a light on.

Luke swallowed, smoothing out his shirt and running his fingers through his hair. His chest swelled with nerves and his legs shook a little as he started towards the lodge.

***

Spencer’s second orgasm seemed to come quicker than the first, your small, dainty hand bringing him to completion in no time at all. Chest heaving with his breaths, he immediately pulled you down by the back of your neck so he could kiss you.

He was whole. He was whole. They didn’t win.

He kissed you fiercely, his come sticky between your bodies but neither of you minded. His hand stayed on the back of your neck, pinning you to him.

“You’re amazing.” He mumbled against your lips.

“No, you’re amazing.” You replied.

You wanted to tell him you were proud of him but you didn’t want to make a big deal of it or have him think you were patronising him. Instead you continued kissing him, grinding your bodies together as you did so.

Spencer felt like every single one of his nerve endings were on fire. He was overstimulated, he could feel every thread of the sheets beneath him, feel every negligible movement of your body as it moved against his own.

It was eye opening. He’d forgotten how this was supposed to feel. Intimacy wasn’t meant to make him feel guilty, pleasure wasn’t designed to cause him pain.

He’d neglected to remember how it should feel. Two bodies coming together, becoming one. Becoming whole.

He felt as though he could well be floating, his body lighter than air. He needed more. He needed so much more. He needed everything and he needed it with you.

He gripped the back of your neck firmly, tongue roughly exploring the deepest recesses of your mouth. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room alongside soft moans and the friction of skin on skin.

And for the second time that night, Spencer didn’t hear the door to his cabin open or the heavy footsteps on his hardwood floor.

***

Worryingly, Luke found the door to Spencer’s lodge was ajar, not quite closed all the way. His hand immediately pressed against the butt of his gun in its holster, ready just in case. In his experience, nothing good came from doors being left open. Least of all way out here in the sticks.

He hesitantly pushed it open and took a step inside. The space was small and mostly full of books which didn’t surprise him at all. There were a few paper grocery bags on the kitchen counter. Nothing looked out of place or disturbed.

He let his hand fall back to his side, trying to calm his erratically beating heart. Spencer could be scatty sometimes, perhaps he’d just been in a hurry. There was nothing to panic about.

He stepped closer towards the closed door past the kitchen, for which he assumed was the bedroom. It was only as he drew closer that he started to register the sounds of heavy breathing.

His first thought was that Spencer might be having a panic attack. He’d had them a lot after prison, Luke knew all too well what they looked like. Perhaps he’d started to have one when he arrived home with groceries, it would explain why the door wasn’t closed properly and why the bags were still on the counter.

Another wave of unease washed over him and he quickly pushed open the door without a second thought.

The two bodies on the bed came into view and Luke felt as though the whole world came crumbling down around him in a single second. The body on top with their back to him was definitely female. The body beneath, laying on the bed was obscured from view but Luke would recognise those soft moans anywhere.

“Wow,” he croaked out the single word as tears flooded his vision.

Spencer suddenly sat up in bed, glaring at Luke over your shoulder. His mouth fell open, eyes wide in shock at the ghost standing in his doorway.

“L-Luke?” He stuttered.

“Luke?” You hissed without looking over your shoulder. “As in…?”

“Hmm.” Spencer nodded.

You were still in his lap, trying to hide your naked frame against Spencer’s. You needed to leave. You couldn’t be part of this. You swung yourself off of the bed and in one swift move sprinted to the bathroom before you could give this stranger an eyeful.

You’d left Spencer exposed and he quickly pulled the sheet around his body despite the fact Luke had seen him naked hundreds of times before. He hadn’t seen this version of him though, the one with the cuts and scabs from self abuse. He stared at Luke and Luke and him. Seconds seemed like hours.

He noticed Luke’s gaze flicker down to his arm and his brows pinched together.

“What happened to your arm?” Luke asked in concern.

Spencer didn’t know whether he meant the cast or the cut on his bicep but he didn’t ask.

“Riding accident.” Spencer clenched his jaw. “What are you…why are you here?”

“We were in town for a case. I tried to call, you didn’t answer. The door was open and I thought something might have happened to you.” The hurt in Luke’s voice was palpable and Spencer felt a little guilty that he’d had to walk into this.

“Uh, lemme get dressed okay? I’ll meet you outside?” Spencer chewed on the tip of his tongue, half thinking his overstimulated brain was imagining the man in front of him.

Had he given over so entirely to his fantasy that it had begun to feel real? Was this all part of his vivid speculation? Was he in fact still masturbating in front of his mirror?

No, it was all too real. The sadness in Luke’s eyes, the way his shoulders slumped with the weight of seeing his ex in bed with someone else. The way you’d so hurriedly scampered off to the bathroom.

This was real life, even if it did feel like a nightmare.

Luke nodded stiffly and turned about on his heels. Spencer watched his retreating form pad out of the bedroom and close the door behind him.

Spencer got to his feet and started gathering up his clothes from the floor. He tapped on the bathroom door as he was fighting with his boxers.

“Are you okay?” He called when he got no answer.

“Your ex is here, what do you think!” You hissed in response.

“I had no idea he was coming here, Y/N. I didn’t invite him.” He was stuffing his legs back in his jeans, trying to ignore the way the fabric scratched his open wounds.

“What the hell is he doing here then?”

“I don’t know! I have no idea.” He grabbed his t-shirt whilst still working on the button of his jeans. “I need to deal with this, hopefully I won’t be long.”

“Okay.” You whispered, hearing his footsteps head away from the door.

He pulled the t-shirt down over his torso as he swung open the bedroom door. Through the window in the front door he could see Luke pacing the length of his porch.

Spencer exhaled, raking his fingers through his hair in an attempt to tame it from his previous activities. He swallowed around his dry tongue and stepped towards the door.

A frigid burst of air hit him as he stepped outside, joining Luke on the porch. Luke stopped in his tracks and glanced at Spencer. Even in the darkness he could see the tears in Luke’s eyes.

“So, you’ve moved on, huh?” Luke folded his arms across his chest.

“It’s been two years, what did you expect?” Spencer shrugged.

He hated that even after all this time Luke could still cause all the air to leave his lungs. He looked much the same as Spencer remembered in his mind's eye that last time he saw him. He had an extra few creases around his eyes, a few more greys peppering his hairline, but otherwise he remained unchanged.

“What did I expect? Well for starters I expected more from you than leaving without a damn word! I expected that you wouldn’t completely cut me out of your life! I expected…maybe I hoped that I wasn’t the only one still pining like an idiot.” He choked back a sob. “So she gets the healed Spencer Reid? She gets to have you now you’ve worked through your trauma? When I was the one that spent a year by your side after, trying to help you? How is that fair?”

“You think I’m healed?” Spencer’s voice raised a little. “You think I’ve worked through my trauma?”

“It looks that way to me. I seem to remember the last time I tried to get you into that position you pinned my arm behind my back!” Luke spat.

“You have no idea what this is like for me.” Spencer shook his head angrily. “She is the first person I have been able to get close to and even still I’m terrified I’m only one second away from breaking down at all times. It’s been four years and this is the closest I’ve come to moving past what happened to me but I am by no means suddenly shiny and new. I haven’t had sex with her, is that what you want to hear? At this point I’m not even sure I can!

“You can’t just show up here after two years and think you know what I’m going through. I have to take medication every day just so I am not completely crippled by my trauma. I blackout when the stress gets too much, I dissociate because my mind can’t handle the pain. Don’t come here and assume you know what I’m going through. You have no idea.”

In the bathroom you heard raised voices outside and worried about Spencer’s rising anger and what could happen if he let it get out of control. You snuck back out and found your clothes, quickly redressing and creeping into the living room.

From the kitchen you could see them through the glass pane in the front door without them being able to see you were watching. You told yourself you weren’t eavesdropping, you just wanted to be ready in case Spencer needed grounding.

You tucked yourself away in the corner, eyes on the side of Luke’s face. You felt that swell of familiarity again that you couldn’t place. Your fingers kneaded your achy jaw as you listened.

“You were supposed to come back! I gave you time, I gave you space. I thought if I did those things you would come back and we would be okay again.” Luke rubbed his eyes to try and stem his tears.

“That’s not my fault, Luke. I didn’t ever give you a reason to believe that would be the case. I’m sorry I left without telling you, I know I should have said goodbye. But I can’t change that. This is my life now, I have no intentions of coming back to DC. I’m sorry if you thought that I would, but I never gave any indication that I would.” Spencer rubbed his hand on his jeans, focusing on the rough texture.

He needed to stay tethered, he couldn’t let the anger bubble and cause his mind to detach.

“Did you love me?” Luke’s voice pitched. “Did you ever really love me like you said you did?”

You knew that voice, you were sure of it. You just couldn’t place it.

“How can you even ask me that?” Spencer softened. “Of course I did.”

“But it was easier for you to run away than try and make things work with the man you supposedly loved?” Luke exhaled.

“I had to leave. After everything that happened, after Merva, it was just too much. I needed to get away from DC, away from it all.” Spencer sniffed loudly.

“You could have talked to me instead of running away, Spencer. It’s what I was there for. But you never talked to me.”

“I couldn’t talk to you, Luke. I couldn’t talk to anyone. I just wanted to forget.” Spencer’s eyes filled with tears and he rubbed his palm roughly against his thigh, focused on the material of his jeans.

“You know I know what happened right?” Luke shrugged. “I know what happened to you in prison. I read the medical reports.”

Spencer froze. His rampant rubbing of his thigh stopped, he felt like his breathing stopped. He glared at Luke while he processed his words.

He’d read the report. He’d known all along.

Inside your brows pinched together. Prison? Spencer was in prison? Surely you must have the wrong end of the stick? Spencer did not seem like the type. There must be something you were missing.

“You…how could you?” Spencer croaked. “How could you do that to me?”

“You wouldn’t talk to me. I was worried about you.”

“Worried? You were worried? So you invaded my privacy? Those reports were not your concern Luke! I figured Prentiss would have to see them but you…I can’t believe you would do that to me.” Spencer’s voice raised again and felt the anger in his stomach.

Deep breaths, take deep, calming breaths. One, two, three, four, five. One, two, three, four, five. Feel something beneath your hand, ground yourself. This will be okay. One, two, three, four, five.

“Maybe if you’d talked to me I wouldn’t have felt the need to.” Luke didn’t know why he was trying to justify himself, he knew what he’d done was wrong. “How did you ever get cleared to come back to work? You were clearly struggling.”

“Oh please, we wrote those questions. You think after fifteen years of profiling I didn’t know the right things to say to the bureau shrink so she would reinstate me?” Spencer clucked.

“Did you ever tell her you were ra-”

“Don’t you dare you say it.” Spencer cut him off. “Don’t you dare.”

Your head was spinning with the new information. Prison. Profiling. Bureau? What did this all mean? Your cell phone was on the counter next to the bags and you reached for it before hiding back in your corner. The arguing continued outside while you brought up a Google search.

Spencer Reid + bureau

Within less than a second, hundreds of search results popped up on the little screen, articles upon articles. You quickly skim read some of the search results as your hand shook around the device.

The youngest academy graduate recruited to the FBI’s illustrious Behavioral Analysis Unit, twenty two year old Doctor Spencer Reid…

With his three PhD’s, and IQ of 187, SSA Doctor Spencer Reid was hand picked by BAU founder Jason Gideon…

After a high speed chase in Mexico the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit are on the scene. It’s thought that a member of the team is involved…

BAU Member SSA Doctor Spencer Reid acquitted of charges against him…

Hostage situation involving two members of the BAU…no further information is known at this time…

Your head swam. Your stomach lurched. This couldn’t be true, yet it was here in black and white.

You were sleeping with the enemy. The sweet, kind cowboy you’d rescued from the desert was a former FBI Agent.

Three PhD’s? An IQ of 187? Doctor?

What the fuck was going on? You knew there were things he hadn’t told you but did you know him at all? And what led to an FBI agent going to prison? And what happened to him in prison that Luke had ascertained from his medical records?

You felt dizzy. You pushed yourself back up against the wall so you wouldn’t collapse. Luke’s raised voice brought you back around.

“You could have told me! I would have understood, I could have helped!”

“No one can help me! Why don’t you understand that?” Spencer yelled back.

“She seemed to be doing a fine job.” Luke scoffed, nodding his head towards the door.

“Goddamnit, would you let that go?”

“Let it go? How the hell can I let that go? Every time I close my eyes I will see her on top of you!” Luke threw his arms up into the air.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be stronger, okay? I’m sorry I pushed you away. But I am finally starting to move past what happened to me. I’m sorry I couldn’t do that for you but Y/N is…she makes me feel like I can heal. And I need that Luke, I need to heal.” Spencer sniffed again, feeling his tears dangerously close to falling.

Luke didn’t appear to be listening though, his brows pinched together as he rolled something over in his mind.

“Did you say Y/N?” He rubbed the side of his neck.

Your back went rigid. Hearing him say your name dislodged something distant in the back of your mind.

“Have you seen this woman? Her name is Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N and we have reason to believe she’s been seen in this area.”

“Yeah, why?” Spencer’s voice broke through your memory.

“I…I’m not sure.” Luke looked deep in thought. “Can I…? One sec.”

Spencer watched in confusion as Luke turned and headed down the stairs towards his SUV. He wrapped his good arm around himself in protection and to stave off the cold night.

“Have you seen this woman? Her name is Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N and we have reason to believe she’s been seen in this area.”

“I don’t know nothing, ‘bout nothing.”

“Can you take a closer look at her photo ma’am? Your neighbour seems to think she’s been staying here.”

“Again, I don’t know nothing, ‘bout nothing.”

“Would you mind if we took a look around?”

“You got a warrant?”

“No…”

“Then get the hell off of my property.”

Magnolia Springs, Alabama. Mrs Royce, the kindly old woman for whom your mother had been best friends with all throughout childhood. She’d offered you a place to stay after you escaped custody. That was until her nosy neighbour recognised you from the wanted posters.

You’d buried your mom’s money under a tree in the wooded area behind her house and watched from a distance as two FBI Agents had come to her home to question her. Even though she hadn’t seen your mother in more years than she could count, Mrs Royce was fiercely loyal, and hadn't said a word.

You hadn’t had a great vantage point for which to see the agents, only caught small glimpses of them from where you hid in the back of the house. But they’d introduced themselves as -

- Agents Phil Brooks and Luke Alvez.

Luke was hurrying back from his car with a manilla folder and Spencer stayed stock still while he awaited him. Luke opened the folder and pulled out a sheet of paper which he proffered to Spencer as soon as he was close enough.

“What is this?” Spencer frowned at the paper.

“Is this the woman? I only saw her from the back. She coulda changed her hair? Is this her?” Luke jabbed a finger at the photograph in the corner of the page. “She escaped from a max security facility a few weeks ago. Phil called me.”

To Spencer’s credit, no matter how many years it had been since he’d needed to to use his poker face, he was still an expert at it. His expression didn’t even so much as flinch as he looked at the photograph of you on Luke’s printout.

He was right, you had changed your hair. But it was without a doubt you looking back at him from that mugshot. He glanced away, back at Luke and shook his head.

“No.” He lied. “I’ve never seen this woman before.”

Luke’s eyes narrowed in scrutiny, watching for any little twitch, any tiny hint that Spencer was keeping something from him. But the truth was, even though they had dated and Luke thought he knew Spencer better than anyone, he never could read Spencer.

“You wouldn’t lie to me would you, Spencer? Because this woman is dangerous, and if you’re lying to me, that’s harbouring a fugitive. I don’t need to tell you that comes with a prison sentence.” Luke observed again.

Even at the mention of prison, Spencer’s features didn’t change.

“I’m telling you Luke, I don’t know this woman.” He waved the paper in front of him. “I’m sorry, I can’t help you.”

Your own brows pinched together. You peered out the window to see the paper in Spencer’s hand but it was too dark to see exactly what was on it. But you were certain he would know it was you in the photograph. So why was he lying?

“Right, I’m just being paranoid I guess.” Luke huffed, snatching the paper back from Spencer.

“I think you should go Luke, it's late and you shouldn’t have come here.” Spencer returned his arm to its position wrapped around him.

“I’m staying down the road for the night. Maybe we can meet tomorrow for coffee or something?” Luke tucked the file under his arm.

“No,” Spencer shook his head. “I don’t want this Luke. I moved out here for a reason, to get away from my life in DC. To get away from…from…”

“From me?” Luke croaked.

“From everyone.” Spencer corrected him. “You will always have a place in my heart, Luke. I did love you but I’m not the same man I was when we started dating and I’m never going to be him again. You have to let me go, Luke, please? Please just let me go.”

Luke wanted to argue, he wanted to argue with every fibre of his being. He didn’t drive all the way out here to have it end like this.

But Spencer’s sad eyes and downturned lips forced him to bite his tongue. Spencer had been through an immeasurable amount of trauma and he was just trying to make it through to the otherside. Luke couldn't help him, he tried, but he’d failed. Perhaps the best thing for Spencer’s wellbeing was for Luke to walk away, to let him go once for and for all.

Luke huffed a breath out through his nose and took a few steps backwards. He navigated the steps whilst never taking his eyes off of Spencer.

“I wish it could have been different.” Luke’s first tear fell and he didn’t try to hide it. “You were the love of my life.”

“I know.” Spencer scrunched his face up as he felt his own tears ready to escape.

“But I wasn’t yours.” Luke spoke for him with a weak shrug of his shoulders. “I want you to be happy, Spencer, it’s all I’ve ever wanted. Just promise me you’ll check in? I’m not asking for daily phone calls or anything like that but please stop ignoring me when I reach out. I’d really like to still be a part of your life even if only in a small capacity.”

“That, uh, sounds reasonable.” Spencer nodded.

“And call Penelope more. She worries about you more than anyone.” Luke shrugged, still walking backwards toward the SUV.

“I will.” He nodded, swallowed thickly. But he was sure if you were who he now knew you to be, he’d never be able to talk to any of his old team ever again.

He felt overcome with discomfort. The goodbye he’d avoided two years ago now here at his feet. Spencer didn’t like goodbyes, it was why he’d left without them the first time.

Goodbyes were endings. Full stops. The closing of a book. Spencer had wanted to keep the story open, unfinished, just in case he ever had the impetus to write that final chapter. But it had been penned for him. Luke had snatched the metaphorical pen from his hand by coming here and effectively completed their story.

“Uh, goodbye then I guess.” Luke shrugged as he reached the car.

“G-goodbye, Luke.” Spencer whispered.

The book slammed shut. Or perhaps it was the car door. Either way, Spencer Reid and Luke Alvez’s story had come to its bitter end.

He stood on the porch and watched as Luke started the engine before putting the vehicle in reverse. He continued to observe as the headlights cast an eerie glow on his land as the SUV turned around. He still just stood there as Luke’s car took to the dirt track back to the main road and soon vanished from sight.

He huffed out a breath, rubbed his eyes to disperse the tears before turning to the door and practically throwing it open. He marched inside and found you in the corner of the kitchen, back pressed up against the wall. You’d been listening, of course you had.

Spencer stayed on his side of the kitchen counter, worried what he might do if he came too close to you. He needed the barrier between you. He slammed his good hand on the counter top but you didn’t even flinch. His eyes were manic as they looked at you, large and wild. His chest was heaving erratically.

He opened his mouth several times to speak but the words kept getting stuck in his dry throat. Minutes of painful silence stretched between you while you kept your eyes on each other.

Eventually Spencer sucked in a sharp breath, his jaw set in a tight line when he finally spoke.

“Who the fuck are you?” He spat the words like venom on his tongue.

You straightened yourself, squared your shoulders as if it might somehow intimidate him. When you spoke it was with equal malevolence.

“I was going to ask you the same thing, SSA Doctor Spencer Reid.”

More silence followed, reaching out into the sparse caverns that gorged their way between you. The wicked talons of the unspoken words weaved around you, wrapping you both in their icy clutches.

You were both acutely aware that whatever conversation was about to transpire between you would inevitably make or break this fledgling relationship. You were no longer who you had been just hours before. A lonely cowboy and a weary traveller no more. All that remained was an FBI Agent and a Fugitive.

It seemed inescapable that this could only end in one of two ways -

Either he called the cops on you and you were thrown back in prison, having the key thrown away and left to rot for the rest of your life behind bars. Or one of you would wind up dead.

And you were not going back to prison.

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Hii! This is my first fic here, I hope all of you enjoy it, sorry if the end feels a bit rushed or OC for Aaron, if you have any advice I will be more than happy to read it. Hope you like it!

Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

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Tw:Deprecating mental health.

Aaron Hotchner finds himself at his lowest after his divorce, and after months of seeing the same therapist, he can't help but wonder if he ever felt so safe with someone else.

Word count: 2445

He knew exactly when it all went down. The day he stopped being a great boss and agent to become an aggressive and somber shell of whom he used to be. The neat and hardworking persona he put on at work became a disheveled and unapproachable figure that preferred to be alone at all times, snapping at little things that normally would've made him laugh.

He didn't feel like Aaron Hotchner anymore, he just felt like a failure, he failed as a husband, he failed as a boss, and most importantly he failed as a father. When Haley finally decided to divorce him he understood her, after all who would want a stranger as a husband; he wasn't a stranger when they met, and he wasn't a stranger when they got married; he knew Haley used to love him, she used to love the Aaron she knew, but the man she was married to nowadays wasn't someone she recognized.

But she wasn't the only one that felt that way, his colleagues couldn't comprehend his eyes anymore, they were profiles, they were aware that Aaron was gone, and Haley took him with her the day the divorce papers were sent to his office.

Jason felt bad for his long time friend, he knew what loss felt like, but seeing the someone you love building a new life without you in it?, he couldn't relate to that, but he could bet on the fact that it could be more painful to deal with, after all when someone dies you can rely on the fact that their last memories were with you, but when they live? You just become a part of them, an afterthought that maybe comes back sometimes but gets pushed away by their new special one.

Jason also knew that he couldn't be in the team anymore, his happiness also long gone. But he wanted to give his friend a last piece of advice.

-"You're not fooling anyone Aaron"

-"I'm not trying to-"

-"Stop; as your friend, I beg you to let me help you Aaron. I'm sorry, but I won't be here pretty soon, I don't want to leave you alone in this moment, but I also need to find myself again, the difference between you and me is that I know how I'm going to do it, you don't, and maybe, just maybe, talking with someone will help you" as he finished talking he gave Aaron a white card with a business number on it. And on closer inspection, he realized that it was a therapist number.

-"I won't do it. Good luck finding yourself Gideon, I wish you the best."

As he looked at the card in his hands he couldn't help but remember his friend, whom he was so cold with the last time they talked with each other; he regretted it, honestly, he regretted a lot of things he did since he lost control of his life, and he was sorry for all of it, so, to apologize to his friend in a way, he decided to go to the therapist he recommended him. It was a late decision, and he was aware, but better late than never, or at least that's what he told himself as he entered the small but cozy studio apartment used as an office, his profiler brain quickly went to analyze all the little things that were neatly placed in the office. From the dark green rug under his feet, to the small drawing the therapist had inside the front pocket of her jeans.

-"Welcome Aaron, my name is ____, I'm happy that you trust me enough to be here with me today."

She sent a reassuring smile his way, but he didn't find any strength in his to give her one back, merely nodding her way and loosening his tie the moment he started feeling the walls of the apartment closing in on him. He felt like a kid once again, when he would go to the therapist by his school request for being a problematic kid. Maybe that's why he was loosing his breath, or why his hands were shaking, he felt pathetic, an FBI agent on a therapist office, what a disgrace. He could practically hear Strauss firing him in this moment, what was he going to tell the team?, that he was, indeed, a failure with everything he did?, that he was going crazy?, that he's been in such a dark place mentally that he couldn't even look at himself in the mirror without hating what he saw in the reflection?, or maybe that the thought of sharing his self-deprecating thoughts with someone gave him panic attacks?. Oh god, he felt like he was going to vomit, was his vision clouding because he was going to faint?, no, he was going to cry, in front of a complete stranger, would she tell his superiors?. His thoughts never ending, giving him a migraine, his chest heaving with every sharp breath he took.

-"Aaron?"

She looked at him, concern clouding her expression as the man in front of her started having a panic attack in her office, he looked like he was completely lost in his mind, just like a kid would be if their emotions were too much to process for their tiny and naive brain. He looked exactly like that, like his emotions were taking a toll on him, as if he couldn't comprehend them, or maybe he could but didn't know how to come to terms with them.

-"Hey... It's okay, I know it hurts, you have to let it all out, maybe not today, or tomorrow, but we can start together, okay? You're not alone in this, Aaron, I'm here with you right now."

She took his hands in hers, giving his brain a new stimulus to focus on, placing one of them on her chest to give him instructions on his breathing, her voice soft and slow, making sure that he had the time to understand everything she was saying, now that she was crouched to his level she could see the way tears flowed from his brown eyes, it was like his body was finally freeing itself from months, or even years, of untended emotions, he was finally letting himself go, but it clearly was way too late for it not to be painful. So much time of putting himself last in his priority list, of giving everyone else everything that he had and not leaving any support for his own self. Every selfless action pulling him deeper into an abyss of darkness until he reached the bottom; and it was clear to her that the bottom was reached a long time ago.

-"Come on, let it all out, you deserve it."

Aaron could swear that in that moment he could see himself as a kid, but nor like he did when the panic attack started, no, it was different now. He felt, comforted? No, that isn't the word he's looking for. He felt safe. That's it, safe.

After that day Aaron felt like the weight of years of unresolved emotions came off of his shoulders, he couldn't thank her enough, for that day an those that came after, every week he went back to that office, no, he went back to her, to her safety, it wasn't an easy process, nor a quick one; it took time, patience and understanding to finally be able to find himself again. Now when he looked at himself in the mirror he could see Aaron, he saw himself, or a better version of himself. He could finally talk with Haley without feeling like his entire world was falling apart. Therapy made him realize that their relationship had been broken long before the divorce, but the fear of loosing what he knew was stronger that the lack of love he had for his wife.

He could also look at his team in the eyes, lead them like he used to, the connection that they had before became even stronger. The fundamental pillars in his life weren't broken anymore, he finally fixed the structure that was his mind, using the support around him to help him lift the weight of his problems instead of doing it all by himself.

Nowadays he was able to say that he was happy.

And for that he thanked the person in front of him, ____.

-"I'm so happy that your life is finally yours."

He smiled at her words; she was right, he was finally the owner of his life, he took the decisions that were best for him without apologizing to anyone. But one of the things that he realized once everything became clear in his mind was that the feelings that he had towards her weren't just professional, or fond, they went way further than that. He liked her, a lot, everytime he talked with her for the last few months he could feel his heart racing, but this time instead of panic it was pure and utter affection. He couldn't dare to call his feelings for her "love", that was one of the things he was afraid of nowadays, her rejection. The mere thought of her rejecting him made sick; but he knew that realistically their relationship was almost impossible, after all he was just one of her many patients, even if he felt special he was just another client for her and he had to come to terms with that.

-"I have to thank you for that, you gave me all the keys to help me be the best version of myself, thank you, really."

-"Oh please, I only gave you the advice, you helped yourself Aaron, if you want to thank someone, thank yourself."

With a smile on her face she thought about the months they spent working together, the memories she made with Aaron were one of the best she had; it had been so long since she felt such a strong urge to help someone that sometimes it even surprised her. As someone whose job was learning to accept their emotions and confront them in a healthy way, she knew since the beginning that the relationship that she wanted to build with Aaron wasn't the professional one that she should want to build, but she couldn't help it, the attraction that she felt towards him wasn't only physical, while getting to know him she slowly realized just how much she enjoyed spending time with him, hearing about his day, the way that they trusted eachother... She didn't do that with her other clients, and that ashamed her, what kind of therapist did that made her? clearly a bad one. Developing feelings for a client was just shameful.

-"Honestly, with all the progress you made I think that you don't need my help anymore Aaron. You're ready to do this without me, I'm sure."

That phrase broke both of their hearts, neither of them wanted to let the other go, but ____ knew that it was for the best, she was getting attached to Aaron, no, she was getting attached to her patient, and she could loose her job for that. And even though a small part of her brain told her that it would be worth it, her logical side was stronger in her decision making, after all it was her job to be able to do that, her emotions couldn't get the best of her, she had to be the logical par of those interactions, nothing else, and with Aaron that line was crossed the first day, she couldn't let that happen again.

-"No."

His voice sounded desperate, and he was, this couldn't end like that, he thought he was ready to let her go, that he knew getting away from her was the best option. But now that it became true he couldn't help the desperation building inside of him, he needed her, but not as a therapist, he needed her in his life, and if the feeling was hopefully mutual he was willing to do anything to be with her.

-"I... I can't let you go, at least not before I say this-"

-"Aaron... Don't make this any harder that it should be, please."

-"After I tell you this you have the right to do whatever you want to do, but please, let me tell you how I feel."

after a few second without any response from her part he took that as permission.

-"I know that I shouldn't feel this way about you, trust me, I do. But there's nothing I can do about it. I've never felt like this ____, whenever we talk I stop being an FBI agent, a team boss, a stuck up man that can't feel trust. When I'm with you I'm just Aaron Hotchner, a father, a friend... a man in love. When we're together I don't feel like I have to fake anything, and to this day I'm not sure about a lot of things, and I admit that it embarrases me as a grown man. But one thing that I'm sure about is that I love you ____, and I want to know how it would feel to go out with you, to have casual days with you, even to wake up with you by my side. And... If you feel the same way... Please, just please, give us a chance to be together, I'll stop being your client, I don't need you as a therapist anymore, I just need you as ____."

His heartfelt confession brought tears to her eyes, her logical side pushed away as her emotions took the best of her, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. For the first time in years she felt like logic was stupid, if logic doesn't let her be happy with Aaron, then she's going to be the most illogical person in the world. Her heart hadn't beat so fast in her life, and the fluttering feeling in her chest could be compared to a teenage kind of love. But if life with Aaron Hotchner felt like this, she wanted all of it.

-"You're not going to be my patient anymore..."

-"I'm sorry, I shouldn't ha-"

-"You're just Aaron right now, and I'm just ____, so, if you want this could be our beginning."

Once he heard those words his body moved on his own, wanting to hold her close to him, grabbing her waist in a firm but gentle grip he brought her closer to him and kissed her lips with a passion that he didn't even know he had in him.

-"This is our beginning."

#aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x female reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x you #fem!reader #female reader #fluff #angst #cm #x reader #thomas gibson

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vortexonsaturn · 4 months

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The Mirror Metaphor Used In Tangled

Mirrors are an important narrative device all throughout the film, one of the first times we see a mirror on screen is when Rapunzel is a child.

We see a young Rapunzel sneaking out of her room to look at the floating lanterns, this specific mirror merely helps us understand how vain Gothel is. The mirror is reflecting back Rapunzel, and as the movie continues, a mirror reflecting Rapunzel represents a time where she is under Gothel's control.

During this scene we get our first introduction the The Mirror, the one that is primarily used for this metaphor. The Mirror shows the viewer the relationship between Gothel and Rapunzel. Here, Gothel says,

"Rapunzel, look in that mirror. You know what I see? I see a strong, confident, beautiful young lady. Oh, look, you’re here too!”

This scene is not only Gothel tearing down Rapunzel, but it gives us a direct connection between Gothel, The Mirror, and Gothel's desire to remain young forever. It shows us how Gothel views Rapunzel, how she views her only as a device to remain young, not as a daughter.

It shows us the control Gothel has over Rapunzel, as Rapunzel does not stand up for herself or even question this behavior.

In the Mother Knows Best scene The Mirror makes another appearance.

Gothel forces The Mirror in front of Rapunzel after describing all the reasons why Rapunzel can never leave the tower, after making Rapunzel feel naïve and dumb for believing she ever could survive in the real world.

The Mirror is used often to distort or only show fragments of the truth.

When Rapunzel begins to trap Flynn in the closet, The Mirror is facing away from her/the act.

The after she...secures him in...she accidentally knocks The Mirror towards her.

Following this, she finds the crown due to it's reflection in The Mirror, which she then goes to try on. She has a moment where she feels confident again, forgetting Gothel's doubts, even if it's just for a moment.

After Rapunzel has this moment, Gothel returns to the tower. This causes Rapunzel to fumble around knocking The Mirror as she hides the crown, causing The Mirror to spin around, now facing fully away from Rapunzel/the tower.

The moment is key, because this shows us Rapunzel now has a new goal. One that doesn't include Gothel's agreement. One that threatens Gothel's control.

After this, Rapunzel and Flynn escape the tower and we don't see The Mirror again until Gothel returns to find Rapunzel missing.

We see The Mirror for a brief moment, as Gothel hasn't yet realized she's lost control over Rapunzel.

When Gothel finishes inspecting the tower, The Mirror is gone.

This shows Gothel's loss of control, and the break in Gothel and Rapunzel's relationship.

In the end, after Gothel has manipulated Rapunzel back into her control, Rapunzel begins to have her realization/deja vu moment. When she realizes she is the lost princess, The Mirror reappears. Now showing a blurred reality outside of the frame.

In the final confrontation, Rapunzel rejects Gothel's attempts to touch her hair. Causing Gothel to stumble backwards, knocking over and shattering The Mirror.

Gothel and Rapunzel's relationship is broken. Gothel's control over Rapunzel is broken.

As we all know, Flynn then proceeds to use a piece of this shattered glass to cut off Rapunzel's hair. Gothel immediately begins to grow old, her death imminent.

Gothel desperately stares into the shattered remains of The Mirror, showing the shattered pieces of Gothel and Rapunzel's relationship as well as the control Gothel once had over Rapunzel.

I have more metaphors I'd love to talk about, another favorite of mine is the use of light throughout Tangled. So expect another unnecessarily long post soon!

#tangled #mother gothel #rapunzel #tangled movie #metaphor #analysis #movie analysis #disney

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neobomb · 11 months

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give into things i (dont) want to [lee haechan] - the sequel

bully! (yandere) stalker! Haechan x innocent! virgin! church girl!reader Part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. please read part 1 before reading this Word Count: 1.6k [Pt.1] [Pt.2] Warnings: dark and triggering content, mature themes, toxic/inappropriate behaviour, manipulation, forcing??, choking & breathplay?, hair pulling, unprotected sex, corruption kink, noncon, fingering, creampie, loss of virginity, MDNI, smut smut smut Summery: bully!Haechan is secretly in love with you and loves pulling your hair bc it feeds into his perverted fantasies. btw, donghyuk is haechan's real name. donghyuk, hyuk and haechan are all haechan. for the one person who wished to be tagged: @got-sum-badhabits © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

“Please, Donghyuk, stop...” Haechan gently breaks the kiss, his eyes locking with yours in a tender gaze. His fingers delicately weave through your hair, brushing the strands that softly kiss your shoulders. Tears wells in your eyes as he tightens his fist in your hair, tugging harshly until you hiss through gritted teeth, your eyes looking up at him with the same innocence he is awfully familiar with.

“I stole your first kiss, didn’t I?” he says as his lips form a deranged smile. You find yourself in a state of paralysis, words eluding your grasp, unable to sculpt the sentence you so desperately seek. You muster all your willpower, attempting to dodge his lustful gaze by avertedly turning your head down.

“Too bad you can’t take it back now.” he says, yanking your head up, letting a loud intake of air grace through your lips. His hands make its way down your shoulders and up to your delicate throat, his thumb brushing the wounded areas marked by his fingerprints.

“It’s too easy.” he inspects his work on your throat, feeling how the skin gently rises as you gulp in nervousness. He is accustomed to your episodes of panic, especially when he would hold you up against your locker, but never had he seen it manifest quite like this.

“that I can just take your life away in a heartbeat if I wanted to.” His fingers intertwined tightly, securing a firm grip around your throat once again. He grins with delight as your eyes widen, your body shaking erratically from fear.

“God, you’re so pretty like this” he says, tightening his grip around your neck. “Even with your short hair you look so fucking pretty.” Despite his dislike for your decision to change your haircut to suit Jaehyun's tastes, your beauty remains undeniable. After all, it was your radiant beauty that drove him crazy, making him go to immeasurable extents to gain your attention. Even with your life in his hands at play, deep down, Haechan knows that you’re the one in control.

“Strip for me, baby” he whispers into your ears, making shivers travel down your spine. “If you want me to spare your life, you do as I say” he reminds you. You have no choice but to slowly bring your hands up to the collar of your shirt, undoing the buttons one by one. As your fingers graze the final button, a brief pause of hesitation halts your movements, but his tightening grip around your neck tells you to continue.

You let your white button-up shirt drop to the floor, leaving you in your slightly see-through lace bra that compliments your skin tone perfectly. His favorite, he thinks to himself. Haechan pauses, taking the opportunity to truly observe you up close—a contrast to the distant glimpses through your bedroom window he's been accustomed to until now. His dick becomes painfully hard at the sight.

You slowly bring your hands to your back, struggling to find the hook of your bra clasp. Without hesitation, Haechan moves swiftly, his free hand goes behind your back to undo your bra before you let it slip off of your shoulders and down to the floor. You feel awfully exposed in front of him. Instinctively, you bring your hands up in an attempt to shield your body from his gaze.

“Don’t hide from me, baby” Immediately, he brings your arms behind your back, locking them in place by your wrists. “Now, take off that skirt of yours without hiding from me.” he demands, releasing his grip around your wrists, letting you slowly push down your skirt and panties onto the floor in one swift move.

He pauses, allowing himself to fully appreciate the breathtaking view of your completely naked body. He makes sure to scan every inch of your body with his eyes, making sure to commit every detail to memory with deliberate care. The feeling of your body so close to his will remain etched in his mind.

“Perfect baby, you look so fucking perfect.” he whispers before stealing another lustful kiss from your lips, hand still around your neck until this very moment. With his free hand, softly cupping your clit, brushing one finger up and down until your pussy starts to glisten from the wetness that forms. You desperately try to muffle your moans into the kiss while pressing your thighs together from the discomfort.

“So pure, so untouched. All for me to destroy.” he whispers as his lips make their way down your body, ensuring that visible love bites mark every place his lips have visited. He releases his hands from your neck, restoring the rhythm of your breath to its natural, steady pace. To your relief, you’re no longer suffocating.

Just as his lips were almost brushing against your clit, you gather every shred of valor and prepare to voice your thoughts. “You’re a pervert” Your speech stumbles and gets trapped in your throat while your chest begins to heave with quick, irregular breaths at the realization of his actions.

“What a big mouth you got, baby girl?” he says, his eyes lift to meet yours, wide with astonishment. “I was about to go easy on you, baby. I wanted to make you cum with my lips.” Immediately, you regret ever saying those words, pressing yourself more firmly against the wall, wishing to simply vanish into nothingness.

“I won’t be gentle now” your eyes widen before he grabs you and pins you to your desk, leaving your ass up in the air for him to smack. For a moment, he stares at your naked ass, brushing his fingers over the red handprint he just made. He spits into your hole to lubricate it before leaning over you and lining his length up with your hole. Without any warning, he pushes his dick into you in one swift move. You sob, eyes tightly shut from the discomfort.

You feel tight, wet and warm around his cock. He can’t help but push until he settles balls deep inside of you, wanting nothing more than for you to feel every inch of him before he starts moving at an uncomfortable fast pace. He tips his head back to the ceiling, and moans your name.

“Fuck… Pussy so tight…” His voice was strained with arousal as your nails dig into your desk. Moans progressively loader as the speed of his thrusts increased. The contents of your desk cascade onto the floor as a result.

“Hyuk, it hurts…” you say in desperation. The sweetness in your voice gets him to rub circles on your clit, to which you force yourself to focus on rather than the constant painful stretch. His hips are still slapping into your ass loudly at a brutal pace, making you squirm below him. He is making it clear that he intends to show you no mercy. He wouldn’t be able to hold back even if he wanted to.

“Stay still.” he growls as he brings his hand from your clit to further press your upper body to the wooden surface of your desk. He feels your juices mixed with a hint of blood in a diluted reddish color, oozing out of you, coating his cock with every thrusts. Just from feeling your pussy pulse around him, he is certain of your growing ease.

“You want to be Jaehyun’s so bad, huh?” he hiss, knowing that his thrusts get sloppier. The pleasure has now turned you into a crying mess and you could do nothing but let him ram his dick into you. “What would Jaehyun think when he sees you beneath me like this?” he leans forward to tell you. Even though he is extremely close to reaching his own climax, he forces himself to keep the rhythm steady, determined to make you reach yours first.

“You’re mine. I’m gonna keep you like this forever.” he says. From the gratifying hum that just escaped your lips, he is convinced that you have surrendered to the thought. And with a few more thrusts, your eyes roll back as you grasp for something to ground you. He grabs a tight hold on your hips, nails digging into your skin to keep you from escaping your orgasm.

He watches you come undone, feeling your walls clam down on his cock. He can’t help but completely stand still, observing your trembling body. He leans down and whispers “Don’t move”.

You twist your head to catch a glimpse of him, your gaze awkwardly angled to the side. With each passing moment, his sense of relief grew, sensing your surrender. He could feel the weight of your defeat and the shame of realizing you were powerless against it. How pathetic, he thinks to himself.

“Look at you.” he growls as his hips start to move again, pounding his length in and out of you.

“I can break you so easily” He released a deep, guttural groan. Soon enough, you feel his cock twitch against your walls as he starts to fill you, making certain that his cum is securely pushed in the depths of your womb. Slowly, he pulls his softening dick out with such precision that not a droplet dares to spill out of you.

"You belong to me now" Haechan remarks, his smile carrying an unsettling edge, recognizing the helplessness in your eyes. The gleam of amusement in his expression was unmistakably genuine.

At this very moment, you have given into his deep desires. Haechan finally gets his way after all... like he always does....

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anama-cara · 10 months

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Bargaining

dark!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Bargaining Masterlist

Summary: You try to bargain your virginity for your family’s safety. Word count: 1.8k

Warnings for full fic: 18 + mdni , Dubious consent, virginity loss, unsafe p in v, mentions of STDs, pet names, dark, age gap, survivalism, I do Not condone this. Reader is in her early 20’s, Joel is in his 40’s. Reader’s inner thoughts are in italics. This is my first fic, please give feedback.

“Wait. I can give you something else. My virginity.”

He raises an eyebrow.

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Joel Miller, the infamous raider, stands before you. He and his band of men control these parts, and they provide “protection” from clickers and other raiders in exchange for a monthly payment. Your household (its just you and your younger brother) usually give them a large basket full of vegetables. But this month something, maybe a gopher or a deer, tore up your garden, eating everything. You had nothing else to give. When Joel’s men had broken down your door you begged them, told them you’d give them double next month. They threatened to take your brother instead, put him to work. And then Joel strode through the front door, filing the doorway with his large form. He wore a red flannel, thick tan leather jacket, heavy boots and tight jeans with his knee cocked out and his hands on his hips.

“What’s taking so long in here? There trouble?” He asked his men. They nodded to you and Joel’s gaze shifted to you. An intense gaze, one that made your knees weak and your chin tremble. You swallowed and pulled yourself together.

“I’m sorry, an animal destroyed our crops. We can forage and plant again. I promise next month we will pay double.”

He shook his head sadly and your stomach dropped.

“Sorry sweetheart, can’t go around making exceptions, even for someone as pretty as you.”

One of his men stepped forward and made to grab your brother’s arm. Pretty? Maybe there was another way.

“Wait. I am still a virgin. I’m unused. I have no diseases, which is good because out here if you get sick you could die,” you ramble, shifting your weight from foot to foot.

“I’m clean. I’ve never been touched by a man. And I wouldn’t just be giving you sex, or safe sex, or my virginity, I’d be giving you a piece of me, my dignity, my identity, my soul.”

He grins wickedly at that so you plow ahead. He likes to have power, you can read it in his face, so you use it to your advantage.

“I’d be yours, claimed, forever marked by you, by my first time. Yours to ruin. Yours to torment, yours to degrade, yours to fuck, yours to fill. You can stretch me out and when your cum is dripping down my thighs and I am reduced to a sweating, sobbing, shaking mess on the floor - striped of my dignity and humanity, then you can proudly sit back and see your power. How you’ve ruined someone, claimed them, destroyed them, owned them.”

Damn you’re really trying to sell this. He has to take bait, you can’t let them take your brother.

You have his undivided attention, his eyes never left yours throughout your whole monologue. He seems surprised and a little impressed by your unexpected language. Now that you’ve said your piece, finished begging, he breaks eye contact. He shamelessly looks you up and down like he’s inspecting a horse to buy. He says nothing but gives one curt nod.

You loosen a sigh of relief. Your brother would be safe. You turned to face him, you had been standing a step in front of him, protecting him with your body. You knelt down and put a hand on his check. “Go upstairs, and don’t come down till I tell you. Okay?” You tell him softly. He nods silently and heads for the staircase in the corner of the room. You straighten up and turn to face Joel again. There’s something on his face, almost like a sad understanding as he watches your brother leave.

“Alright sweetheart, where do you wanna do this?” He asks gruffly in his thick Texan accent.

Oh god this is really happening.

“N-not upstairs.” Is all you manage to get out. Your mind seems to be going blank with the anxiety and shock of what’s about to happen. When you don’t move or say anything else he just nods and grabs your hand, pulling you from the main room where all his men remain, rifling through your things. He pulls you through a door and into the kitchen. He closes the door and pushes a chair underneath the doorknob, jamming it.

“Don’t want anyone interrupting us.” He smirks at your widened eyes. “You know sweetheart, you sure do have a filthy mouth. Saying all those things.” He’s shaking his head. He finally lets go of your hand to take a step back and look you over again greedily. Nothing soft remains in his eyes now. No, the only thing you see is a predator. His hungry eyes devour you. All the warning bells are going off in your head, every instinct telling you to kick him in the crotch and run. But you know you can’t, because although you know you could probably outrun this big guy, there are too many of them, and your brother is upstairs. So, you take a deep breath, loosen your fists and accept you fate. He notices the little movement. He notices everything.

“Ready sweetheart?”

You give a small nod, still unable to speak. You’re afraid of how small your voice will sound. You will not appear weak in front of him. You hold your chin higher and meet his stare.

The corner of his lips pull up in a wicked grin. “Good.”

And then he moves, and he’s so fast you don’t even know what’s happening until you’re pushed up against the kitchen island. With a broad hand he pushes you down and pins you between your shoulder blades. He’s got you bent over face down on the counter. Your breasts are pressed against the cold granite and your nipples harden against it. He presses into you from behind and you can feel his considerable bulge. With one boot he hooks your foot and slides it out, spreading your legs further for him. You hear the metal clanging as he undoes his belt and lowers his zipper. You don’t turn to look. There’s no need, you know he'll be big. With his cock freed he closes the gap between you, leaning further into you.

Shit. This will be painful.

He's even larger than you thought. You feel his hard cock behind you, pressing against your ass and the small of your back. His head tilts and you feel his hot breath on the curve of your neck. His lips glide over your shoulder. “So soft.” He inhales deeply, smelling your hair. “Mmmm.” With one hand he reaches up and grabs at your breast roughly. He can feel your hardened nipple through the thin fabric of the dress. He lets out a low growl and gropes you harder. You can feel his breathing getting faster. He reaches back down to pull your dress up above your ass. It bunches around you hips.

“Hold this sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear. You obey, grabbing the bunched up fabric with one hand and bracing yourself on the counter with the other. He pulls back, and pulls your underwear down to your ankles. One hand moves to your hip, keeping you in place. With his other hand wrapped around the base of his cock he notches at your entrances and pushes in half way. White hot pain flashes through you. He’s so big and your body was not prepared for him. He pulls out almost all the way and pushes in again, all the way, hips snapping. Searing pain, he is splitting your insides apart. You hiss in pain.

“Sorry sweetheart, didn’t say this was gonna be nice for you. Remember this is your payment. Take it.”

He chuckles darkly and slams into you again. You shake your head.

No, no no no, it’s too much.

You can’t breathe. You feel a trickle of blood run down the inside of your thigh. Your hips dig into the countertop and you know there with be a line of bruising left on your skin. You’ll have bruising on the side of your hips too, his fingers are griping you so tightly.

“That’s a good little virgin. So fucking tight. Relax sweetheart. Don’t fight it.” He grunts. “I know your pussy will want it anyways.”

He sets up a rapid pace, slamming into you roughly with each thrust. It’s dry and painful and you hate it. Hate him. But after a few minutes when your body has adjusted you begin to loosen a bit. You still hate Joel, hate this man who runs these lands like he owns them. But you can’t deny that your body has stopped protesting. So you try to drown out the obscene sounds of skin slapping and his grunting behind you. You let your mind travel far away and forget that it is Joel behind you.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, but you feel a change behind you, the hot breaths on your shoulder blades are uneven and the pace is different, slower and deeper. He lets out a pained moan then pulls out of you, there’s a seconds pause then you feel hot liquid spill over you. It hits the small of your back in ropes and drips onto your ass. He sighs deeply from behind you. You finally turn to look at him. He’s staring your body, satisfaction on his face as he watches his cum drip down you. You whip your head back around before he can catch your eye.

There’s silence as he watches you and catches his breath. Finally, he reaches down and pulls your underwear back up. He takes the dress out of your grip and tugs it down. He runs his hands over your waist and ass, smoothing the fabric and feeling you up. One rests at the small of your back and presses the dress into the wetness there, letting to fabric soak it up and stick to you. He grins.

“Alright sweetheart.”

He gives your ass a smack then lets go of you. You push up and raise yourself off from the counter, resting on your elbows. He says nothing else as he moves to the door, unwedges the chair and opens the door. He looks back at you. You’re still leaning against the counter for support. He eyes your shaking legs, your ruffed up hair, your wrinkled wet dress. “See you next month.”

You’re in shock. That’s it? You don’t move as he leaves and whistles for his men to follow. You don’t move till you hear the front door slam behind them. Then you sink to the kitchen floor.

You don’t understand, Joel is infamous for being violent and cruel. You know that could have been much worse, that he could have beat you, that he could have passed you around to his men afterwards. But he just left. Suddenly you feel grateful. Then you silently curse yourself for it, reminding yourself that even though it could have been worse it was horrible that it ever happened in the first place. That someone threatened your family, that they took something from you. That they acted like they owned the place. You grit your teeth. No, the only thing you’re grateful for is the fact that it’s over. You stand on your shaky legs and reach for a kitchen towel. You call out for your brother, letting him know that they’re gone and he’s safe. You clean yourself up and you hear his little feet running down the stairs. He bursts into the room and flies at you in a hug. “Your big sis took care of it. I’ll always protect you remember. It’s okay. It’s over.” You pat his back and comfort him.

See you next month.

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spicyicetea · 1 year

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I decided to draw my Y/N with Skyward Sword Link, like I detailed in my last post.

And I did also promise a oneshot so heh enjoy. I know @rainstops will enjoy this, dirty simp >:)

I can't let you leave

Skyward Sword!Link x Spirit!reader

Warnings: swearing•blood•smut•various kinks/breeding/virginity loss/etc that I've forgotten.

The Master Sword glowed with a lustre as the small Hylian woman landed on the ground beside the tall blonde. Zelda had hugged him right before running off to find her father. The S/C woman smiled at the sight, inspecting the blade on the man's back. He turned to her and she broke from her trance to look up at him.

“So, our journey together is over.”

“What?” the man’s eyes widened as the woman nodded.

“Master, there will be many reincarnations of you in the future. You must seal me back in the Master Sword so I may rest until I can aid them.”

“No,” he furrowed his brows while grabbing her wrist.

She frowned, understanding he must have been hesitant to say goodbye to such a powerful weapon. He pulled her behind him away from prying eyes as he grits his teeth. He wasn't saying goodbye to her yet, he couldn't. Due to having to save the world and that Zelda girl who likes him, he hardly enjoyed his time with his beloved. Of course, she was unaware of his devotion to her, but she would soon be aware.

Oh, how the gods must frown upon him now, betraying the love they had chosen for him for some common girl. He worshipped the ground she walked far more often than he ever cared for the fate of those around him. When she would get distracted by the world around her, she would never see him threatening people to get her anything she expressed interest in.

“Link! Look, this looks like your tunic! It's cute and... So expensive, Link we need to save your rupees for potions and bombs!” Y/N yelled, laughing awkwardly after noticing the high price.

Link can remember handing her his pouch of rupees and telling her to grab some potions for him while he held a blade to the shop owner's neck to get what she wanted. He can remember her excited face once she realized he had gotten it, clearly unaware of the blood he had to wipe from his sword mere moments before handing the dark blue tunic over. She twirled once putting it on, loving how she now looked like him, just without the green and the strange hat.

She was always his, she just hadn't realised it yet. The way he gave her that spare belt so he could watch her tunic cling to her curves as she patched him up after fights. How she would cook him food, worrying about him missing home and losing motivation, although watching her kneel over a fire roasting mushrooms while humming was all the motivation he needed. That adorable smile and little wiggles on his lap as she falls asleep in his arms, trying his hardest to control the throbbing in his pants as she mumbled in her sleep. They were basically already married, he watched her sleep and helped get the dried dirt off of her when she bathed, he was the only one who noticed how she adored helping the kids that ran up to her, thinking she was a goddess. At least those kids knew how the world should view her.

They were already together and she just hadn't realised. All she needed was a little hint. A nudge in the right direction.

The two slowed as Link looked to see no one was near. The shadows hid them perfectly between the two houses, neither of which occupied. Celebration was thriving in the town square as Zelda returned, leaving Link with the privacy he desired. Y/N raised a brow while looking up at him.

“Master, I understand that we've become friends during our journey, but you have your friend back now. I must be sealed back away, and this isn't near the resting site of the Master Sword...” She frowned, clearly also sad regarding the way everything had to turn out.

“No, you don't understand!” Link yelled, tugging his hat off and letting his blonde hair loose.

Y/N pouted and instinctively reached forward to play with his hair. Whenever he was stressed after a battle she would always play with his hair. He’d rest his face against her chest, or even just smother himself in her cleavage while she braided his hair. He bit his lip as her fingers ran through his hair. She tried to pull him into a hug like she always does but he just furrowed his brows and rested his forehead against hers, resisting her embrace.

“Link? Are you alright?” Y/N asks.

His hands flew to her hips as he pushed her against a wall. She squeaked in pain at the movement, looking up at him with a sort of concern. He looked down at her with an expression she had never seen before. His eyes dilated and focused on her. Lips parted as he panted.

“Link?”

One of his hands flew to grab her cheeks, tilting her head up to look at him properly as leant closer. Her eyes widened as she pressed herself against the wall to give him space, his knee forcing her legs apart to rest on the wall between her thighs.

“Why don't you understand?” he sighed.

“Understand? Oh, Link did I offend you at any point? Am I misreading your relationship with that Zelda? I just didn't want to assume that you two were romantic so I just said friends. I'm sorry-”

“No, not another word about that Zelda! Ugh.” he groaned. “You, why can't you just...”

“Just what? What's wrong?”

“Why can't you understand? I want you!”

“Want me? Like the Sword? I'm not actually the sword Link...” she chuckled before Link yanked her hair back gently and smashed his lips against hers.

She jumped slightly as his hand slid down to the hem of her tunic before sliding back up her thigh. He knew if he continued he'd lose control but it was so addicting. The way her soft thighs squished in his hand, and the delicate whimpers they earned pulled him further. It didn't take long until he pulled her hips closer to relax on his clothed knee, bouncing it lightly. She let out a gasp-like moan as his thigh bumped against her clit while his knee nestled against her delicate flower between her thighs.

He smirked watching her quickly flush red and become flustered as she moaned quietly. One of the many things he loved about her was her purity, innocence... lack of panties due to them being stuffed in his pocket the second day they were travelling together. He continued rubbing his knee over her slit as her eyes watered up and she grabbed at his tunic.

“Y/N, hey hey it's okay-”

“Link! Please, it feels so strange! Ah, please.” she moaned.

Link grinned and bit his lip, fumbling with his belt as she began bucking on his thigh. Her slick dribbled through his trousers as she continued to hump his leg like a hungry animal. He grinned watching her squirm, if only he had done this sooner. Her lips met his as she pulled him back into a kiss and he tugged his trousers down. His hands lifted her by her thighs and slammed her against the wall, biting her lower lip.

“Mph, Link. I feel so fuzzy... Please fix it.” She moaned, holding his shoulders to stay stable.

He gulped hearing her moans, feeling himself lose control. Y/N let out a whimper as he pulled her back into the kiss. She ran a hand into his messy hair as he pulled his pants down far enough for his cock to spring out of his boxers. Y/N sighed as she pulled out of the kiss, panting. Link chased her lips, kissing the tip of her nose while rubbing his thumbs in circles over her thighs. He hiked one of her legs up and over his shoulder, he back being pressed against the wall. Link licked his lips as he used his fingers to spread open her folds. She whimpered, not used to the foreign sensation.

“Ah! Link, what are you doing?”

“Shh, don't worry darling, I'm fixing the weird feeling, just like you asked me to.”

Y/N just whimpered as his tip pressed against her, Link fighting the urge to buck into her. He bit his lip as he pushed the head in and she let out a high moan. Her nails dug into her leg as she tries to not scratch him. Link just rubbed her hip, pressing kisses to her thigh as she struggled to take him.

“It's okay dear, just relax,” he cooed.

“Mph, it hurts,” she whined.

“God, I love you Y/N. Please don't leave me,” Link moaned and thrust the rest of the way in as Y/N moaned loudly.

Her whining only got louder as her walls stretched to fit him. Small tears rolled down her cheeks as his hips met her body and he stilled to let her adjust to him. Link moaned he began thrusting, his cock dragging against her walls. Her panting became louder as slick smeared over her thighs. As her moans became louder she threw her arms around his neck, biting her lip and trying to muffle her moans. Link grumbled angrily making his rutting harsher and she cried out.

“Dont muffle those sweet little noises! You're my goddess! Scream for me darling!” He moaned, biting her neck and speeding up his thrusts.

Her moans grew louder a small amounts of blood dribbled from the bite marks on her shoulder. The fear of her leaving him had still settled in his stomach, his desperation causing his thrusts to become hurried and aggressive.

“Mph! Link!”

“I'm not leaving you! I'm not letting you leave,” he growled. “I'm going to fill you up darling. Once you're nice and stuffed with my young you'll have to stay.”

Y/N threw her head back in pleasure, unsure where this sudden idea came from. He bit her neck repeatedly as her moans grew louder and she felt something inside her snap. She dug her nails into his shoulder as her cum smeared between the two sweaty bodies. He groaned feeling her gush and sank her teeth into her shoulder. Thick strings of his cum filled her tight hole, forming a creamy white ring around where their bodies met. The cum dribbled down from her hole. They wanted in unison as she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Link... that... I still have to-”

“No, I'm not letting you leave me! You're mine, all mine.”

“Link.”

“NO! I don't care how much cum I need to pump you full of! You're my wife now, you don't get to just leave me cause that Zelda is safe.”

“LINK!” Y/N yells, rubbing her thumb over his cheek. “I don't want to leave you either.”

OKAY, IM DONE, this is my first ever time writing smut and it was kinda difficult- as I said earlier, you freaks better enjoy this. @rainstops I know you're a Link simp so enjoy lol.

#legend of zelda x reader #yandere x reader #x reader #link x reader #legend of zelda fanfiction #legend of zelda fanart #legend of zelda skyward sword #legend of zelda

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angelwings-crossbowstrings · 11 months

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Series Masterlist

Chapter 3

Warnings: Allusions to violence; injuries; accidental urination

You were almost certain your feet were bleeding, but you dared not stop to check, hesitant to even turn to inspect for bloody tracks. The heels had been left behind and you had no others. You hid the limp well, accustomed to pain. Your head remained lowered in subjugation, your gaze only high enough to see the back of Daryl’s legs. You needed to know if he stopped or changed direction.

The food and water had proven to be both a blessing and a curse. While it had provided the nourishment you so desperately needed, it had also left you with a mighty problem: your bladder was almost painfully full. You debated on asking permission to step off the road, but feared the repercussions of speaking without being spoken to first.

“I gotta take a piss.” Daryl huffed, not breaking stride when he veered to the left and into the ditch, heading toward the trees. You halted immediately, the sudden stop making the urge to go nearly unbearable. Standing still was impossible. You bounced painfully from foot to foot, your thighs pressed together.

“Y/N.” You flinched at the sound of Rick’s voice. His tone was gentle. You just weren’t used to someone saying your name instead of some sort of degrading term. You slowly lifted your head, meeting his eyes for only a moment before dropping your gaze again. “Do you need to—?” He trailed off, and you looked up just as he motioned to where Daryl was currently relieving himself on a tree. You nodded meekly. Rick smirked. “Just go on over there with Daryl.”

You nodded again and stepped into the grass. The soft ground was a welcomed change from the gravelly pavement. When you would usually never dare to run, you moved quickly, only stopping when you came up next to Daryl.

The man did a double take. “The fuck, woman?!” He quickly turned his back to you as he finished tucking himself away, the look on his face one of surprise and frustration. He didn’t really appear to be angry. Regardless, when he whirled back around with his hand up, you just knew he was going to strike you. You covered your head to shield yourself from the impact, the sudden fear resulting in the loss of bladder control.

When the hit never came, you lowered one arm to risk a quick glance. Daryl was staring down, no doubt seeing the rivulets of urine descending down your legs. In panicked horror, you began to mutter apologies, fully prepared to then be struck or forced to your knees for a different sort of punishment that would offer at least some gratification for him.

I-I-I’m sorry, Sir! I just haven’t had that much water in ages and I— I just—”

“Jesus. Just—hang on.” He was already pulling his pack off his shoulders, kneeling down to dig through the contents. A moment later, a bandana and a sleeveless shirt were being shoved into your arms. “Clean up and an’ change into that but—turn ‘round.” You didn’t hesitate, your back to him almost instantaneously. There was a shuffle of clothing and the distinct click of a belt buckle.

Oh.

So, that’s what he intended to do. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time a belt was used on you. Regardless, you continued to unfasten the clasp on your barely-there top, allowing it to fall to the ground. The shirt was quite large on you, a bit of your breasts visible under the arm, but it was at least comfortable.

“Here.” You looked over your shoulder to find him holding out a pair of boxers, his belt still undone. Your first instinct was to curl your lip, but you quickly crushed that thought. “I know it ain’t the best idea but ya can’t exactly walk up with ya business all out either. We got kids there.”

Kids? You finally accepted with trembling fingers. “Right. Thank you, Sir.”

The archer sighed, securing his belt. Free-ballin’ wasn’t his idea of a good time but he’d just have to deal with it. “Can ya please just call me Daryl?”

You bent over to step out of your panties, using the bandana to clean up, and then pull on the gifted undergarments, not really considering the view you were granting Daryl in the process. What you couldn’t see was the sudden redness that filled his face or the way he quickly averted his gaze. “Big Jazz always said it takes a while for customers to adjust to being addressed so formally.”

Daryl scrubbed a hand over his face. “Ya done?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“For fuck sake. Let’s go.” You lowered your eyes, only sparing a momentary glance at your discarded clothing before you began to follow him. He’d surely punish you after nightfall when Rick had gone to sleep and would probably prefer you naked anyway. When Daryl stepped back onto the roadway, he paused. There were small prints of blood leading up to where he’d last seen you standing. “Your feet bleedin’?”

“It’s fine, really.” You replied, a little too quickly. He considered you for a moment before shaking his head.

“Nah, can’t have ya leavin’ a trail.” Rick was watching curiously, his head tilted. Daryl had returned to the tree, digging a small hole in the earth with only his hands so that he could bury the clothing and bandana. Satisfied, he dusted off his hands on his thighs and returned to where the two waited. “Can’t do much ‘bout them prints but the trail’ll go cold here.”

You glanced down worriedly at your feet. They still ached and burned and bled. So what exactly did he plan on doing with you? He handed his pack to Rick, but when he pulled off the crossbow, you felt nauseated.

“Sir?” Your voice was so timid, he didn’t hear it but he did see you take a step back, though it was obvious you hadn’t realized it. Please, don’t kill me. I can be better. The weapon was also passed off to Rick.

“Ya got two choices.” You blinked up at him owlishly. Then he was moving toward you and you reacted, shuffling backward with your palms out in front of you. He stopped short, angling his head to narrow his eyes in an expression you couldn’t quite read.

It was with learned control that you focused on slowing your breathing and heartrate. “I’m sorry.” Your arms quickly dropped to your sides, dainty fingers twisting into the hem of the oversized shirt.

“Ain’t got time for this shit.” A calloused hand wrapped itself around your bicep and pulled. Your body crashed into Daryl with a yelp but things didn’t end there. He swept his arm beneath your knees, fully pressing you into his own space. “S’this or piggyback. Which ya want?”

You allowed yourself to scrutinize the archer but not for long. Once you were settled in his arms, your eyes met his for the first real time. How could anyone have eyes so blue? Even with the crease in his brow and the slight curl of his lip, that kindness in his eyes had been the one thing to remain.

“This—this is fine, Sir.” You wouldn’t argue. He was worried about people following, not about how bad your feet were hurting.

“Ya good with that?” Daryl jerked his chin toward the crossbow that Rick was maneuvering onto his back.

“Yeah, I got it. Let’s get a little further before we set up camp.”

Daryl began walking a few paces behind Rick, his steady stride rhythmically rocking you in arms. You couldn’t remember the last time a man had touched you without the intent to harm in at least some fashion. The archer didn’t seem like the sort of man that would eagerly inflict pain upon you, but he did buy you. If not for his own gratification, then why?

You had to admit he was attractive. He had an air about him that you found calming, contradictory to the indifference that was always settled on his face. Maybe it would almost be enjoyable when he inevitably fucked you. Maybe he wouldn’t take such pleasure in marking up your skin with unwanted contusions.

You dropped your gaze to where his fingers wrapped around your legs, just shy of the back of your knee. His hold was sure but not overbearing. He didn’t hold onto you like you were his property, even though that’s exactly what you were. He cradled you gently. He carried you like he actually cared.

It was confusing. You shouldn’t let your brain be lured into such impossible fantasies. Maybe he was being kind now, but once Rick was asleep and Daryl had you alone, he would certainly give you what you had coming. It was the way of the world now. It was what men had become.

But would it really hurt to let yourself imagine, just for a moment, that he was different?

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safeguardinsuranceservices · 4 months

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s-sugustar · 5 months

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more perv!reiner PULLEASSSEEEE !!!

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perv!reiner who whines every time you make him eat you out. hands tied behind his back on his knees. you sitting at the edge of the bed, barely in a bra with the rest of you exposed. reiner whines at the loss of contact as you pulled him away from your entrance with a stern grip in his hair.

perv!reiner who cries when he doesn't get to hold your thighs wen eating you out. upset that only his tongue is put to work.

perv!reiner who wears in vibrator in public, with you being able to control it from your phone. you love seeing the way reiner jumps or gets flustered as you turn up the setting.

perv!reiner who catches armin sniffing around your laundry basket in search of used panties. reiner isn't upset one bit since he understands; but you on the other hand, you were pissed. Reiner kept that little secret from you for weeks before you found out from armin himself. poor boy was so scared and ashamed when telling you but you weren't upset until he let it slide that he told reiner when it happened.

perv!reiner shocked when he comes back home and finds you in bed with your legs spread and armin in between them lapping away at your juices. praises slipping from your mouth as armin continued to eat you out, his thumb near to your ass.

perv!reiner who was ready to join but you told him to go and sit in the corner of the room; his punishmnet for not telling you. poor rei has to sit all alone in the corner with his hand in his pants, trying to feel something. "Come on Y/n, please."

perv!reiner who had to sit through you being fucked out by armin, your cum coating his dick as he thrusted into you. "Yeah baby that's right, you're doing so good for me."

perv!reiner who you ordered to clean you up after armin came inside of you. cheeks burning red as his hands found their way around your thighs, head buried in between them as he licked you clean. mouth open wide for inspection just to make sure he swallowed everything.

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breadbrioche · 1 year

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frizzy

do hana x reader

➳summary: hana fixes your hair fail

➳warnings: mentions of anxiety and stress

➳word count: 1.1k

➳a/n: do hana my no.1 gf i love her so much and btw! her actress sejeong is releasing an album soon so please support it when it comes out!

A loud crash reverberated throughout the base, accompanied by a blood curdling scream. This was more than enough to alert Hana, pausing her training to inspect what was happening.

“NA JEOKBONG!” An accusing voice shrieked out.

Hana sighed in disbelief; what did he do now? The source of the noise led her straight to the bathroom where she witnessed you shoving the new counter against the tiled walls, completely vulnerable to your rage. Jeokbong could only whimper as you glared furiously at him.

Hana was quick to pull you away from Jeokbong, who gasped in relief as you exited his personal space.

“What happened?” Hana all but demanded, giving both of you a questioning look.

“I- I- I don’t know! I needed to use the bathroom but when I opened the door, they started screaming at me!” Jeokbong spluttered, cowering behind Hana as you glared daggered at him.

“Don’t play the victim, you fucked up my hair!” You seethed, pointing to the pile of your hair scattered on the floor. Taking a second look at you, Hana noticed how your hair was considerably shorter.

And uneven.

“I didn’t even touch you, how would I have done that to you!” Jeokbong argued back with a pout.

“Because you have no regard for others and didn’t even knock to see if the bathroom was occupied! You made me cut too much off!”

“Then that was your fault then-“

With a growl, you lunged over Hana’s shoulder to try to grab at Jeokbong but she caught your wrists and held you back.

“Get out.” Hana told Jeokbong behind her.

“But I need to-“

“Use a different one. Just get out. ” Hana repeated while pushing him out the room, slamming the door in his face.

She turned back to see you sighing at your reflection, mourning the loss of your hair. You tugged at the blunt ends as you assessed the damage that had been done.

“How am I gonna fix this?” You whined, picking up the scissors from the sink and contemplating your next step. You thought that it was already shorter than what you were going for but maybe if you took off a bit more than maybe-

Before you could proceed, Hana’s nimble fingers plucked the scissors from your grasp.

“I’ll do it.” She assured you as she combed through your hair with her fingers. You protested but Hana didn’t listen, making accepting her offer your only choice.

In swift motions, Hana brushed out your hair and sectioned it She began to trim without hesitation which initially made you nervous but seeing how the woman went about things with a precision you deduced only gained from experience, you ultimately left the job in her hands.

When you were beginning to get used to the repetitive sound of the scissors snipping at your hair, Hana broke the silence while simultaneously handling your hair.

“Why did you want to cut your hair?”

You sighed. Why did you cut your hair? Evidently, it caused more trouble than it was worth - it didn’t even give you the feeling of catharsis that you were seeking, because of Jeokbong barging in on you.

“I don’t know.” You pathetically settled with.

Hana scoffed slightly. “You don’t suddenly just cut your hair.”

“I don’t know, I just felt like it!” You insisted but you felt the silent judgment from behind you. Her eyes were practically digging into the back of your head.

“Fine, maybe it was because I was stressed, okay?” you confessed, giving up. At that moment, Hana had full control over your hair and you knew better than to piss her off.

“These days, I’ve been feeling anxious over things I can’t control so I thought that I could do something that I actually had a choice in… Though, saying it out loud now, that was pretty dumb of me…” you force an awkward laugh as your ramblings trail off to try and lighten the mood you probably ruined.

Being met with silence, you winced slightly and turned your attention to the strands of your hair that coated the bathroom floor. However, you weren’t allowed time to feel bad about yourself as Hana’s hands grabbed your head, positioning your head up and making you look at yourself in the mirror.

“Don’t look down. I’ll mess up” she warned you.

You meekly apologised but apart from that, Hana didn’t speak, not addressing your answer to her question. All you heard was the opening and closing of the scissors.

“I’m the last person who should be saying this,” Hana finally said in a soft voice when she’s just about finished with your haircut.. “but you can just talk to us.” She gave your hair a brush before turning you around to look at you.

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t feel how you feel but don’t keep it all to yourself. One day it’ll blow up and it will have worse results than just a bad haircut”

She gives you a warm smile as she makes final adjustments to your hair before spinning you back to face the mirror again. You see yourself but with a much more dignified hairstyle than hardly an hour ago.

“How is it? It’s nothing fancy - I just tried to even out the initial cut.”

Your fingers stroke the much softer ends of your hair, liking how it feathered out rather than ending abruptly. Once again, you were proven that there was nothing Do Hana couldn’t do.

“God, it’s way better than anything I could’ve done on my own! Thank you so much!” You exclaim with delight. You threw her into a grateful hug which elicited a surprised sound from the woman but returned the hug nonetheless.

“Like I said, I just did what I could do; you don’t have to be this happy about it.” Hana said, her words muffled slightly from her face being pressed against your shoulder.

“I’m not talking about just the haircut,” you replied. “I’m thankful that you cared enough to listen to my stupid ranting and give me advice, sorry about that by the way.”

“If you keep saying sorry, it’ll lose all its meaning.” She pointed out jokingly. “But I meant what I said. I’ll listen to your worries, even if I can’t do much more.”

Hana untangled herself from the hug to look at you seriously. “So next time, don’t try to hack at your hair so recklessly as a form of therapy.”

“Okay~” you sighed playfully, making Hana roll her eyes at you. She brushed off some stray hairs off your shirt before heading out of the bathroom, going to finally resume her training.

“Just make sure you clean all the hair off the floor or else Ms Chu’s gonna kill you.”

#the uncanny counter #the uncanny counter fic #the uncanny counter x reader #do hana #do hana x reader #kdrama #kdrama x reader #kdrama fic #own works #requested

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raniamuhanna · 26 days

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Tent Diaries (4)

Daily Death Meal in Gaza.

The occupation cuts a daily meal of victims in Gaza. It is approximately equivalent to 70 victims. On average. And on days that are semi-stable. Without major and huge events or explosions. And without negotiations in Doha or Cairo. Not a day goes by without cutting this meal. Who is this meal for? And why does it cut it?

The occupation possesses advanced and sophisticated killing tools. They are the most modern in the world. So that the Gaza Strip appears as an open carpet in front of it. Every citizen in the Gaza Strip is exposed to being part of this daily meal that the occupation destroys by firing surprise tank shells at the tents. Blowing up a car of passersby with a missile. Random bombing by Quadcopter aircraft on the displaced in the so-called humanitarian zone. Sniping citizens from long distances. Executions of the elderly, sick and disabled in their homes who were unable to implement the evacuation instructions in the blocks it announces.

The methods by which the occupation surprises citizens and takes them away from them are many and varied. All killings are unnecessary and not urgent from a security and military perspective. The evidence is that the occupation carries out killings in areas that are supposed to be safe. Or that were warned to evacuate. And it regained control over them once, twice, and more.

The only sin of the citizens that the occupation kills in a daily meal is that they were at the wrong time and place in the occupation's estimation. Even though they may be sleeping in their tents. Or children queuing to get a gallon of water.

What benefit does the occupation gain from providing a daily meal of Gazan victims?

This is the literal application of Netanyahu's repeated declarations that the war will not stop. These are the fuel of the war that he presents through the media to his audience and to the world that the war is ongoing. The war cannot continue without daily blood to feed and revive it. And these are the bloods that drive the war every day to deliver it to the next day. And so on.

They are like the fuel of a car whose engine must keep running without stopping until it reaches its final set goals. Can you imagine a day without Palestinian casualties under the pretext that the occupation army is waging a war in Gaza?

This is impossible. It is an Israeli political goal before it is a military goal. It is true that it is possible to imagine that no Israeli soldiers will fall in Gaza. In light of the imbalance of power. But for the occupation, it must continue to kill every day. With or without a pretext. With or without a reason. The important thing is that the number of victims of the daily meal in the media reaches a large number equivalent to seventy victims. So that the war appears to be fierce, fierce and brutal. Less than thirty, for example, is a small number that may raise suspicion that the occupation is waging a fierce war in Gaza. It is a number that does not fit the losses of war.

The killings within the meal are random and irregular: children. Women. The elderly. Suspected militants. But the process of serving the meal itself must be regular, daily, fixed and unchanging. No one has the authority to review, inspect or verify the victims within the meal: the reasons for their extermination, for example. Israel has been able to marginalize everyone who has legal or military authority in the world to do so. But the important thing is that the army presents this meal every day with a lot of theorizing, claims, pictures and justifications to continue the war that will not stop.

Nasser Hospital morgue. Every morning it has become like a box of luck. Or a box of the world. A large number of mutilated and dismembered bodies. These are part of the components of the meal that was cut for one day. Their identities and names can barely be recognized. Families rush to it to identify their sons who were missing throughout the previous night. And those who were led by bad luck. And without an appointment. To exist, sleep or walk in the wrong place where the occupation launches its bombs. To prepare the daily meal and present it to its audience and the world. The happiest mothers then are those who do not find their missing son among the bodies. And she returns hoping that he will return to her from his absence. Or her cell phone rings and his voice comes to her from afar that he is still fine and alive.

Only the bad luck of the victims made them part of this day's meal. But even those who think they are safe in their tents and displacement. And far from the occupation's random choices of death. Bad luck awaits them. It must be repeated at least seventy times a day. In different places. Until the next daily meal is ready for them. No matter how much they think they have taken all the precautions and safety measures to avoid being part of the next meal.

The issue of deducting the daily meal from the lives of the Gazans is one of the most important military decisions of the occupation army in the ongoing war of extermination. As for whether any citizen is included in it. Or not. It is a matter of luck and fate in the first degree.

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(So this isn’t full on prose…yet? However I have had this dialogue bouncing in my head for a few days. It would be assuredly a bit after the knuckle-heads do decide to be a couple…) Kendra’s smile shifts into a pensive look as a guttural moan huffs out. Donnie swivels to her side, with a confused but attentive look. Kendra looks aside to the unspoken question and shrugs sheepishly. “I guess this means I can’t go out on my food dates anymore…” she bemoans. Donnie’s eyebrow quirks for a moment. He offers a smirk as he shrugs back. “Well…I do owe you a dinner…So…” Kendra whips her head back so quickly Donnie feels the compulsion to flinch, but observes the way her bangs whisk around her forehead. “Are we having expensive wine?” Kendra asks impatiently. Donnie hums. “Does Cheval Blanc entice you?” He loves the way that answer shimmers the catchlights in her eyes. “And a place with a upscale dress code?” Kendra prods, her hands clamping excitedly on the couch cushion. “What other places have six figure wine?” Donnie replies and taps his fingers on her knee. “Though we should be a little careful being out in the open.” “Heh!” Kendra sneers. “You’re spoiling it already? Fine! What if…we went somewhere like…Bali….or Tahiti?!” Donnie rolls his eyes. “Now you might be pushing this dinner a…” He pauses and unknowingly squeezes his digits down on Kendra’s leg. It was her small gasp at the pressure that brought him back. “-thello?” Kendra calls out. “Are you okay?” She gently holds onto Donnie’s hand as he relaxes his grip on her. “Hmm…” Donnie exhaled. He took a couple more breathes to compose himself. He turns and inspects the skin around Kendra’s kneecap. Thankfully he hadn’t bruised or scratched her, but he still felt guilty over his momentary loss of control. “Are you hurt?” He asked, just to be sure. “Yeah. Just surprised me. You didn’t hurt me, I promise.” Kendra assures him. “Right…” Donnie swallows and leans his shell back against the couch. “You said…Tahiti, right?” “Uh…yeah…?” Kendra answers while tilting her head. “Is that a problem?” Donnie’s face falls into a neutral state, he looks down as Kendra’s fingers caressing his scarred hands. A small smile hitches on his mouth. “Sounds perfect!” He said. (Okay I decided to make it prose after all…gaaah…! I wasn’t sure whether to add the Hamato ghosts in the background or not, but I would assume they are whispering…maybe…definitely)

Idk what prose is but this is tickling in my brain very nicely

#asks and replies #anon fic

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➰| Hiraeth | 1 |

[Prologue]

Summary: Half fae, half Illyrian Keres has been moving between the shadows of the Hewn city. Her plan of escaping the cruel court doesn't go as planned though as she comes face to face with her younger half brother Azriel. Lots of angst. eventual Lucien x Keres 2011words

Keres slammed into the wall, the wind knocked out of her as another force crashed against her back. Head heavy, she whirled around, wincing at the pull of her arm. It felt like she'd been teared apart, limb by limb.

She wished she had been, her amber eyes falling on his hazel ones. The small room her only sanctuary, but now he took over the confined space, hand circling her wrist as if she'd slip through his fingertips.

Foolish, foolish girl she screamed in her head, her shadows calmed and rested by her side. The familiar room coaxing them to sleep, she only went there to rest.

“Is there where you take my wings?” Azriel tugged her closer, his free hand lifting her chin. His fingers dug into her cheek, turning her face and inspecting every spec of her. The scar splitting her eyebrow as dark as the day she'd got it. Another mark to tell him that she was real and there in the flesh.

A ball of light flickered in the corner, Keres shoved his chest. "Go," she whispered harshly, but he still grasped her wrist. "You cannot be here."

There wasn't much time left, the last flicker of light warning enough for her. She tried to escape his hold, but like the dark planes he followed her through, she couldn't get free.

The dark wisps laying dormant around her arms sprung up and entwined in the long braid draped over her shoulder. Keres flinching along with the echoes of footsteps three floors above them, muffled voice stealing her gaze to the door. Three more flares of light and she'd be summoned.

Azriel's head titled, she hoped he couldn't hear the fast repetitive drum of her heart hammering against her chest. She'd learnt long ago, to control her shadows and subdue them in her room. It was favoured.

The door never opened though, an icy sheet of black dragged her though the open planes of darkness. The constant weight on her wrist the only thing guiding her through the unknown path she travelled. She clutched on to her brothers arm, sharp nails digging into his flesh, hoping to draw blood.

A scream tore out of her throat, sudden drop and then warm arms enveloping round her, shoulder scrunched and aching in his tight embrace. It wasn’t till the whip of cold wind, did she realise Azriel was flying.

Keres fought the urge to claw out of his hold. The sheer drop more appealing than being with him. The ache still remained, tight stretch of skin where her wings used to be, the burn reminding her what it cost her. She always went back and forth on whether it was worth the loss.

She’d never got the opportunity to fly, never felt the mist of the clouds or burning sun against her skin. Her wings clipped like every other tradition for his kind. They were not the same, not anymore.

Clouds, Keres had not seen the sky for centuries. She squinted as the morning sun broke through the clouds, birds flying overhead. Her eyes fluttering shut, soaking in the rays of warmth.

Too engrossed in the sky, she hadn’t noticed her brother land. He held her tighter, the action stealing her attention from above. She scrambled out of his arms, eyes frantically scanning her surroundings.

Windows carved out of a mountain, she ran to the edge of balcony but did not get far. That damn weight on her wrist, his lifeline to her.

Keres shoved his chest, he didn’t move. His face unreadable, “you stupid bastard,” she snarled, hand slapping his cheek. Anything to get a reaction, his face turning to the side.

Again he did not say a thing, that damn hand grasping her wrist. She’d rather him break it than continue tugging her along. She’d severed all ties to those Illyrian dogs centuries ago.

He wasn’t the little boy who sought her attention or clutched at her sleeve. No he was a man, just like the rest of his kind. Forged to fight, to follow their way of life. The thought made her sick.

She grabbed his jaw in her hand, nails digging into his skin. “If you don’t release me, I will claw your eyes out.”

Azriel didn’t flinch, he allowed her to guide his face towards her. Blood coating the tip of her nails as she applied more pressure. His eyes gave him away though, always did when it came to her. Soft features, eyes watery and then his hold loosened for a second.

“Gods you’re pathetic,” she spat, smile stretched her lips as his other hand clamped on to hers and snatched it from his jaw.

He yanked her forward without a word, dragging her through the large archway. His wings twitching behind him, a telling sign he was angry. She revelled in the thought of how easy it was to strike an emotion out of him.

“What can’t speak without your master? Why don’t you bark.”

Stillness, even his shadows froze as he turned to face her. She expected to feel the blow, but no impact came. That unreadable face, those dark wisps invading her personal space and whispering in her ear like children playing tag. Is it you, is it you as if they couldn’t believe she were alive too.

That part of her life long gone, she was dead. Reborn and carving out a second life for herself.

“You’re the one with a master not me,” his low voice ground out, gaze flitting to the onyx cuff on her wrist, the one he still held in a tight grip. “I wonder what he’d say about your boldness.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, her gaze on the tiny red crescent marks on his cheek. The dynamic between them felt off, his large frame towering over her making her feel tiny. She forced herself to stay upright, wouldn’t cower away in the shadows of his wings.

His brows furrowed, dark wisps searching her body. “Where are your shadows?” He asked, lifting her wrist to inspect the onyx cuff as if she trapped them in there. The stone bracelet clouded in the light of day, pitch black in the night.

She leant in and he moved closer as if it were natural to mirror her. “That’s why you’re a stupid bastard.” His shadows hissed in her ear, her breath fanning them away from her face.

Azriel sighed, retreating from her and dragging her back down the hallway.

Keres noted each turn they took, the number of doors lining their path and the creak of the floorboards. She wondered how many of them lived there, how would she run the halls without her shadows?

The silent brooding Illyrian rushing through the maze of halls, every now and then the inside of her wrist brushed against his wing. He didn’t stop though or acknowledge it, she wondered what it’d feel like to sink her nails into the delicate membrane, the softest part she was warned never to touch. Not that she’d ever touched another’s wings before.

Would he scream like she did if he lost his wings. Would his back forever hold the two marks and ache with every move.

“Where are your shadows?” Azriel asked again as he opened a door, he tugged her in but she clutched the doorframe not wanting to step over the threshold.

His shadows pried her fingers off the doorframe and she fell into the bedroom, knees hitting the floor. She curled into herself, trying to soothe the ache shooting down her shoulder blades. Breathes heavy, eyes clamped shut as the blinding white pain matched her deep inhales.

So much pain, she knew he could sense it too. If she could just control it, she’d be able to push through it and escape whilst he was distracted. Too kind even now when it came to her. Her lips twitched, another thing to use against him, but right now she was losing.

Azriel’s palm rested against the centre of her spine, his other hand holding her shoulder and straightening her back. “You need to distribute the pain to your entire back,” his palm stilled as she bit back a groan. “leaning forward only increases the core pain of your wings, your wounds.” The force he pressed into her spine tingled, pain dwindling to the usual dull ache.

She bolted up from the floor, the click of a lock drawing close. “Open the door.” Didn’t care how much pain coursed through her as she lunged for Azriel’s dagger at his side.

“You distracted me with kindness,” she scoffed, pointing the sharp blade at him.

He sat in the armchair, flame flickering in the hearth of the fire beside him. Back of the chair crafted to fit his relaxed wings. “No, Rhysand locked it.”

“The high lord lives here?” Keres readjusted her grip on the hilt of the dagger as he rose from the chair.

Azriel nodded, gently taking his dagger and returning it to its sheath. “Sleep, I’m sure you’re tired from all the travelling.”

“No.”

“Sleep, unless you want a tonic for that?” He said raising a questioning brow at her. There was much she didn’t recognise about him, the smooth controlled voice and the calculative words he used, far from the small boy shrouded in fear.

He was fear now.

Silence, it could make or break Keres as she stared into the high lord’s violet eyes. Keres had heard the chilling tales of the night courts high lord, how he could infiltrate the mind and bend it to his will.

Her gaze not wavering from his, lip twitching as his talons tried to scrape past her mental shields, failing after the third attempt. All Keres had to do was play the long game, wait around and strike at the right time. Bide her time, anger her brother and slip into the darkness.

Azriel's shadows rested on her shoulders, heat rolling off of him that she could feel it through the back of her shirt. Another Illyrian, whose name she didn't care to know stood beside the high lord, arms crossed over his muscular chest. The red and blue siphons the two wore, were enough to tell her that strength was not her friend. She'd have to outwit them.

The Hewn city taught her to weave a lie and deliver it a truth, "my shadows are bound to the Hewn city." She rubbed soothing circles on her temples, sighing as if she'd grown tired. Half a truth, but still a lie none the less.

"She speaks."

"He barks," she snapped, gaze wandering to the long haired Illyrian. Red siphons flaring, he shifted his weight and crossed him arms tighter over his chest. She bet the girls fell before his feet at the camps in the mountains, he was every inch the stereotypical brute following orders and throwing his weight around.

To her Illyrians were all dogs, thought they were gods gift and regularly told their woman that they were made to serve them. Fighting and fucking, for what cause she didn't know. That wasn't her problem anymore, no marriage or union hanging other her head at the hands of one of them.

"Res," Azriel said, hand on her shoulder forcing her back into the chair.

The nickname lit something feral inside of her, a reminder of their mother. Deep rooted hatred twisted within her, venom climbing up her throat and she didn't care who got caught in the crossfire.

Keres jerked away from him, "do not touch..." She sunk back into her seat, wincing at the hard wood pressing against her shoulder blades.

She watched the shadow of his wings sweep in front her, boots stopping near hers. He crouched down, face to hers. "I know you'll rip my wings off." Voice soft as if he were talking to a cornered animal or a child. His eyes searched hers, waiting for something to shift if he could see the girl he grew up with.

"That's a promise, brother."

I was inspired from a short fic I wrote recently and had to expand on it :) it will eventually be a Lucien x Keres fic. She's a bitch, but she has a lot to work through.

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