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[pretzel-tiramisu]

Decided to draw the Queen and Prince themselves, Moxxie and his mother!

[longing-for-the-past-times]

Their reaction to seeing you reading

Task Force 141 x Reader headcanons

notes: I don't know if this was done before, but once I got the idea, I couldn't get it out of my head before writing it down. This is my first time writing headcanons, I hope I did the characters justice :). Let me know what you think about it!

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Captain 'John' Price

He is headed towards the lounging area after staying overtime because of due paperwork. It is already dark outside and, when he sees the lights on, he thinks someone just forgot them that way.

You may understand his surprised reaction when he sees you sitting cross-legged on the couch, a book in your hands.

“Nearly gave me a heart attack, kid!”

You give him a sheepish smile and hide your face behind the book, staying true to the principle: out of mind, out of sight. You didn’t mean to stay long - you just wanted to finish the chapter. But it ended in a cliffhanger so you had to at least begin the next chapter and the vicious cycle went on.

It doesn’t take him long to realise that you are, in fact, holding a book. And he can’t hide his grin when he figures you must have lost track of time because of it.

“Didn’t take you for a reader, kid!”, he raises an eyebrow as he joins you on the couch, his eyes drifting to the cover. “And certainly did not know you read classics!”

“Always full of surprises, Captain!”, you smile at him as you look around, searching for something. A triumphant smile graces your lips when you find the piece of crumpled paper, and you proceed to put it on the page you remained at, before closing the book.

Definitely asks you about the book you’re reading and what else you’ve read, proceeding to compare your literary preferences

He may not read as much as he did when he was younger, but he can and will boast with the filled bookshelves he has at home

Encourages your reading habits when you are at the base and brings you reading snacks when you decide to spend your evenings in the base’s lounging room, curled up with whatever book you’re reading at the moment

Might sometimes join you with a book of his own. Nobody dares to say anything about the two operators who occasionally spend their lunch break with their noses stuck in a book.

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley

Never been much of a reader as he simply did not have the time, or the available resources

So at first, he does not understand why you are sobbing by yourself in the kitchen, frantically highlighting something with a neon marker

Who did that to you? Did he need to hunt down someone?

It was when he got closer that he realised you were actually reading something and the content must have made you upset

No problem, he’ll track the writer down and-

"Oh, Ghost, didn’t see you there!", you looked up at him, a shy smile on your face.

He is at a loss for words and ends up nodding towards the open book: “Is it any good?”

“Well, I think it would be an insult to say Shakespeare is ‘just good’, don’t you think?”

All he’s thinking of are those literature classes he should have paid more attention to.

He quickly steers the conversation in another direction, asking you about training and whatnot. Something blooms in his chest when he sees you setting the book away in an instant, a warm smile gracing your features as you turn your attention towards him.

He spends the following evening researching Shakespeare’s works as much as he can. He’d caught a glimpse of the book you’d been reading, Hamlet, and he ends up ordering an annotated copy.

It takes him an entire week to get through it, but the look on your face when he asks you about the book is priceless.

You spend the entire afternoon talking about it (you talk, he mostly listens), and he was surprised he didn’t notice your reading habits earlier. When you talked about books, you could light up the room with your enthusiasm and passion.

Is the kind of man who would build you a bookshelf from scratch

“Your books wouldn’t fit in a standard bookshelf anyway. And I can paint the wood to match the tone of your walls.”

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish

The type of man that says he’ll wait for the movie to come out

And if there is a book adaptation, he'll definitely make you watch it with him to prove his point

You spend the next hours pointing out why the book was better than the movie, while he tries to convince you otherwise

Constantly teases you about your reading habits, but secretly, he loves to watch you read. The array of emotional states you seem to go through when reading fascinates him.

"Maybe we should start calling you Belle from now on, bonnie. You know, the Belle from Beauty and the Beast - the one who's always with her nose stuck in a book?"

One day a recruit decides to prank you and hides your current read in the men's showers.

Soap takes note of your distracted state, but doesn't push it. He knows you'll come to him when it feels right.

Until he stumbles upon what was left of your book when preparing to take a shower. He recognizes it only by the vibrant colour of the cover as the pages are wrinkled and illegible, due to the water exposure.

It does not take him long to find the culprit. He was too busy boasting about his "achievement" to his team-mates, in the locker room.

Soap makes sure he regrets his actions by assigning him to latrine duty for the following month.

He also makes it his personal mission to buy you another copy of the book. The only problem is that he does not remember the title. Or the author. Or the plot.

"It has this orange cover, with two people on it! And there's white text on it too!"

Safe to say, the librarian is unimpressed by his comprehensive description.

So he has to spend an entire night scrolling through an online library page to find it.

But it's all worth it in the end. He'll never forget the shocked expression on your face when he handed you the hastily wrapped book. Or the wide smile that spreads across your face, followed by a tight and warm hug.

He might buy you more books in the future, just to have you grin at him like that.

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Like Ghost, he didn't particularly care for reading. It was not that he didn't like it, he just had other priorities

He wasn't even aware of your reading habits until you were both stuck in a safe house, waiting to be evacuated.

You were leaning against the wall, next to him, when you pulled a book out of your pocket.

He had to do a double take- why did you have a leatherbound book in your pocket? Were you carrying it throughout the entire mission? What if you got shot - was the leather thick enough to stop the bullet if it got past your tac vest?

"Gaz, you're staring."

"Just took me by surprise, love."

You playfully rolled your eyes at the endearment, your hand leafing through the pages.

He knew you could feel him watching you, but he couldn't help himself. He felt like he just unlocked a new part of your personality.

"Is it any good?"

"Do you want to read it?"

"I wouldn't mind you reading to me..."

Once again, you rolled your eyes in fake annoyance but complied with his request and went back to the beginning of the chapter.

The story was quite gripping, something about a rich bachelor who must be in search of a wife. Kyle tried to focus on the story, but he was more intent on enjoying your calm and soothing voice.

He unintentionally fell asleep and you did not realise until you felt the weight of his body leaning against your shoulder.

As retaliation, you forced him to join you on a trip to the library. He did not bother to hide the fact that he did not see it as a punishment, not when he knew it would make you happy.

He let you drag across the entire fiction section and patiently listened to you describing all the books you've read. He also took a lot of mental notes on the books you intended to read in the future- if only the covers did not look so similar!

Eventually discovers he's more of an audiobook person.

So he would listen to the novel you were currently reading, excited to meet with you at the end of the day and discuss it with you.

[itstheendofthegoddamnworld]

Swallowed Whole by The Flame (Messmer the Impaler x Tarnished! Reader) 8

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Summary: The storehouse calls to you, your path awaits.

A/N: I've been ill for a while, so this is coming out when I feel better! Sorry for the delay! A promise is a promise! More interactions!

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Chapter 8: The Encounter

The rest of your day is spent avoiding Messmer as best as you can, despite the heavy enforcement of soldiers who seem to follow your every move. It comes to you with great unease and irritation, but you're thankful when you've eaten supper and you can be to yourself for the rest of the evening,

Your thoughts are spent thinking about the specimen storehouse and where your heart lies in the books you could be reading. It comes with great restraint not to sneak out and go there in the dead of night, but you promise yourself you would rather worm your way through befriending Ansbach better to gain some further insight.

You go to sleep slightly content with your goals, hoping you can go through with them easily.

Ansbach is who you go to seek out after breaking your fast, dressing simply in your usual garbs before you find him in his usual spot. You strike up a conversation with him for a bit before you know his suspicions are up, knowing you're up to no good.

"You know, Lord Messmer will not be too pleased in knowing you're not where you are."

"How so? He's not looking for me, he's not sought me out." You shrug, though you cannot help but eye the red-cladded knight who loiters close by. He's aware of your presence down here, but he is allowing it for some reason. Could it be some ploy to think he's fine with it all?

"I think his Lord is so caught up in worrying about me, he should be addressing the real issue." You continue, "Any news of Miquella? Or even Lady Leda?"

"It seems Leda has found the gift you left." Ansbach addressed plainly, "What she wishes to do to deal with our betrayals, I am still left in the dark of. I have no doubt she will be finding some way to create an ambush."

"Best be on our best behaviour then." You jest, but Ansbach grunts in response. Why must everyone be so grumpy in this Keep, no, these lands? You remember fellow allies like the kindly girl Roderika, the polite sorcerer Rogier, and Boc your seamster - even in the coldness and darkness of the world, they still found kindness that could be shared with strangers.

Two days pass since your conversation with Ansbach, and despite lingering for far too long in the storehouse staring at the endless shelves, you cannot finally help the urge that calls to you.

Only dressed in a nightgown and dressing gown, its green silk robes still feel foreign on your skin. You scamper to the door of your chambers barefoot, the cold wooden floor cool against your skin as you slowly pull the door open. Looking to see no one there, you gather yourself, shutting the door behind you as darkness engulfs you in the small tower.

Feeling along the walls as your aid, you trek downwards, careful to keep your pacing quiet.

Quick as a mouse, sharp as a cat. You tell yourself as you avoid what you think are soldiers who are posted along the lower grounds, patrolling as they go.

You stick to the shadows as best as you can, passing the infirmary as you near the steps heading down into the dimly lit storehouse. Your smile broads, victory is on the horizon as you continue to sneak before you find yourself in endless bookshelves. 

Finding a small candle and taking it along with you, you pace down the bookcases until you cannot find Sir Ansbach in his usual spot. Instead of him, you find the endless books you have been dying to open since you last spoke with him.

You feel a sense of pride wash over you, eagerly picking up the first book with too much force that it knocks the tower to the ground, some books clatter open with a loud crash as you freeze, assessing your situation before turning back to continue with the pages.

You find books on the history of the lands, of the Hornsent, the war and tyranny that seem to address in length of Messmer's battles, but you work your way to find one that is of great interest to you—the History of Queen Marika and the Golden Order.

It's when your foolishness and brashness bring you to be unaware for a moment, too engrossed in what's around you, that when you try to reach for a book on the shelf that is too high for you, a voice hisses out to you in the darkness.

"Thou art rather brazen at which hour thee sneaketh."

You almost scream out, but catch yourself, your voice being stuck in your throat as you turn to who stands behind you.

You should've known you were being followed, but nothing had prepared you to finally come face to face with the redhead. You had to admit, it was rather haunting how someone so tall as he was able to move around with ease of not disrupting noise. Despite the darkness, your candle caught a glimpse of his red hair, almost blending in with the bookcases. He appears to you how an apparition would, his form languid and swaying as if he is uncertain as to what your next moves shall be. He has a ghost-like quality that only he could carry in a Keep so full of others. He instead thrives in the abyss, in the dampened walls and cold grey spots. You wonder what he carries, the stoicism that he was born with, would it be broken if he finally saw his mother again? And just how long had it been since he last saw her?

"Firstly thee fight mine own men liketh a drunken in a tavern." He spouts. "Next I findeth thee sneaking off to mine own library. Bid me, where shalt I findeth thee next? Sneaking wine into thy chambers?"

"Are you taking note of everywhere I go?" You bemoaned. "If I had known better, it seems you enjoy stalking me."

The glare he sends you is not enough to make you cower, rather you swear you see his cheeks redden at your words. He averts his eye from you, but he keeps his mood sour. "Bid me, art thee going to starteth destroying mine own books?"

You stare at him incredulously, "I read, you know?"

It's his time to gawk, his snakes look between one another before looking up to their master, the three staring as if they are silently communicating. You can't help but feel like the fool at this moment.

Messmer surprises you as if he is a grumpy unapproachable cat, slowly inching his way towards you, his movement slow, hesitant. There is bewilderment present in his features as he whispers, "Thee... read?"

"Yes," Your words are mixed with a weary laugh that has been bubbling inside your throat, "you believe I'm ready to tear your books apart like a beast?"

He doesn't answer that, rather he's quiet, maybe from embarrassment for assuming.

"Look-" you begin to walk closer towards him, not even getting as close as you predicted before something is face to face with you, squaring off. You're startled back, keeping eye contact with one of the serpents that had unwound itself around Messmer's torso to stare down at you. You never realised even up close how vivid its scales were, bright and a brilliant crimson hue. 

You also realise the difference between both serpents: one had startling blue-green eyes, the other matching Messmer's. One is slightly bigger, the other slimmer and longer. You cannot help but feel inquisitive by the one inches away from your face, it also doesn't move as it inspects you. Instinctively, you hold a hand out, somewhat frightful it could change its mind and latch its jaws around your hand, but rather than that, it takes in your scent, its long tongue flickers up your finger before you gingerly stroke along its nose once it has investigated you enough.

"Woah," you marvel in wonder, "they are beautiful." Messmer seems stiff and unresponsive, watching but not daring to move. You assume he's in two minds: fight you off his serpents or allow you to continue, however, you're still hesitant you've overstepped.

His skin even ashen holds a light blush to his face, and it finally dawns on you. He can sense what the snakes feel, for his golden eye is sharp and wide in shock. He does not recoil from you, but he finally does seem to come back from whatever trance he's in, nodding in agreement with your statement. 

"Do they have names?" You ponder aloud.

Messmer's voice is soft as he points to the one with blue eyes, "Fos," he points to the other, "Eos."

It is Fos who turns from you to look up to Messmer, almost pleased to be finally formally introduced, which brings a smile to your face. To think, these serpents have their personalities and thoughts, working independently from their master if they wished.

You realise you need to say more so it does not fill the air with awkwardness, "You asked if I read?"

"I did."

"I do because I wish to learn," you answer, "Not only of these lands but of the one I have long forgotten. I am Tarnished, yes, but I also had a life before, one I have not remembered in a long time. If I am to defeat Miquella and know of his plans, I must learn more of what I'm up against."

Messmer is silent as he takes them in, his face stoic and cold but his eye is darting across your face, over the books surrounding you. It is only then that he sighs heavily. "Very well. If it is true t' is what thee needeth, it shalt be provided." The smile that grows on your face as you hear his words, "However, thee shall not seeketh this inf'rmation without mine own aid. Nor shall I allow thee to be in the storehouse alone."

A fair agreement. You think to yourself, soaking in his deal. "Deal?" You are the one to hold your hand out to him, an olive branch of peace. He stares at your hand then your face, slowly reaching out, his large clawed hand warm as you predicted, swallowing yours in the softness of his skin. "Deal."

It feels like a long time before one of you remembers to pull away, your hand feels extra cold away from his heat, the power he exudes. You go pick up the book you wished to read, but Messmer is quick to add, "T'is yours to read," his voice is a gentle whisper in the coldness of the night, "if it keeps thee from fighting mine own men."

It dawns on you, that his tone is not dour when he tells you that, there is a tinge of humour laced within him when he wants to be droll. "Now, that I don't know I can keep as a promise, Lord Messmer."

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A/N: So, I wanted the serpent names to be cute and matching. Fun fact: Fos means light and Eos means dawn but also is the personification of dawn🥺

[bakerstreethound]

Moonknight boys or Dr Strange fluff where Reader and them meet in a museum

I love this so much! I turned this into some small headcanons, but one day maybe I will properly write these out. Thank you for your patience. (I may have gotten carried away with this too).

Museum of Ancient Mystery

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Steven would always try to bump into you at work, but it was rare that he would see you as you worked for the Museum Curator.

The one time you did run into him was one of the charity fundraising events the museum held, and he relayed to you the significance of the Egyptian burial rites during the majority of the gala.

From then on you couldn't get out of his mind to the point he dreamed about you.

A few weeks after the fundraising event, you found him behind the counter of the museum workshop and slid him your phone number, watching him blush.

Unbeknownst to him, you started to find a pull towards him that fateful night at the gala. He seemed sweet and genuinely took an interest in your research.

You may have mentioned you were wanting more from your job, to have your research taken seriously.

When you do get that text from him, you are pleasantly surprised he has suggested to meet up in the Egyptian section of the museum.

You find him there well after hours inquiring why he is still there, and he hands you a rose and fidgets with his hands.

"Um...well I wanted to take you to see the stars after we finish discussing your research?" He said it more like a question and you take his offered hand, following him to the roof of the museum, discussing your discoveries and theories all the while.

He's enamored with you, and you think he is watching the stars with you, listening to your rambling.

You should feel embarrassed, but he is watching you reverently, his soft eyes sparkling and you find yourself wanting to run your fingers through those soft curls of his, wondering of the sounds that would fall from his lips.

"May I kiss you?" You ask. He swallows and nods, whispering a "yes."

He hesitates and you back away, uncertain if he wants this. "Steven? Are you sure? I can stop."

He wrings his hands nervously as he closes the space between you. "Sorry, love I...I don't know how to kiss. Never done it." His warm eyes meet yours, melting your heart.

"Oh Steven, I've never kissed anyone either. I haven't wanted to until I met you, got to talk to you."

"Really?" "Yes."

You smile as he carefully places his lips upon yours and you pull him close, pleased at how well he fits into your arms and you lose yourself there beneath the sky of falling stars, with a man you would never in a million dreams would have thought to kiss. And oh, how you wanted to kiss and adore him more.

[nerdieforpedro]

Only about you tonight Mesh'la

Din Djarin x plus size female reader

This fanfic is 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2.2k

Warnings: Din Djarin is a menace, HANDS, massage, sense deprivation, oral sex (female receiving), face sitting, body worship

Summary: The Mandalorian has had two things on his mind for some time. He wants to explore your curves and he wants to be between your thighs.

Notes: Din Djarin brain rot has fully set in. I have leaned HARD into it. I'm gonna give the man something soft to use. I mean, if it's Din, it's free use, right? Not beta-read. We're just putting out smut and putting out for Din.

Main Masterlist / Din Djarin - The Mandalorian Masterlist / A03 link

It hasn’t been his intention at first, to have you spread before him like this. Din truly just wanted you as a partner for your skill with a blaster and quick wit. However, the more time he spends with you, the greater his desire has become to have his hands explore your rolls and holds. 

The Mandalorian treats his longing like one of his bounties. Watching and biding his time. Opportunity struck when you’d been crouching down in a hiding spot behind some rocks while Mando took care of some imperial remnants. You’d been able to get a few good shots in, but your legs were cramping and you needed support to get back to the Razor Crest. 

The suggestion was that he could massage your legs to ease the discomfort. You were hesitant but Mando was aware how much you trusted him. He felt some shame for using it to his own ends, but needed his hands on you. Helping you over to the cot was first, then having you lay down and take some deep breaths as you grew accustomed to him just placing his hands on your calves. Gloves were removed and you were able to see his uncovered scarred hands, moving slowly past your knees to your thighs. The large heaves of your chest as he worked were his indication as he moved, ecstatic to know that he was able to partially communicate his yearning. The Mandalorian stopped at your mid-thigh and asked if you wanted him to continue, his palms pressing into your soft flesh.

Propping yourself up on your elbows, you nodded before exhaling a soft yes. It was then that the Mandalorian let his fingers spread out and sunk partially into your thighs. His arousal has spun wildly and he’s throbbing at your agreement. 

“Mesh’la do you want to remove your pants or should I? Direct contact is the best remedy for your aches.” 

It appeared that your partner, the famed warrior had a rather specific ache he was willing to help you with, why else ask you to remove your bottoms? Not that you were complaining at all, raising your hips, Mando wasted no time in pulling them off. Behind his t-visor, he marveled at the plentiful gift of your plush skin before him. His hands immediately plunged into the jiggly meat, massaging as his calloused fingertips explored you.

Bending your knees in response, you exposed the moistness of your core sticking to your drenched panties, the new source of your ache. Watching the Mandalorian’s hands roll closer toward your heat, you finally released a moan. He stood, forcing some of his body weight into your thighs, making your next moan crack with a squeal. 

“Mesh’la, allow me three things, your vision will need to be obscured, I will remove your panties and when you moan, call me Din. Please.” His voice was firm until the please, hinted desperation with his last word. Your broad partner above had a noticeable tent in his flight suit, you weren’t the only one aching - Maker be praised.

“I trust you Din. I always have, savor me.” Growling your agreement as your eyes showcase your lust, Din wishes he could show you his, but he cannot. A brief few moments are spent away from you as he retrieves a thick black piece of fabric. Tied around your eyes, he shines a light from his arm guard at your face to test if you react to the light, you do not. 

Now is the time - you hear a hissing noise and a metal thud followed by a thud. Has he removed it? His helmet? Is he really going to satisfy the feelings you thought you shouldn’t have for the man? His hands spread your legs further and he pulls you to the edge of the cot. That’s when you hear the richness of his unmodulated voice for the first time, your panties are pulled off. Your body flinches from both the cool air and the cold beskar that the back of your knees are now touching. You’re certain it’s his shoulder pauldrons which means he’s face to face with your desire for The Mandalorian, who you’ll now call Din.

“Sweet cyar’ika, I apologize for not caring for you properly sooner. Do not cover your mouth and do not hold back. My generous one.” His breath washes over your mouth, having you hitch your breath. He’s taking his time and you did instruct him to savor you but you’d like his mouth to be otherwise occupied.

“Din. Din. Don’t just stare. Touch me. So I can call your name louder.” 

One of his hands playfully slaps your hip and his cheek rubs against your thigh, he’s enjoying teasing you, watching your desperation for him to begin. You speak his name with a moan, his call to action as two fingers find themselves on your folds to part the way for his tongue. It curls inside your entrance, your hips buck forward for more. Pressing his lips to flush your folds, the loud slurps and the increasing volume to which Din’s name was leaving your mouth filled the Razor Crest. Your ankles crossed behind his shoulders to force his face even further into your core.

Djarin tucked his chin and used his nose to graze your clit before pressing gently into the bundle while still licking vigorous stripes up and down your folds. You did something you thought may have been against whatever unspoken rules Din may have had with your hands diving into his soft hair, your center was quivering. It felt like something was coming out more than your normal orgasm. After screaming, still holding onto his precious hair that you may never feel again after what you’ve done to his face, soft moans still leave your lips because he’s still lapping up juices from your folds and inner thighs. The entire area is so sensitive but you’d never tell him to stop, only to keep going as he likes.

“Din I…didn’t mean to pull your hair. I’m not sure if I was supposed to touch it and your face is…wet I think.” The tough skin of his palms rubbed circles into the flesh of your thighs. You heard him chuckle, was something funny?

“No apologies needed cyar’ika. I won’t flinch from a few tugs. My wet face is an honor, one I hope to repeat. You’ll remove your shirt and bra, then sit. I want to see all of you bounce on my face mesh’la.” Gentle kisses down your inner thigh toward the fat on your knee tickle you. The gravity of what he’s saying isn’t lost on you, but it’s not just anyone asking. It’s Din. Someone who you know can lift you out of harm’s way, this is a completely different situation but the same principle applies: the man will be fine. 

His teeth nibble on the pouch of fat next to your knee as he pulls you forward and removes your legs from his shoulders, placing his hands on your back and sitting you up at bedside. Softly groaning his name, your shirt is removed and you follow that with your bra. It’s Din’s turn to growl, his hands roam over the pouch where the lower part of your stomach hangs with his thumbs casually running between your rolls. His gaze warms your smile, your own hands find their way to his shoulders and then tentatively to his cheeks. The stubble scratches your fingertips as you map his face with your hands. He hasn’t pushed them away.

Din knows that this is the most he’ll be able to give you for now. You can feel his face, but not see it. He longs to one day have eye contact without his helmet or beskar (maybe some days with it on) buried within you but he can offer you this. He knows you can feel your slick on his face, he’s been dripping into his flight suit the entire time. He’d ask you on another day to help with that - today is about you. He wants you to know he doesn’t expect anything in return except your climaxes, screams and to be allowed to touch like this, manipulate your malleable body. Your fingers trace his lips and now followed by his eyebrows and mustache, he wants your hands elsewhere and everywhere. To distract himself, two of his fingers slip between your folds, soft hands are back in his hair with his mustache tickling your breast. His mouth has found your pebble of a nipple that it feels like he’s trying to swallow. 

Both arms pull Din’s head to your chest, the sharp inhale of air before he’s buried in your body has you whining. The intensity of just two of his thick fingers have you close to your second orgasm but he removes them, a pop then a second as his mouth parts from your nipple. “Taste yourself, then you’ll come twice for me.” You extend your tongue, leaving yourself open for his fingers. Din’s eyes dilated, his hand moving in slow motion toward your mouth, watching as his two fingers covered in your slick pressed down on your moist tongue. Sealing your lips around his digits, you begin pushing your tongue between his fingers, breathy sighs leave your throat while your hands continue to roam Din’s head, nails razing his scalp. The Mandalorian moans your name, pressing his face into your stomach, nuzzling his face, nipping at your skin.

 “Hold on tight for a moment, cyar'ika.” Drawing his hand back, the bounty hunter stands, you release his head and let your arms fall to your sides. “I’m going to lay down and you’ll sit cyar’ika.” 

“Yes. Can I touch more of you Din? Just a bit.” The cot dips under his weight as he sits and lays down, his knuckles brush against your hip, letting you know he’s ready for you. He answers your question wordlessly, though you’re hopeful maybe one day you can have more of him. Using your hands, you feel the soft swell of his stomach under his flight suit and lower your palm, following what you imagine to be a trail of possible hair to where Din’s hardness is. He grabs your wrist, his grip loosening slightly but still prevents you from touching him.

“Not yet mesh’la. Right now is your time, not mine. Come sit for me, my face is growing cold.” He hears you huff as you move, your wide legs straddling him after moving beside his shoulders. You don’t sit yet, you can tease as well, hovering above his face, his breath warming your thighs again. Din chuckles and doesn’t force you down. He’ll wait and allow you to mount him at your own pace. Despite your lack of vision, you’re confident and he loves it, he knows you’re not delaying because you’re worried about harming him, your attempting to goad him into action is cute. 

“You’re selfish Din. Next time, I want to give you the same treatment.” It’s here that you take your place and let him devour you from below. Unlike before, he doesn’t start with gentle licks and kisses, his tongue dove right past your entrance and circled your spongy walls, having you call his name promptly. Using your hips, you helped him reach deeper within you still as that glorious nose of his alternated between teasing your mound and your sensitive bud. He gorged himself on your swelling folds, hearing his growls had you cry out his name with your first peak. Din slowed his tongue, even pulling back his nose to gently kiss your glistening opening while the waves had you feeling every cell you had. “Give me…a moment Din. I…”

The plush flushed tip of his tongue pressed against your clit and you swore you felt him smiling. Muffled, “That was only one. You owe me a second. I’m remaining selfish for now. Show me the same courtesy during next time you mentioned.” You wanted to retort but only a whimper came out, your hips would not stop moving despite your core feeling like it wouldn't stop vibrating. What had he done to your cunt? If it didn’t feel as if you were going to float away as Din remained between your legs, you’d have told him no more, you can’t. But you can only moan and squeal as he continues his avid study, attempting to learn every zone within you he can during his first time with you. 

“Dank farrik…Din…Din!!” Your puffy folds soaked your Mandalorian’s face once more, your vision turns white before fading back to black. Your palms catch you as you fall forward and lower yourself onto the cot before rolling off of Din’s face. He doesn’t relent, turning on his side, he sucks your slick off of your bruised flesh and parts your folds to give it a good night kiss, bending your knee, allows him more access and he’s tempted to keep going but he knows you can’t. Reaching for a blanket, he wraps it around your naked body before putting his arms around you, finding your lips so you can taste yourself once more. 

Comfortable in his arms and feels safe with a satisfying ache between your legs, it marks a new chapter between the Mandalorian and you. There’s so much to tell him that running through your mind, but the silence is perfect after so many lewd noises shared on the Crest. 

Next time won’t be so far off.

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[fertilize-my-eggs]

Sex and candy

(oneshot) pair: tomura shigaraki x fem reader smut, no quirk + modern au. Happy Halloween everyone, hope y'all enjoy this story 😄. A03

“ What should I dress for this Halloween tomura? ” I tilt my head towards the blue haired man with the black hoodie while he was playing his switch.

“ since toga invited us to come to her party.. ” I look at the princess outfits then the leopard print outfit as I show them to him.

“ switch one do you think looks nice to wear? ” he slowly raises his eyes up as he starts to blush as he looks away.

“ well??? ”

“....”

“ leopard print. ”

“ huh? Do you think so?? But it looks… ” I looked down at it, it was full body and skin tight as I started to blush. My roommate wants me to dress like this, I mean I did ask him.

We are both single and I haven't found a boyfriend… I tilt my head as I think.

“ Look, you'll look fine in it… I'll dress up as a reaper or uh… something video game character like chief or Mario. ”

I narrowed my eyes on him. “ … But we could dress up as peach and Mario though. ” he quickly shook his head as he began to blush more.

I puff my cheek as he let out an annoyed groan as he shoveled the leopard print towards me.

“ forget what I say, you'll dress this while I dress as the reaper ok? ” I've never seen him so jumpy and quickly grab the items as we got to the register. 

Tomura shigaraki has always been so closed minded, busy with video games and would avoid me when I move in with him as his roommate. The first time I moved in, he was shy and quiet.

But now he would blush whenever he sees me and clearly moves to a different room when I walk in. He's such a strange guy but I'll have to learn to accept his weirdness as his roommate.

I sigh softly as we head home, he quick with his steps like he wants to leave me in the dust.

“ Hey Tomura, slow down!! The party hasn't started yet. ” I caught up to him as we were heading inside our house.

I hear the door slam shut as I sigh heavily. Maybe he's in a sour mood but I can't do anything about it, he's probably stressed or nervous.

I need to get into the shower quickly. I checked the time on the clock as it was one hour for the party.

We could get here early and get the drinks.

Yeah that sounds like a good plan. Maybe shigaraki will let loose and get comfortable with me.

I head into the bathroom as I get clean for the party, I scrub my body parts, face and make sure I smell like soap from head to toe.

Once I finished cleaning, I got out and got into the outfit.. I knew it, it was difficult to get it on.

So I called tomura for help.

Tomura opened the door as he had a shocked facial expression as I say.

“ Hey dude, can you please help me with the zipper, it's difficult to pull. ” He didn't say anything, he approached me as he was being careful to pull the zipper up.

I could have sworn I saw his nose bleeding, I was gonna ask him if he was okay but he shoved me outside as he began to take a shower.

Okay rude… I walk into my room, check in the mirror, I start to blush deep red.

I look… really good in it, I think that's probably why tomura was flustered, I think anyone wouldn't be able to take their eyes off of me.

The skin tight hugs the right curves of my body, I see the tail swinging side to side as I pull my phone out to take pictures.

I hear a loud thud sound nearby as I'm assuming it was just tomura being clumsy.

I sigh softly … should I check on him but I don't think it that bad… right?

I head towards the bathroom, the water is running but I hear some… groans? 

I knocked on the door.” Hey Tomura, are you alright? ” Silence was my answer but I heard the running water as I shook my head.

It was probably nothing.

.

.

.

“ Hey girl, you made it already!! Let's have a blast with some booze for Halloween!!  ” toga gave me a big hug as she dragged me into the kitchen, tomura followed behind us.

“ great costumes!! You're gonna kill it with all the cute boys in that outfit. ” I started to blush from her comment, I didn't notice that shigaraki had a different mood, I didn't notice.

“ tomura-kun, you look cool in that reaper outfit. ” I started to notice his body language just now. Why is he upset? He didn't answer back, he just nodded his head and clearly ignored her.

“ Well then here is the booze that my boyfriend izuku got us today. "It was a lot of good and expensive alcohol and some Halloween candies as well.

“ I need to drink.. ” I hear Tomura say as he grabs a whiskey, he begins to drink, I grab some candies and fruity cocktails that toga made for me.

It was bright green with some Halloween candies in it as I drank it. It was sweet but strong as I could taste the alcohol but it was more like pineapple.

The hours went on, people were crowded as I drank and ate candies until tomura grab my hand and dragged me into a random room.

“ what your problem dude, you been pissy and-.. ”

I blink a few times to feel something soft but rough skin press against my lips, I realized that he kissed me.

I'm being pushed up against the wall as we continue to kiss each other.

I grab and pull his hair as he growls low.

He gently pulls away as I want to pull him closer.

“ I really love you.. I was.. ” he pressed his forehead against mine as my drunk mind was processing that he was confessing his love.

“ I'm stupid for not asking you out sooner, you're one of the coolest girls I've met and I- ” he didn't finish his sentence as he continued to kiss me.

He pulls my hip closer to him as he begins to grind his hard cock, I can feel it warm and against my tight outfit.

“ The outfit is driving me insane, I don't want anyone having you. ” he growls as he bites my neck, I whine out feeling myself getting wet by him and his low raspy voice.

“ you're mine, no one can have you, you hear me. ” I couldn't speak as I nodded my head, he was satisfied with it.

Suddenly I gasp as I feel a cold mental against the tights as I look down to see a knife, he holding a knife. I would be scared by this but since I'm heavily drunk, this is such a turn on.

He dragged it slowly and pressed it lightly.

“ your time is up little kitty~ what you gotta say? ” Is he role playing in character? This sounds fun as I play in character as well.

“ purrr~. Take me as yours mr. reaper, fuck me! ” His bright red eyes dilate fast as he licks his lips as he chuckles a bit loud.

“ game over. ”

He doesn't waste time as he pulls me up and towards the bed as I giggle, he throws me onto the bed as I gasp.

He used the knife to cut the fabric as I watched him rip the outfit.

I would be pissed off by this but I can finally relax from this outfit. The only problem is we are going to have sex in my best friend’s house and I don't have extra clothes for the morning.. maybe toga will give me some clothes.

I don't have time to think as I feel a warm wet object on my skin as I moan out, I look down to see Shigaraki licking my skin as he quickly pulls out an item.

It was a candy bar as he ripped it open and put it on my skin. I moaned loudly as I watched him chew the candy bar.

He licked it clean as he cut the underwear and decided to put it into his pocket.

“ Wait, it's not fair that I'm naked.. I want to see you reaper~ ” he was hesitant and removed the clothes one by one.

He has a slim body but I couldn't help but stare at him, he looks beautiful like this.

 

I noticed he was… nervous, why?

“ are you ok-”

I moan loudly as I feel him nipping on my thighs slowly moving towards my core.

I close my eyes shut, I felt a tap on my legs as I open wide to get a look, it… a lot, his burning red eyes staring at me as he has smirk on his face as he licked my clit.

“ eyes on me wild kat~ ” I felt his tongue lick my entrance as I gasp and moan in pleasure. 

This feels amazing jesus christ!

I can feel some other item as I hear chewing and loud slurping.

“ ahh tomura~? ” I moan loudly as I raise up to get a better look, I realized he's eating another candy bar while giving me oral.. this is insane.

He pulls away as he smiles at me.” what? Never done this before kitty cat.. ” he licks his lips as I look away from him.

“..... no. It feels interesting. ” he tilted his head as he chuckled.

“ aww you're a cute baby, I'll give it to you every day if you want. "Huh? Before I had any time to speak, he dragged my legs towards him as he began to suck and lick harder than ever.

Holy shit!!! I-I’m gonna..

No warning, I cum onto his face as he drinks it up as he groan against my cunt.

“ taste better than the candy.. so sweet and tasty. ” I heard him chuckle as he pressed kisses on my lower lips as he moved away.

“ but I want to try the main storyline~ ” I tilt my head confused by it as I gasp out loud, he turns me onto my belly as I feel his hand on my hips.

I felt his tip rub my clit as I felt it hot and slowly moved to my hole as he leaned in.

“ Happy Halloween my player two~ ” I rolled my eyes back as I felt him press kiss onto my neck and felt his cock slide inside of me.

My Hymen breaks by his size and it feels like I'm breaking in two. It starts off very slow and tender.

He growled softly as he slowly built as I reached higher and higher to orgasm. 

The loud cries and groans echo in the room as I grips the sheet.

His slim hip slam against my ass, each thrust feels like my lung is coming out any minute, I arch my back calling his name as I reach my high.

I began to shake as he wouldn't stop his thrusts, his cock inside of me felt so good.

I lay my head on the pillow as I watch him from below.

He looks gorgeous like this, tongue out, sweat running down his face, his hands gripping my cheeks tight as I see him roll his eyes back.

“ shit-... I'm.. I-.. ” I hear him yell my name loudly as I feel the hot liquid fill my womb up as I throw my butt against him, I want more.

I don't want this to stop as I smile at him, the room smells of sex, booze and candy.

“ tomura~ ahh I want more.”

He rise his brow towards me as he begins to smirk.

“ Do you want more? ”

“ y-yeah..”

I felt his fingers on my neck as he pulled me closer towards him.

No warning, he pulled fully out that cost a gush sound only for me to whine loudly as he slammed inside of me.

The bed begins to shake, I roll my eyes back, I couldn't think straight only him and his fat cock.

“ please, oh fuck!! ”

“ please what? Use your words kitty. Wild leopard can’t handle this dick? ” He was too cocky for this, I want to make a smart ass remark but his tip is hitting my cervix, I felt another coming soon.

“ please fuck me harder TOMURA OH FUCK ME!! ” I cry louder as I feel his ball slapping against my clit as my saliva runs down my chin.

I start to gag as Tomura slide his fingers into my mouth as he whispers.

“ not so loud beautiful, I don't want anyone hearing your beauty while I'm fucking you this good. "It triggered me as my second orgasm came crashing down on me like a lightning bolt. 

My whole body shaking uncontrollably, I feel the sheet getting soaked by my juice as I gag on shigaraki’s fingers calling his name in prayer.

I collabs on the sheet, if tomura wasn't holding my hips, I would be fully laying here but he show no mercy on me.

I felt his hands gripping and slapping my cheek until it was a nice shade of red.

I hear him groan my name as I feel him pressed against me and whispers sweet nothing into my ear.

The warmth in my belly felt nice as he lay on top of me not removing away.

His thick cock stays still as I feel my eyes heavily as I look at him.

“ Happy Halloween tomura. ” his voice became more raspy and rough as he chuckled.

“ Happy Halloween baby.. rest for a bit because I can't keep my love inside any longer, I need to… feel you. ” I begin to blush as he kisses my lips, I sigh into the kiss as he removes away.

“ I can get used to this…. That was intense. ”

“ it'll be more of that player two~ let's cuddle and rest for a minute.. I think we both need some water and towels. ”

We both have good laughs as we begin to cuddle and feel like this is the best Halloween ever.

[smolvenger]

Also, I can't say no to blurbs and especially not to something extraordinarily fluffy like "Touch her and you die", tehehe... Perhaps with Henry V? 🤭

Hiiii bestie! I'm going to make the blurbs shorter and simpler if you don't mind!

His Queen (Henry V x fem! Reader blurb)

Your boat docked right on the shores of France. So while your husband, the king, was determined to fight there- you had to see him.

Henry had waited with his whole army on the shore of a cliff. Then he dismounted his horse and ran up. It was a reminder of his youth- the young, firey, springy king. He easily bounded through the little beach and the plank right as you stepped up to get off the boat. Before his army and the guards, he embraced you passionately and you back.

"How are you, my sweet wife?"

"Weary from the journey though it was smooth," you confessed.

"For such a lady as you, even the seas and winds themselves would still and become gentle for you to cross," he said.

He hugged you again, peppering a kiss onto your cheek as you laughed, feeling the tickle of his facial hair and re-acquainting yourself with his lips.

He gestured to one of the lords. The Lord of York brought forth a beautiful white mare and you gasped.

"A gift for you, my lady," he offered.

You thanked him and he helped you to mount her. She accepted you- gentle was her demeanor and what a good companion she would make here in France.

"Why, the seas were quite misty- I should call her Mist, for she reminds me a little of it," you cooed, petting her mane.

"A noble, strong, yet sweet and beautiful thing, much like my dearest queen and lady," Henry said.

"My, what words roll off your tongue now! They shall call you a poet, not a ruler," you teased.

"Then it means I am an artist, and you are the muse then for such words. And if I must continue my pen, then my muse shouldn't be kept too long from me," he bantered back lightly.

He got up on his own horse- a white stallion quoting yours. You felt like a fairy queen, not a mortal one, as she trotted over the grass.

And you were led to ride and sit on your horse before the army. Dressed in their greys and blacks and scraps of leather, their eyes were big.

"This here, is Her Majesty, the Queen of England," announced Henry.

You smiled, though part of you went stiff. A few looks seemed to be borderline leers. How long have these men been deprived of a woman's presence?

Henry noticed, and his voice turned a darker tone, a fiercer one.

"She is both your ruler and a lady, and you must respect her as you do both. She is also my wife, I must remind you..."

His eyes darkened. The army stiffened, turning pale and attentive like naughty schoolboys caught by their teacher.

"You must guard her and listen to and follow her as you do Harry of England. She is England's Woman and it's most precious jewel. And should any miscreant or bully among you dare lay a finger on that precious jewel, I shall condemn you at once to hang. Remember the fate of Bardolph- one of your own who greedily robbed a poor church of its dearest sacraments- and she here is the greatest sacrament of England. And if none of you want to share worse than his fate, then cool your lust elsewhere...or I shall execute you myself." Henry threatened all of them.

The soldiers bowed their heads and complied. You gave him a smile. Though the only woman there, you were unafraid.

You were ready to join your husband and support him without fear.

A03//My Ko-Fi//My Etsy Shop//Masterlist//Wattpad

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[bb-kawa]

One and the Same

Crossing posting from my ao3. a03 link if you prefer reading there.

Leona helps his lover after her meeting with the vampire hunters.

Vampire AU - vague lore that doesn't have much detail so use your imagination. based slightly on Vampire knight but also not really.

f/n = first name, third person. FEMALE READER

i had this written with an OC name at first. hopefully the ctrl H replaced them all. i did proof read.

“Where is she?” Leona asked. The Vampire hunter in front of him merely smirked, looking him up and down playing with the sharp knife in his hands. 

“A Kingscholar vampire, huh. Prestigious vampire families like yours don't usually go poking your heads around his part.” 

“Do you want to tell me where she is or should I go in and find out myself?” Leona bit out. He really didn’t want to handle things using his strength but his patience was wearing thin. He was here for one person and one person only. A fight at the front steps of the Vampire association would be risky. Luckily, before the vampire hunter or him could continue arguing, the door behind the hunter clicked. 

“Leona! I’m glad you’re here.” F/n said, stepping out to approach him, the exact woman he was looking for. She, coincidentally, had a knack for appearing right before trouble started, either to stop it or encourage it. She waved at the hunter while making her way towards Leona. “Bye bye Jack. I’ll see you some other time.” 

F/n gripped Leona's arm tightly, leading him down the alley back out to the road. A slight waver in her step had Leona wrapping a hand around her waist. 

“Did you bring a car or do something barbaric like vampire speed walk here?” She asked. 

“Are you saying that YOU can’t get us out of here with that teleportation ability of yours.” Leona asked before leading her down another road. His eyes glided to hers as she clicked her tongue. 

“I think you know why.” A reluctant admittance from her. 

“You shouldn’t be giving those hunters blood, F/n. They don’t deserve it and you can’t trust they won't hurt you.” Leona reprimanded before they arrived at his chosen mode of transportation, a motorcycle. Its metallic black body shimmered under the street light giving it a sleek and mysterious look. F/n’s fingers grazed the leather seat. 

“Wow, fancy. You do give off the bad boy motorcycle type.” She cooed, ignoring his lecture. She swung her leg over as Leona helped guide her onto the bike. “Take me somewhere I can rest.” 

Leona followed her command and sped off throughout the city. He could feel her arms tighten around him with every quick turn and acceleration. The city lights sped by as the world drifted together. Well lit roads and businesses blurred by and became winding paths through forests. Soon, they were heading down an isolated path until they came to a stop in front of an ornate and large house. 

“Your family home… this wasn’t what I was expecting.” F/n said as Leona stood from the bike. Before she could fully hop off he grabbed her waist lifting her into his arms. 

“This is somewhere that we’ll both be safe.” 

If F/n knew what he meant she didn’t say anything, merely let him carry her up to the door. The door creaked open as the vampire servant of the Kingscholar family welcomed ‘Young Leona and his guest’ to the estate. The candle lit hallways glimmered as the various green plants throughout the house swayed from the slight breeze being let in. Leona guided them onward as he nodded towards the family servant. 

F/n was tired as she grabbed onto Leona's shirt, the weariness and dizziness affecting her now as she settled into his arms. 

"Leona, welcome home." Leona's brother, Falena Kingscholar, current head of the Kingscholar family said with a smile as he passed them in the hallway. "Nice to see you again F/n. I look forward to your attendance at the next council meeting." 

"Tch. We'll talk later, Falena." Leona said as he passed by. His brother had always been rather forthcoming in his thoughts regardless of the timing. 

"Nice to see you too, Falena." F/n answered. She was positive Falena heard despite him already being further down the hall. 

Leona continued forward, winding down hallway after hallway before approaching a door in a more secluded corridor. The entrance opened into a rather large bedroom. Clothes were strewn over couches and books piled in various areas. Ivy plants descended the walls and the hues of green, brown, and black blended together to make the area look charming and fitting for Leona.   

He led them to the seating area, settling them both into the large and deep set couch. F/n sunk her body into his lap. With a flick of his wrist, Leona undid a few of the buttons on his shirt revealing more of his neck to her. 

“Drink.” 

“Leona-” 

“It’s not up for debate.” Leona said rather seriously. The look in his eyes was more pleading than commanding though as he leaned his hand up to her cheek before pulling her in for a slight kiss. It wasn’t the first kiss they had shared but none other had been so loving. “Please.” 

F/n smiled before adjusting her position to have her legs on either side of him. She traced the line of his neck slightly with the tips of her fingers before leaning her lips in. If he felt the pain or pleasure from her bite he didn’t let on. The only acknowledgement she received was a slight sigh as she sucked at his skin. Gulp after gulp his hands on her hips tightened slightly. Truly, if she so desired, Leona would have let her drink him dry. She was one of the only vampires though, to not seem as monstrous as the rest, despite perhaps still being one of more dangerous ones. It was as if she still contained the humanity the rest of them tried to suck out of humans. 

When she was satisfied she pulled away to lick at his skin, healing and closing up the wound. She leaned back to look him in the eyes as he responded with a light smile. 

“You don’t like drinking or being drunk from, huh?” Leona asked. It was true, over the many months they had known each other F/n always hesitated to ask for blood. It didn’t matter who or how well she knew the person, she didn’t seem too inclined to ask for blood and when nobles offered her blood at the high end parties vampires attended she never accepted. Refusing to take from her many admirers. 

“I like taking your blood.” F/n answered. This much was obvious by how often she gave in. She never told him no, just questioned the authenticity of his offer before always conceding to him. When there were times that Leona needed blood, she always stuck out her wrist or neck with a teasing smile and goaded him into drinking. 

Their relationship wasn’t necessarily complicated but they were both so straight forward that consequently details were always left unsaid. Regardless Leona would follow her to hell if she decided that’s where she wanted to go. 

[ask-sibverse]

✨✨✨OMG that Swad thinking Reader is Swan! How messed up and it seems Reader already has Stockholm Syndrome! I LOVE IT!

So what happens next? Does Swan get captured? Does Swad just keep getting more and more delusional about Reader?

I've honestly been low-key planning to write this bit since you guys started asking for Swad x Reader stuff. TW: Swad, stockholm syndrome, general fucked up in the head, kidnappings, sibling incest and noncon mention. (I struggle with explicitly describing those sorts of things, if you truly want that stuff and Swapdream A03 has plenty of it lol)

He finally did it. Dream finally caught his brother all for himself. You didn't see when it actually happened, but you watched from the hallway as he carried his brother's barely conscious body to the room that was specially prepared and kept ready just for Nightmare.

Dream spent... A long time alone with his brother. The room was next door, so you could clearly hear they yelling, and begging, and... Other noises, until it was quiet again.

You waited a bit before checking on Nightmare, curious. He was more injured and in pain than you could've sworn he looked like in the hall... Oh. That's what happened. You sat on the bed, feeling him tense despite his closed eyes.

Dream loved his brother, so he'd probably appreciate you helping Nightmare some, right? You hummed a song you'd been practicing, one full of calming energy and designed to soothe and heal.

Nightmare opened his eyes to watch you. "A... Siren?"

You blinked at him, surprised he was speaking. His voice was much softer and completely the opposite of Dream. Although they seemed opposites in almost every other way anyways. "Well, not a full siren. But probably descended from one."

He nodded. "Why are you here? You don't act like one of his followers."

"His aura doesn't work on me, and apparently I remind him of you. And... I cant really leave." You gestured to the collar around your neck.

"Do you want to leave? If you had the chance, I mean."

You shrugged. "I have everything I need here, great medical care, even the ability to learn magic."

"It doesn't bother him? You learning magic?"

"He encourages it. It keeps me entertained and he doesn't think Id ever be strong enough to do anything against him anyways."

You visited him sometimes, trying to see how you and he were similar. You both liked books, and reading. You both were more quiet, especially compared to Dream. Dream continued to dress you similarly to Nightmare, and it wasn't long before Nightmare had a collar similar to yours preventing his escape.

"Why are you keeping her captive here?" Nightmare demanded one day. "You have what you want, let her go free. She's a mortal, she should be able to live her short life freely."

"Now why would I do that? I basically have double of you. I cant let such good fortune go!"

"Well shit," Nightmare said quietly.

Huh. That... Wasn't an outcome you had considered.

[buggyboba]

Surrender Your Mind

{ Missy x Female Reader}

Part One [x] + Part Two [x] + A03 Link [x]

Chapter Three | Goodbye to all the plans that we made.

A/N| Hello, Hi! It’s been a while and I’m a big liar about the update days, so there is that. There is so much I want to say, first and foremost, Thank you to everyone who has read this and your comments and likes! I’m an awkward little creature who doesn’t know how to properly interact, so thank you so much. Secondly, hi yes this is my little attempt to find more mutuals, people I can scream with and blurt things out at, let me support your projects too! Thirdly Missy is still Missy, and like the worst, so there is that, but fret not we are getting closer to answers! Fourthly, since we full sent smut, the reader is female, and has female parts. Taglist link at the bottom with the taglist.

TW: pet names (per usual), Smut (Reader giving oral), blink and you miss it hypnotic suggestion. If I missed any let me know. Mention of cannibals. 

Word count: 7000

The rest of the tea time had gone as well as expected, and at the end, you did slink off when she dismissed you. You rushed back to your room, you were bored, so very bored, your phone had long since died, and you didn’t feel like sleeping. You decided after a long few moments to head out of the safety of your room and explore more, it would at least give you some time and enrichment. The study was closed again, which was a shame because the books would have been a good time killer. You walked through the corridors, carefully trying doors as you came to them, listening against them before you opened the ones that were unlocked. Why were there so many locked doors? Well given what you had found out about the woman, there was probably a good reason they were locked, you wondered if they were torture rooms or perhaps something even more devious. 

You found an unlocked room and opened the door looking into it, it seemed to be a storage room of some sort. 

“You’ll get lost in there.” her voice startled you, and you almost leapt out of your skin. 

“Missy.” You said as you collected yourself.

“That's me,” she smirked a bit, leaning against the wall to watch you.  “Poking around again I see, nothing interesting in there,” she said motioning to the room. “Not unless you are interested in dust and broken things.” she shrugged. “There are much more interesting rooms I could show you...the armory, the zero room, The wardrobe, my playroom, my bedroom.”

“What?” You said quickly.

“What.” she echoed with a grin. “I should give you a proper tour…though I suppose just letting you wander gives you something to do.” Missy mused and shrugged a bit, pushing off the wall she closed the storage door and motioned for you to follow her. You awkwardly moved to follow her, she slowed so she was walking next to you instead of in front of you. She would glance at you every so often. 

“So.” you began and looked at her.

“So,” she repeated and looked away from you, stopping at a door. She opened it and motioned for you to look in. 

“What is this?” you asked moving past her to look in, it vaguely reminded you of a war room, but it had weapons on display. There were weapons from throughout the ages, blades, guns, and then weapons you couldn’t recognize, futuristic. 

“The armory, my playroom 2.0….we could have a lot of fun Kitten,” she grinned. “Test my aim, accuracy.” she playfully pointed her fingers at you in a finger gun, closing one eye, her tongue darted out against her lips and she pretended to shoot you, chuckling at her gesture. “Ooh, could play cops and robbers,” she said in a husky voice looking at you like you were a piece of meat. 

You frowned and shifted a bit looking away from her, “No thanks…I don’t want to play cops and robbers with you.” you teased.

“Oh, why not? I can get the handcuffs out.” she practically purred at you. “Chase you around the Tardis….it’s good enrichment.” She nodded happily.

“For who? You?” You said watching her, Missy nodded with a rather large grin. “And you too, if you believed.” she walked around you. 

“I…don’t want to be handcuffed, thank you.” You spoke softly watching her, trying to keep her in your sights as she walked around you. 

“Not into restraints huh? No handcuffs, or ropes? Gags?” she spoke into your ear, and you took a step forward. 

“I’m not going to talk about what I am into with a prac–”

“Practical stranger, yes pet….but have you considered that I am trying to get to know you, the proper way, by talking…small talk is just so boring…” she sighed and moved to stand in front of you again. “So let's be fun…” she said, watching you for your reaction.

“And talk about what I am into in the bedroom?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Well, doesn’t have to be that….I just want you to realize I have decided to extend the olive branch so to speak, and would like to…” she trailed off trying to find the right words. You shook your head a bit.

“Get to know me since I’ve lived in your Tardis for the past week or so…and we’ve had just a few brief conversations. One of which you body slammed me into a stool and choked me.” you sighed. 

“Well, you were being quite rude.” She said in a mumble looking away from you, her eyes scanning the weapons seemingly in thought. The air got silent, as you watched her, it wasn’t like you could predict her movements or anything, but maybe there was a small tell you could see. 

“Thinking too loud again pet, I really should teach you how to put a mental barrier up, I wonder if you could do it, probably not….I’ll be cursed to hear your inner monologue forever….maybe I should kill you, save us both the embarrassment,” she muttered.

“See, and then you say things like that, and it makes me not want to get to know you, or trust you….or anything.” You sighed crossing your arms.

“Touchy, you humans always are.” she shook her head. “It was a joke,” she said, sounding exasperated, it wasn’t a joke, but you were already pulling back and she couldn’t have that. “Ha ha, funny….you do have a sense of humor right?” she asked, eyeing you up.

“Yeah, I do, when it’s funny, and a comedian you are not.” You said, shaking your head.

“Oh kitten, I am funny, I am hilarious, I should tell you about the one time I—” she trailed off deciding against that story, maybe that was best saved for another time. “Point is, I am funny, you are just scared and boring.” she waved her hand a bit. 

“I’m not boring.” you protested and shook your head. 

“Name one interesting thing about you…now go….like speed dating.” she clapped and watched you. 

You opened your mouth to say something but closed it again, you didn’t know if you wanted to share your personal life with her. “The time assassins are after me to get to you, that’s interesting.” you decided on, and she rolled her eyes.

“Something I don’t already know, pet,” she said and watched you. “I suppose I could just pull it from your sad little mind, but that’s not very polite, so tell me.” Missy nodded.

“Okay, well, I used to work at a temp company, I am sure I am fired now since it’s been a week, and before that, I made a huge mistake, it doesn't matter though, I can always find a new job, that is if I survive whatever is going to happen.” You said calmly. 

“Well that is a good way to look at it, positive outlook…if you survive. At this point it is a fifty-fifty.” she nodded, was that supposed to be reassuring? You wondered. “I haven’t decided yet, so maybe more like forty-sixty.” she mused out loud. Which didn’t make you feel better. “Thirty-Seventy.” she decided on and gave a cat-like smile as she watched you deflate just a bit. “Oh come on, I’m teasing…don’t be so glum.” she shook her head.

“It’s only my fate we are talking about.” You muttered.

“Exactly, for all you know you are a fixed point…but try not to think about that too much.” Missy gave a sort of dark chuckle. “Anyway, since you don’t want to play with my sharp pointies, let's move on.” she said, starting out of the room and waiting for you at the doorway, “Well come on…shake a leg, move your tail feathers, get out here,” she said motioning for you. You sighed and walked after her again, she started walking down the hall again.

“Are you excited about dinner, I have something special planned, don’t worry it’s not you.” Missy mused as she walked. “Unless?” she looked at you.

“Oh good, now I have to worry about you being a cannibal?” you sighed.

“Well, it wouldn’t be cannibalism. Different species, Kitten.” Missy mused. “Human, Gallifreyan.” she pointed at you then herself. “It would be no different than eating an animal,” she said in thought. ”Plus, maybe I wasn’t talking about devouring you in a nutritious way…” she smirked. “Maybe it was a sexy way.” 

“Missy!” you said looking at her in awe, you felt your cheeks heat up as you let out a sort of unsure exhausted sound. 

“Once again, that is me poppet….oh next time call me Mistress, shake it up a bit.” she teased. “Make it fun.” she nodded. “You could always call me Master if you really wanted to shake it up, throw me off,” she tapped her finger against her lower lip watching you, she ran her tongue over her canine tooth, which made you look away trying to regain yourself, and figure out what was happening here. Was she flirting, was she threatening, was she just screwing with you? All were possible, given what you could gather from her, but still, you did admit it was a valiant effort to get to know you, as much as it could be from her. 

“I still will not be doing that, thank you though.” You muttered. 

“Oh come on, just once, let me hear you say it.” She grinned at you, “The last time you said it, you were scared, and while I loved that, it really made me tingle, I want to hear it, not about to cry.” she nodded urging you on.

“Um, no.” you sighed and looked around. 

“Don’t be rude,” she finished by saying your name. 

“Mistress,” you said flatly, looking at her.

“Oh, that’s no fun, where is the spark, the flavor…you can’t just say it all dead and zombie-like.” she rolled her eyes. “Say it again, like you mean it, give me passion, drama, anything…” she purred.

You blinked and then decided to go for it, she wanted something, she was making you feel awkward, it was time to return the favor, you leaned closer, your face softened a bit, and from the depths of your core, you gave a breathy sultry “Mistress.” in a sort of groan. 

Missy blinked and then shifted, she seemed to be at a loss for words for a moment, and you could have sworn you saw a hint of something in her eyes. “Better,” she said after a moment, back to her cocky tone. “Now, let's get you into the wardrobe, so we can get you something for our dinner date,” she said and walked calmly like nothing had just happened. She explained a few things about her tardis, but you certainly weren’t paying attention, not that she minded she seemed to like the sound of her own voice anyway. She stopped at another door before opening it, she motioned you in, “Go wild…something nice, you could always borrow my style.” she winked at you, and you walked past her to look in the room, there were thousands of different outfits and accessories. You looked around, noting there was a little of everything from past eras, and some from times yet to come, at least for you. Being a time traveler was truly so wild. You wouldn’t mind going on an adventure sometime, seeing the stars, seeing anything from the past, just to get out of being a prisoner just for a while. You truly did hope you both could sort this out quickly. 

Was it so bad though? Her Tardis was interesting, there were a thousand things you hadn’t seen yet, you could get lost in the tardis for days, weeks even, and continue to find new things. Missy wasn’t the worst thing, at least not yet, you hadn’t really gotten to know her, and it was a sort of toss-up how the encounter was going to go, Tea was nice, whatever this weird little interaction was, was nice, you hoped dinner was going to be nice, you were starving. Really the only truly bad encounter you had with her was the first time in the study. She really had kept you alive for the past week, she was working on a solution for the time assassins, which you quickly remembered she was going to use you as bait for. 

You sighed at the thought and walked in more, starting to look through the clothing. You walked along the aisles looking at all the period clothing and mused a bit, you thought about finding something Victorian to match her but then decided against it.

“Hurry up, watching you look is boring,” she called from the entrance of the wardrobe room. 

“You aren’t even watching me,” you muttered.

“What was that?” She called, she had heard you exactly, but she was giving you a chance to change your answer. 

“Well you are standing at the front….you aren’t even watching me.” You said louder, doubling down. It was silent for a few moments. “Missy?” you called, she didn’t answer, had she left you? There was a small part of you that hoped so, the other part was worried she did. You went back to looking for something to wear. You quietly felt the fabrics and pushed the clothing around to look at things. 

The air was silent, save for the humming of the Tardis, and the sound of hangers along metal bars. Yeah she had left you, well good riddance, now you had time to think of something to wear. You wandered into the next aisle to look at the more modern eras as you pushed through the clothing a hand jutted through grabbing your wrist, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin, and flail back, Missy cackled on the other side. “What the fuck!” You breathed out, your heart pounding. 

“Hurry up.” She said moving some clothing to see you. Her eyes followed you almost like a predatory stalking its prey. “That black dress is nice.” She motioned to it. You grabbed it and nodded, assuming because she pointed it out that's what she wanted you in. 

“Good you picked one, well try it on, I want to see if it fits you.” She said stepping through to where you stood. You blinked looking for somewhere to change, she grinned at you for a few moments before she rolled her eyes and motioned back towards a changing partition. “Off you pop,” She said, when you didn’t move right away she pushed you towards it slightly. “I will wait here for you, I am a gentleman–er woman after all.” She motioned for you to go. You quickly turned and hurried to the partition. Your heart was still racing, and now your mind added to it, you stripped off what you were wearing and changed into the dress, it clung to you perfectly. Hugging every curve, the dress was simple, a backless number that was black lace, your chest was covered, but your arms and neck had sheer lace, in a sort of collared shawl. The length of the dress was just above your knees. You looked at yourself in the vintage mirror and made a few faces, to amuse yourself as you looked yourself over. It didn't scream fancy dinner, it felt more like something you would wear to a club or something, but it would do. You took a moment or two longer, knowing it would irritate Missy, but it was your only way of getting back at her earlier. You didn't think scaring her back was a good idea, not after everything you could gather about her. 

You slipped out from behind the partition and moved back to find Missy looking through accessories for your dinner dress. You cleared your throat and made a half-hearted attempt to show off the outfit. She looked at you, her eyes slowly moving down your body before she gave an amused chuckle. “Turn around.” She said motioning you to do so, you did a little spin. “Tasty.” She mused and then walked over with some jewelry. “It's like a fun little game, dressing you up all how I want you.” She said, her hands moving behind your head, and you pulled back before you realized she was trying to put a necklace on you. “Scared puppy?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “If I wanted to choke you it wouldn't be here…now stand still.” She said once again moving to fit the gold collar-like necklace around your neck. It was chunky and hid the neck of the dress, it was tight, but not choking. “Mm, good.” She said calmly, patting your shoulders as she stepped away. “Are you going to do anything with…that?” She asked vaguely, motioning at your face. You hadn’t considered it, considering all your stuff had exploded.

“No? My makeup is gone along with my home because time assassins are after you.” You sighed.

“Well don't be crabby about it, and you can't blame me, maybe they are out to get you…” She said and put her hands on her hips watching you, you raised an eyebrow. 

“No, you said…” you started. 

“Oh, what did I say?” She said cutting you off with a grin. 

“Are…are you trying to gaslight me?” You laughed a humorless laugh. “Really?” 

“What is that saying you humans use…” She snapped her fingers trying to think of it. 

“Gaslight. Girl boss.  Gate keep?” You blinked. 

“Fun little saying isn't it.” She mused with a chuckle. 

“No…stop…don't try to be hip…relatable…you are a thousand or so year old Alien.” You shook your head. 

“Oh honey, trust me if I wanted to catch up on slang I would, and it would be effortless.” She nodded. 

“Somehow I doubt it, given your evil Mary Poppins, dommy mommy Victorian governess thing you have got going on.” You said and shook your head. 

“Oh you've noticed…do you like it?” She brushed off her skirt and looked at you expectantly. 

“Um yeah…it's good…” you stammered out, you weren’t really sure what to say, you caught yourself staring at her as she swayed a bit, the look not unnoticed by her. She grinned like a cat that had caught the canary. 

“And here I thought you hated me,” she teased. “But, I don’t need your validation darling, I know I look fantastic.” she nodded and turned on her heel to start walking. Were you meant to follow her? You awkwardly started to follow her. She was quiet for a bit which made your nerves worse, but at least she wasn't threatening you or flirting with you. She led you back to your room and motioned. 

“Oh, you are grounding me?” You teased a bit by crossing your arms. 

“Don't want you getting in the way, now be a good pet and wait here until dinner, that's only two hours away…you can do it.” She nodded. “Read a book, or take a nap, maybe not in your dress, don't need it all wrinkled yet.” She laughed a bit. “That can come later.” She added as an afterthought. 

You frowned, “Missy, you can’t just keep me in a room all the time.” 

“No no, of course not, just until dinner pet, don’t want you to fumble in and ruin any surprises,” Missy said. “Bye-bye!” she chimed and pushed you into the room, before shutting the door, she didn’t lock it, because she knew you weren’t going to wander, you were scared of punishments, whatever you thought those were. 

You looked around your room and sighed, maybe you would take a nap anyway. You curled up on the bed and soon drifted off, it wasn't an uneasy sleep, you were actually rather relaxed, you woke up almost two hours later. Your body jolted knowing you couldn't be late. You sat up quickly and fixed your hair, smoothing out the dress you wore and you got up putting on your shoes, they didn't match the dress, but they were what you had. You quickly left to go meet her in the Dining area. 

You paused when you got there, there were different plates of food, Missy had been busy it seemed. They all looked so fancy like a five-star restaurant, you wondered if she cheated and went to places to get them, that made more sense. The spread was impressive. There were also desserts, chocolate-covered strawberries, and some chocolate cake. Missy stood up from her seat greeting you, it was odd but charming, she pulled your seat for you letting her hands linger on your shoulders for a moment, leaning in her breath ghosting against your ear, her lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You look stunning in that dress…hugs your curves just right, could eat you right up.” She moved to sit down at the seat to your left, being closer to you than she needed to be, you could feel her knee brush against yours, but she didn’t acknowledge it. 

“Are you impressed? I know you are, you have a look.” She said with a grin. “Go on, eat up…don't need your little human body starving.” She said watching you. You briefly wondered if she had poisoned anything, a little game of guessing which food wasn’t safe, but the smell made your stomach rumble and you decided it didn’t matter if anything was poisoned. You took a little of everything, wanting to try it all. Missy put a few things on her plate and ate silently watching you for a moment. 

“It’s a little creepy to watch me eat,” you said.

“Oh? I thought you humans enjoyed it with all those Mukbang videos…or whatever…” she said dismissively. You frowned but shrugged. 

“It concerns me that you know so much about human entertainment, but hate humans so much,” you said, taking a bite of your food, the warmth hitting your stomach in such a delightful way, it was much better than the little portions you had been sneaking around to get. 

“Oh love, I always know what’s trending.” she mused, “what’s viral.” she tapped her finger against her lips. “How else can I manipulate the masses?” she shrugged, and you frowned again. 

“If you keep frowning your face will stay like that.” she teased and tilted her head leaning a bit closer to you. “And that would be such a shame on a pretty face like yours….” her tone was darker, and huskier as she flirted. You blinked and shoved another bite of food in your mouth so you didn’t have to talk.  Missy laughed and leaned back. “You are so….” she seemed to look for a word that could describe you without you getting angry. “Funny.” she decided on. “Usually I am a hit with the ladies, the master seducer, and yet here you are, all scared…what do you think is going to happen to you?” She asked watching you with mild interest. “Do you think I am going to eat you, maim you? Kill you?” she continued the thought. “I mean all possibilities love, but why would I go through the trouble of getting you dinner if I was going to just off you?” she hm’d at you. 

“ Lure me into a false sense of security, last meal sort of thing.” You said meeting her eyes for a moment before you leaned back. “Plus your flirtation wasn’t that good…it felt very ‘you are prettier when you smile’ and that isn’t it chief.” You said and poked at a bit of pasta on your plate. 

“Would you like me to try harder? Because my dear I can be the most charming, knock you right off your feet, into my arms, I could make you swoon, and gasp…maybe even moan.” she mused. “I am easing you into it, don’t want to scare you away, not like you could go anywhere, but for now I want us to be civil, and be able to communicate, it’s boring you scurrying around like a little rat on my ship, avoiding me.” She said with a wolfish grin.

“I..um...no it’s okay.” You stammered a bit. “I am…fine…thank you.” 

“No, I think I should.” she decided and looked you over.

“I thought we were supposed to be discussing the plan for the assassins?” you tried to change the topic to the reason she wanted dinner in the first place.

“Why can’t it be both, plotting and flirting?” she said tilting her head slightly. “A bit of pleasure and planning….it would be good for both of us,” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. “Plus, if we get cozy we can work better, don’t need you to doubt my brilliant plan, now do I?” 

“Okay well,” you didn’t have a good response, “I just…the faster we can get to the root of the problem, the faster you don’t have to ‘protect’ me,” you said looking down at the plate of food.

“I suppose so.” she muttered, “But wouldn’t it make your stay here much more…enjoyable if you weren’t so timid?” she said, it almost sounded genuine, which seemed to surprise you both. “I mean, as fun as you being scared of me is, I need you to be certain, no room for mistakes because you are scared.” She said quickly. 

“Yes well, okay fine.” You sighed, “But you don’t need to flirt with me to do that…just be…normal…” 

“My normal is psychotic murder, take the flirting, pet.” she laughed and rolled her eyes. You shifted that didn’t make you feel any better, you felt warm, and a blush started to creep across your cheeks. 

“Fine, fine…but can we at least talk about the plan?” You asked, but she waved you off. 

“We will in good time, I didn't break out the good wine just to talk about planning.” She said and moved, pouring you a glass then herself. “Fancy, good year, 2084…aged perfectly, go on try it.” She motioned to it and you grabbed it carefully sniffing at it before you swirled it, you weren’t a wine drinker, not in an educated way, but it was supposed to put air into it or something, you watched plenty of people do it so it had to do something to it. You brought the glass up to your lips and took a sip, it was a sweet red wine, it tasted good. You didn't see yourself going out of your way to drink more than the glass that had been poured for you. 

Missy watched you expectantly, and you forced a small smile, announcing it was good, she nodded and took a chocolate-covered strawberry from the tray, snapping into it she chewed and watched you, she leaned forward her hand finding purchase on your knee, her thumb teased the skin there in a soft circle, she leaned closer whispering something in a light musical lilt, what you figured was Gallifreyan, as her fingers trailed up your thigh softly. 

Your cheeks heated up and you looked down at her hand, then back up to her slowly. Missy’s other hand moved to cup the side of your neck, nails trailing against the soft flesh there. “I wonder how you taste.” She said it like it was the most normal sentence she could have said here.

“You gotta stop making me think you are a secret cannibal.” You said, but her lips were against yours it had startled you, but her hand on your neck kept you from pulling away, holding the back of your neck firmly. 

Her lips were soft, surprisingly so, then again you didn't know what to expect. Her tongue swiped at your lower lip asking for entry, the second your lips parted her tongue pushed into your mouth exploring the warm cavern there, her tongue sliding against yours. Missy’s other hand slid up to rest on your inner thigh. Your body shivered once at the assault on your senses, and you found yourself leaning into the kiss, as your eyes closed. Missy noticed your resistance fading and the corners of her lips raised into a smirk as she almost reluctantly pulled back to let you breathe and regain your bearings. Your heart was racing, you almost missed her taste, and the way her hands felt. Missy gave a playful pout that slowly turned to a grin. “You taste as wonderful as I imagined.” She mused brushing your lower lip with her thumb, as She captured your chin with her fingers. As you tried to stammer out a reply her lips brushed against yours again, silencing your attempt, “Are you finished eating?” Her question pulled you out of whatever state you were in and you looked at her, nodding.

“Good.” she moved pulling you up from your seat, the movements were fluid for her, as she walked you back against the doorframe she leaned into you, her arm above your head as she leaned, her other hand against your waist keeping you pinned there, as her lips were on yours again, was this what she considered flirting? More so, why was it working? Your thoughts were a whirlwind. 

“I’ve decided since you have been a relatively good girl, and good girls should be rewarded, I’m going to reward you, sign of good faith….and maybe this will make up for you being ‘trapped’ here.” She smirked, her hands slid down your body, pulling at the hem of your dress, slowly over your hips showing off your underwear or lack thereof. “What a naughty little thing you are.” Missy grinned taking in the sight of You. Her fingers trailed up your thigh, her nails leaving soft red lines in their wake.  You wanted to explain this wasn't a sexy thing, but you knew you were doomed now. You stammered trying to say anything that would make you less embarrassed but no words came out. “Now I think it was your whole plan to seduce me.” She mused. “How dare you have the same plan as me.” She gave a dark sort of chuckle. “You are a bold little thing.” 

“It's…it's not like that,” you muttered, but maybe it was now. Her fingers traced closer to your bare skin, brushing against your mound, you shivered which made her grin more. 

“A tempting little thing, you know I shouldn’t indulge,” she gave a mock hum sort of noise like she was deciding something. “You humans are….” she trailed off, “So small in the grand scale….” she decided on but made no attempt to move away from you. Instead, she pressed against you more, her lips finding their way to your neck, nipping the skin there with a sharp nip, licking the spot to soothe it when you jumped a bit. “But…why waste such a tempting offer,” she muttered into your neck before she pulled away from you, you blinked at the sudden lack of contact, your cheeks warm. She let her hand move up from your mound to your stomach and then over to your arm, grabbing your wrist, she was so fluid, calculating, as she moved to pull you with her, out of the room. You stumbled but caught yourself following after her, realizing she was pulling you towards your room, before you got there you got bolder, your heart racing as you grabbed her arm pulling her into a kiss, your body pressed against hers as she stepped back, but only found the wall next to the door with her back. You almost couldn’t believe the action yourself, but you doubled down and let your hands move, one cupping her neck and the other her cheek as your lips pressed against hers, perhaps it was a desperate move to have control in this situation that you haven’t had control over since the beginning, perhaps it was because you genuinely wanted the enrichment, especially after being so bored and nervous. It didn’t matter the reason right now, the thoughts could come later, right now you wanted whatever it was she was offering. 

Missy moved her hands to your waist pushing you away just a bit. “Now look who's trying to be in control.” she practically purred, but before she could finish her thought your hands were pulling her back. Your lips silenced her again, you were not going to let her ruin the mood by being a jerk. She chuckled against your lips, before trying to take control again, her hand moved to open your door, pulling you into the room with her, the movements less graceful, there seemed to be genuine desire there. At least that's what you would tell yourself so this wasn't just senseless and random sex, with a stranger, well not a complete stranger. That's what this was going to be right? Yeah, it had to be. Missy pulled you closer to the bed, and before you could think before you acted you moved pushing her onto the bed, the surprised sound she made turned into a deep throaty chuckle. Seeing she was about to say something again, your mouth found her determined to not let her talk. Your hands pulled at her jacket, unbuttoning it, she made no attempt to stop you, she was more interested in the kiss, her tongue running along yours, tasting you, her hand moved into your hair tangling in it as you moved closer straddling her lap in a movement that almost felt desperate. 

You groaned against her mouth softly as she pulled your hair more, bringing you closer to her, her mouth dominating yours again, you got her jacket off, revealing the white long-sleeved blouse, she wore too many damn layers. Your fingers pulled at the buttons there, as you pulled away to kiss her neck, she tilted her head allowing you more access to the flesh there. Your hands explored carefully, touching her sides up to her chest, pulling at the blouse to open it more, your lips trailed down to the top of her breast. Missy let out a soft breath, a hand coming down from your hair to grab the back of your dress. You kissed down her sternum before making it to her stomach, nipping there, which drew another breath from Missy, her eyes locking with yours, her fingers trailing your jawline and then down to your shoulder pushing you down more. You understood her direction even though there were no words, at least she wasn’t making comments, there was an urge to please her, a tingle in your mind, one that you wanted to comply with. Your tongue trailed down her stomach pausing at her skirt’s waistline, arched her hips up just a bit to urge you on. Your hands found the zipper and pulled it down, pulling it down slowly, baring more of her cream-colored skin to you, your mouth dipped nipping her thigh, as she shifted, causing a low hiss from her. “Bitey little thing aren’t you?” you heard her mutter, but your tongue soothed over the nip, before you kissed her inner thigh, causing her to part her legs more.

You took the invitation, hooking your fingers at the sides of her underwear slowly pulling it down to reveal her to you. Her hand tightened in your hair as you pressed your mouth to her core. Your tongue slipped through her folds lapping at her before you focused your attention on her clit. 

There was a low satisfied hiss that pulled from her lips. Your hands moved to her hips pulling them up a bit as you buried your mouth deeper your tongue lapped and curled taking in her flavor, how sweet it was, how unique it was. You lost yourself in it for a moment, but a low groan from her brought your attention back to the moment. You doubled down on your efforts, sucking against her letting one hand slide down her thigh, you pressed two fingers against her slick entrance and pushed them in slowly. 

This elicited another low groan as her hips shifted and rocked against you in need of more friction. You moved your fingers, slowly at first curling them up and rubbing against her to find that delightful area, you knew you had when you felt her body arch a bit, and she gave a heavier pant.

“Mm just like that pet.” She breathed out, her body arched still as she laid back again. You continued, determined now As you felt her body responding, soft sounds escaping her throat. You hadn’t ever imagined hearing them from her, she didn’t take you as the type to indulge, yet here you both were, and it felt right. Which was such an odd feeling. You focused solely on bringing her to the edge, feeling how her walls clung to your fingers, the shifts and groans, as your tongue continued to flick and circle her clit. On the elated little sighs you pulled from her and how delicious they sounded. You could feel she was close, you moved your fingers faster, which earned you a louder groan and her thighs shaking slightly. 

Then her pleasure bubbled over, crashing over her as she came. You worked her through it, wanting it to be intense, you wanted to hear more of her sounds, feel her body shake under your touch, it's the most in control you had felt since the beginning of this. Once she started to come down you pulled your fingers from her slowly and sat up, she was gorgeous in this state. Post bliss, her breathing steadying and her skin flushed. There were a few moments of silence as she came down, you carefully moved to sit next to her up on the bed more. After a moment she turned on her side smirking looking at you as she propped her head up with her hand, pleasure hazed her eyes. 

“What a good girl you are…did you enjoy your reward?” She said, her other hand gripping your thigh. You nodded a bit, “good.” She said and pulled you so you laid down, not close enough to cuddle, but you were laying next to her, her hand moved to your hip, her thumb rubbing circles against it idly. “You humans enjoy pillow talk, no?” She asked. You shrugged a bit. “Good because now we can talk about the plan…” She purred. 

“That's your pillow talk?” You laughed in disbelief, her hand moved to your lower back pulling you closer. She nodded and grinned. 

“Problem with it? Would you rather have sickly sweet nothings?” She asked, moving to press her lips against your ear before she whispered devious things to you that sent heat straight to your own aching core, that you were trying to ignore. 

She gave a low dark chuckle pressing another kiss to your ear before she pulled back. “Your heart is all a flutter pet.” She teased. “Maybe I'll make good on what I said…I bet you are a screamer…you look like one…but I digress.” She mused, you felt a blush crawl across your cheeks. “No, we should plan, can't let you think this is going to be a regular thing now can I?” She said, but it wasn't as snappy as she usually was. 

“No, can't let me think you aren't just a psychopath now, can you? God forbid.” You teased, which brought a snort from her. 

“Don't get cheeky.” She warned. “Now as I've said,” She started, her fingers trailing idle patterns against your hip again. “We are going to dangle you out in the open as bait, Lure them somewhere where we have the advantage.” She said. 

“There is a flaw, they are trained assassins, and will probably shoot me.” You sighed. 

“Now don't be like that, do you think I will let them get a chance…plus I'm the Mistress, I've done plenty of assassinations…they won't get close enough to take their shot…I assure you.” She said, and for once you believed her. “Plus we'll make it a date, I suppose as long as we are outside, might as well while we wait.” She mused. “We'll go to that little tea shop, nice and public, and we will lure them back to somewhere more closed in.” She nodded. “Maybe to my lovely little institute outside of the tardis, so I can have them join my cyberdears.” She mused. “either way you will be safe…ish, and we will get answers.” She said poking your hip with her nail to punctuate her point. 

“I still don't like the idea.” You sighed, your hands clutching the sheet below you. 

“You don't have to like it, just trust that my intentions to find out why they think you are important to me, are strong enough to keep you safe.” She said. “You are useful to me in any case, and as long as you are useful you won't die…that is my promise.” She said curtly and withdrew her hand, sitting up to collect herself, and redress. “You are mine for the time being, and I don't like when people touch my things…now…” She said standing to gather her skirt and put it on, smoothing it out, acting like nothing had happened between you too. “Get rest you are going to need it.” She said not looking at you as she left your room, the door shut behind her. 

“Yeah, great talk.” You muttered and laid back against the bed. You didn't like the plan, and you felt like she had left too many things out, but for now, you had to trust her, your hand moved to your hip brushing over where her fingers had been. It made you feel…warm and safe. Two things you didn't associate with her, but felt nonetheless. The reward she gave you felt more like a reward for her, you chuckled at the thought and shook your head, at least this went better than expected. You hoped that whenever you enacted the plan things would go better than expected too. 

You relaxed against the bed, there was more to her, there had to be. There had to be more to you too, what made you special enough to her that assassins would go after you to get to her? You would find out soon enough you supposed. 

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A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I’m going to throw here to. Rated: E F/M Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader Cardinal Copia x F!Reader

Chapter 6: Interfering Imperator

Sister Imperator hummed to herself putting away the last few documents concerning Papa Terzo's recent tour even though she had to admit that, that goof had done a decent job of spreading the messages of the Dark Lord. "So you are putting plans into action?." A disembodied voice spoke. "Yes, it's already been too long and long overdue." Closing the file cabinet Imperator's attention turned to a lone body-length mirror that stood in the back a figure stepping out, standing in a way that seemed both feminine and masculine hair as white as snow stretched down to the middle of his back, curved horns atop his head and a cloke of leather decorated his body.

"Belial." Imperator greeted as the Infernal prince took her hand a kiss being pressed against her knuckles.  "It's been too long Sister."   "It has, usually you don't appear in person."  "Yes well, talking through the spirit board becomes tiresome especially when every demonic being and their master try and claw their way through the doorway." "Sounds it." Imperator spoke before letting a brief window of silence fall between them. "I sincerely hope you did not come all this way to try and stop me from my intentions Bell."  Imperator crossed her arms staring the demonic prince down, or rather attempting  Belial held both gloved hands up in mock defense.  "Now now my little hen, why would I do that? If I wanted to stop you I would have scared you off years ago before the start of the project." Imperator scoffed.  "You don't scare me." Belial looked the woman up and down before laughing rows of sharp teeth on display.  "Please don't make me laugh dearie, if I wanted to stop you I would have come through the spirit board and killed you when you were a mindless teen." He walked past her his hands behind his back. 

"I just came here to simply observe your deeds, Imperator." Belial turned on a heel to face the woman again, Imperator squinted her eyes at him trying to figure out if the Prince was telling the truth.  "What is going on in here." Came the voice of Nihil the elder antipope coming into the room his eyes landing on the hellish creature before moving to Imperator.  "What is he doing here?." He asked the Sister only shaking her head "He is just here as an annoyance taking up my time he should be heading back home." Belial only snorted his shoulders shrugging. "Little hen I can't."  both Imperator and Nihil looked at each other and then back at Belial waiting for an explanation. He made them wait before curing their curiosity. "I am here to check up on everything and see if the most recent Emeritus is doing the Dark Lords' work."  "Terzo." The two spoke in unison as Belial walked between them his hands patting each one of their shoulders.  Leaving the two in the room the infernal Prince left the room his hands slipping into his pockets humming it had been so long what... 20 plus years? since he had visited at least. 

When he had made it to the Ghouls Den Belial stuck his head in first seeing the demonic's laid about on their day off Mountain was sitting back reading a book Cumulus was the one who spotted him first.  "Belial!."  The ghoulette squeaked and stood up a little too quickly losing her balance and falling back down onto the couch before getting up again the rest of the ghouls following standing to greet him well most did Mountain stayed seated in his chair flipping to the next page. "How are you all doing my dear ghouls and ghoulettes?."   All the ghouls started at once only to silence when Belial lifted a gloved hand. "One at a time." Most if not all the feedback was positive, which pleased the infernal prince, meaning he didn't have to report anything to their Dark Lord.

Meanwhile, across the Ministry several siblings were moving your things into the Cardinal's room this was still so crazy you felt a little bad for not being able to tell Secondo about Sister's decision it was like she was racing against a clock and wanted everything done a.s.a.p Copia must have not known anything either he looked just as shocked at the fast pace. You watched as he shrank back into a corner not wanting to be in the way and not wanting to be around so much movement, Imperator stood by the door as the last of your things were moved in her hands clapping once getting both your and Copia's attention. "Now that's settled I shall go and order your favorite dinner, Cardi."  When Sister left you giggled.  "Cardi?."  A gloved index finger was raised pointing at you. "Don't." His tone was playful you chuckled a sigh following as you looked at your phone.  "Sorella?." The Cardinal asked stepping closer.  "It's Secondo." You held up your phone. "He's texting me asking me where I am and why I haven't answered, it almost sounds worried, aggressive but worried."  "Ah- well, that's Fratello for you always aggressive."  "Yeah - I should answer him now that things are settling down." Copia nodded to you while your fingers tapped on the phone screen.

  Panic started to set in as you stared at the screen.  "Copia I have to go I'll be back in a little bit okay?."  You were gone before he could answer if you had looked back you would of see the kicked-puppy look the Cardinal had on his face as he watched you leave.  "Damn it." He cursed taking a seat on his bed with a sigh. You ran down the halls of the Ministry waiting to see or hear any trace of Secondo you didn't want him to get himself in trouble slowing down you panted hands on your knees, were you being stupid? or worrying about something that probably isn't or wasn't going to happen?.  "Sister what is the meaning of this?!."  to late.

Following the sound of Secondo's angry voice, you stop just outside of the doorway standing out of sight quietly panting, listening.  "The meaning of what?."  "You know what! my assistant being assigned to Sister Gemma not only that but being housed in that Cardinals room?!."  "Secondo there is no reason to raise your voice, especially at me." Imperator's voice was stern. "It's the closet room to Primo and Sister Gemmas."  "You could not have her stay with them?."  "Why does this bother you so much?." "You know why Sister."  "Enlighten me." 

Secondo opened his mouth to speak but closed it. "Because -." His brows furrowed in anger. "That little Rat." Secondo practically spat the word. "Will have his hands all over her."  "And that upsets you why?." Imperator's arms crossed looking at him expectantly. You stay in your spot, right why did it upset him? you could feel your heart hammering against your chest.  "I don't have to explain myself to you, just do not let her stay in that rat's room."  "I'm afraid it's already been done and that is final the system that has been created for you is proving efficient with the paperwork which you should get back to," Secondo growled moving closer until the tip of his painted nose almost touched hers. "Now." Imperator finished smirking at the fury that was in the second Emeritus son's eyes, Sister knew exactly why the move pissed him off for her he was just as easy to read as his father.  Normally she wouldn't care but she had plans for you after all you were the closest one in the Cardinal's life except for herself of course but she couldn't fulfill the role. 

Secondo left out of the room furious you silently thanked that his anger gave him tunnel vision in the years you've known him he's never acted like this, well that's a lie yeah he acted like this but never when it came to the subject of you. Finally, you pushed yourself from the wall jogging to meet up with him acting as if you didn't just eavesdrop. "Secondo!."  You called out waving him down the Emeritus turning to you. "Hello, Sorella."  Secondo greeted back in a monotone with hands cupped behind you, you walked with him in silence.  "Uh... I'm sorry about all this, Imperator sorta just sprung it on me." You shrugged your shoulders as you walked with him. "It was fun though you know being your assist-"

"You are still my assistant!." He yelled looking at you and making you flinch gasping. "S-Secondo?." His hard features grew a little softer. "Caro." He muttered with a sigh looking left then right noticing an empty meeting room. "Come."  He took your hand and walked you into the room closing the door and locking it before letting go of your hand you went to the other side of the table, he's yelled before but something about that just- it hit you in the heart.  He walked over to you, you took a step back. "Caro, please."

'Please'  You arched your brow at him. "Secondo you are acting weird." You backed up more until your back rested against the wall and the Emeritus in front of you his hands on either side of you trapping you there, your hands on his chest fingers rolling against the velvet thumbs following the edges of the embroidered grucifix. Secondo whispered your name his mismatched eyes staring down at you you could tell... he was struggling.. for the first time, you saw this powerful dangerous man struggle. Your hand rested on his cheek you tried to be careful of his unholy paint but his face leaned into your touch. "Cara mia.."  

Leaning in his lips pressed against yours this kiss was unlike the others it was slow, soft, and meaningful you found yourself kissing back arms sliding around his neck as you lost yourself in him and his kiss. He broke the kiss only to press back into another. "S-Secondo." You muffled against his lips. "Cara..". 

Back in his room, Copia looked down at his watch frowning noting how long you've been gone he got up and paced back and forth for a few minutes before sitting down again only to shoot back up when he saw the door open and you step into the room. "Sorella you are back!." The Cardinal smiled heading over to you and taking both your hands in his.  "Is everything okay? are you okay? you didn't get hurt?."  Copia asked looking you over making you giggle. "Yes, Yes I'm okay Copia honestly and everything is okay it just needed to be talked out." You watched as he let out a relieved sigh. "Good I am glad to hear, oh! And dinner was dropped off I made us plates so we could watch a movie and eat, yeah?."  His eyes were hopeful that you would agree which you did making the man's eyes light up with joy as he went to get the two piled plates settling them onto the living room table beside each a coaster and a drink. 

You both settled in eating your dinner while watching Jurassic Park Copia laying his head on your shoulder your hand moving to gently scratch at his cheek and sideburns, not long after that you both were on the verge of sleep when the sound of the T-rex roaring made you both jump awake, turning to each other eyes wide before falling into a fit of uncontrolled laughter ensued, laughing until both your sides hurt.  "What are we even laughing at anymore?." Copia asked through his giggles  "I don't even know." You answered through your own. "We should sleep."  "Sì sì we should." It took a moment for you both to even get up from the couch both bodies cracking with a stretch while strolling through the Cardinal's place you came to a realization. "They didn't bring my bed." As you pondered on what you could do to remedy this situation Copia saw it as a chance to make a move he just prayed to Lucifer that he didn't fuck up.  "Uh.. y-you know cara." He started tapping the tips of his gloved fingers together. "We-We could share- my bed, eh? like the last sleepover." Sleepover, more like when you allowed him to fuck you a night that had been playing over and over in his head it made the poor man feel downright dirty he'd be trying to do his duties but daydreams of having you laid out on his desk being filled by his cock and seed plagued his mind which nine times out of ten had him sneaking off to the bathroom or the empty confession booths.

You thought over the offer there was the couch- but you didn't want to be sore or tired on your first day of being Sister Gemma's helper. "Okay, that sounds like a great idea." You paused a smirk coming to your lips. "Cardi." came giggling from your lips. "Perfetto!, I will go get- hey." He huffed your giggle growing into a laugh. "Sorry, sorry I'll stop, I'll stop honest cross my heart." You made a cross on your chest which made the Cardinal chuckle himself. "Alright alright, I will go get some extra pillows you get comfortable."  "Sounds good."  As Copia went to get the pillows you decided to quickly change into your sleepwear. 

Else where Secondo sat in his older brother's garden by the main fountain bagged liquor in hand he was trying really hard not to be mad at Primo he had come to his brother and spilled his heart out - sort of he knew how he felt about you and yet when Sister opened her big mouth about this new arrangement he did not object to blind by love and future progeny. Leaning his head back Secondo took several big gulps of the burning liquid cursing when the bottle ran dry the bagged glass being tossed away as he fell backward onto the soft grass.  "I miss her." He admitted to the emptiness around him Secondo missed your presence in his office your smiles, laughter, and giggles he missed how you looked at him when the two of you laid together, these were such foreign feelings to him with other siblings these feelings never occurred. Secondo closed his mismatched eyes thinking about earlier that day when he had you in the meeting room the closeness the kisses the feel of your body against his, eyes opening a hand rested on his belly pressing down just enough to see the tent forming in his pants just from those thoughts alone.  

Your name slipped past his lips. "Sinful seductress.. what are you doing to me..." With his hand falling to the side Secondo sighed, no way was he going to rub one out in his brother's garden he'd lay in misery and woe. Unaware to Secondo he had a spectator, Primo who stood on his balcony with a melancholy look on his face.  "Mio Fratello.." He sighed shaking his head. "Amore mio, what is the matter?." Gemma asked walking out onto the balcony to join her husband and greeting him with a sweet kiss. "Mia cara it is my little fratello, I worry for him a sister of sin has captured his heart but things have become complicated and messy." Primo turned to his Prime Mover his arms hugging her against himself lips pecking hers making the Sister giggle. "Amore which sister is it?."  Primo gave her a look.  "Cara you know I can't give that information out, I have already told you too much as it is." "Amoreeee-."  She whined Primo only arching a brow as he matched her whine. "Caarrraaaaa, no."  Gemma frowned up at him. "You know I can keep a secret Primo."  "Yes, darling I know you can but this-." His attention turned back to his brother or rather where his brother had been the male having gotten up and left.   "Amore?."  Primo turned back to his Prime Mover sighing, he couldn't keep anything from this woman, taking a seat with her in his lap. "It's your new helper."  "Oh! you mean-."  "Yes, she was his assistant remember? something blossomed between them." "Oh you- I, we should have said something."  "I know amore, I should have but my mind was preoccupied with something truly unholy and precious." Primo's hands moved to rest on his wife's soft round abdomen giving it a squish and making her giggle he loved how soft she was call it an Emeritus weakness for thick thighs and soft bellies, he knew this belly wouldn't remain soft it would grow firm as their child grew within her. "I do feel that Sister Imperator is up to something concerning the sibling and Cardinal usually nine times out of ten I am correct."

"We will keep our eyes on them amore." Gemma smiled turning to press several kisses to Primo's lips. "Now come to bed, Papa." There was a sly look on her face as she wiggled her hips making the man's cheeks gain a hue of red as she got up himself being semi-quick to follow closing the balcony doors.

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Sins & Amends Chapter 60

Billy Russo x Female Reader (60 part story)

This follows pre- the punisher into the storyline of daredevil, punisher season 1 and beyond

This is NOT Canon Billy. This is decent human being Billy left with bad options over worse decisions

This was also posted to A03 under: WaywardGaPeach. That account and this one is the only place you'll see me post this. If you see it on any other platform/account know it's not me.

Chapter Summary/Warnings: So maybe one more wedding? And one or two? more BIG surprises

Frank ended up proposing to Karen the weekend after you and Billy got married. 

You had just put Adi down so you grabbed the monitor and headed outside where Billy and Frank were building a fire. When you stepped outside Karen held out a glass of wine that you took with a smile. "So how's it feel to be married?" She asked while the two of you watched them successfully get a fire going. They waved you two over so you smiled and replied "Not much different. Now I just finally share a last name with him and Adi"

Billy sat down in one of the lounge chairs that was around the fire pit but bent his legs at the knee so you took the invitation to climb between them and curl up against his chest while you sipped your wine.

He smiled down at you "Adi asleep?" You nodded "She fought it but finally gave up when I promised her daddy and uncle Frank will take her on a hike tomorrow" he laughed then said "Hear that Frankie? We're on hike duty tomorrow"  

Frank shrugged "Fine by me" Karen was curled up against Frank the same way you were curled up against Billy. It was peaceful, the four of you just watching the fire and talking. After about an hour Frank touched Karen's shoulder "I gotta grab something sweetheart" she leaned up to let him off the chair and you watched him curiously then a thought occurred to you.

You glanced back at Billy then cut your eyes at Karen trying to ask if what you thought was about to happen was actually about to happen. He nodded slightly so you smiled and laid your head back against his chest as you dug your phone out your pocket to be able to snap a few photos.

Karen was chatting away about her most recent article when Frank came walking back out. He sat down on the edge of the fire pit, away from the flame so Karen leaned up to be closer to him. "Frank, is something wrong?" He shook his head then glanced at you and Billy before looking back at Karen. "Karen we've been together a while now" she nodded and smiled softly "Yeah, why?"

You knew Frank had trouble actually being vocal about his emotions and started to get up so you and Billy could give them some privacy but he shook his head so you sat back down. He took a breath then continued "When I met you, I was messed up. I'm not gonna lie, but you...you helped me. You pulled me out that dark and between you and Y/N… you two kept me going...kept me alive….I never meant to fall in love with you and when I did a part of me felt like I was betraying Maria somehow until Y/N knocked some sense into me...Karen I'm trying to ask if you want to marry me"

You had your phone up when he pulled out the ring box and Billy nearly flipped both of you to grab Frank and Karen before Karen accidently almost knocked them both into the fire she dove into Frank's arms so fast "YES!" 

All of you ended up in a pile on the dirt by the fire pit laughing your asses off. You leaned up from your place halfway under Billy and laughed "Frank! My proposal was while he was bleeding out, your proposal nearly ended in third degree burns" he shrugged "let's call it a tie" you pulled Karen into a hug ignoring the fact that both of you were covered in dirt "I love you Page or well should I say Castle?" She grinned then glanced back at Frank "Either one as long as I'm with Frank I'm happy"

A few months later you were standing in the same venue that you and Billy had gotten married in, watching as Karen had a mental breakdown. "Y/N I'm late" "like late as in you need a pad or tampon or late as in I should get Alice to do a pharmacy run?" "Like the last one?" She admitted in a near whisper. You took a breath and said "Ok. It's fine. This is fine. I'll step out and find Alice. She'll run down the block we'll know before the ceremony"

"What if I am and Frank doesn't want it?" She asked and you froze then walked over to where she was sitting and squatted down in front of her "Kare, look at me" she met your eyes so you wiped the tears off her face "He loves you and he is an amazing father. If you're pregnant he may freak at first but he'll want the baby. Trust me" she smiled and hugged you "I love you Y/N" you patted her back and said "Love you too" before walking out to go find Alice.

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You were walking down the hall when a thought occurred to you. What was the date again? You pulled out your phone and scrolled back through the calender. No. It couldn't be. You had to have counted wrong. You recounted then cursed under your breath. Fuck. How had you gotten so distracted by planning that you missed the fact that you were late too? Billy and Frank had joked time and again about you and Karen synching up and now it appeared the two of you may have synched up on more than periods.

You found Alice and quickly explained what was going on so she left in almost a run to go to the pharmacy. You walked back into the bridesmaid room and sat down next to Karen in silence then after a moment you said "I'm late too" right before Sarah knocked on the door and Adi came running in.

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You stood there staring at both of the little plastic tests. Both of the positive tests. "Fuck" "You can say that again" Karen spoke over your shoulder. You took a deep breath then said "It's fine. I can handle this. Billy will be thrilled. We already have Adi and she's been asking for a little brother or sister anyways"  you looked back to see Karen was a little green and felt bad for being so calm. You pulled her into a hug and said "I'll go talk to Frank. We have a hour and half before the ceremony. Ok?"

She nodded "ok" you kissed her cheek then headed out the bathroom and then out the bridesmaids room.

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You were walking down the hallway and Alice grabbed your arm. She glanced down at your stomach "So am I gonna be an aunt again?" Then looked back towards the bridesmaids room and added "Times two?" You barely nodded "Don't tell anyone! I'm going to talk to Billy and Frank now" she grinned and pulled you into a hug "Congrats mama! And tell Karen too. I'm gonna go chase down Kenz and Adi. They're doing an impromptu photoshoot with Adi's new flower girl dress. Should I bring her to you and Billy?"

You shook your head "We'll tell her later so she doesn't blurt during the ceremony" she laughed "Good point" then walked off. You watched her for a second then went in search of Billy.

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You stood outside the groomsmen room and took a few deep breaths before knocking. Curtis opened the door and smiled when he saw you "Hey Y/N" then his smile dropped slightly "are you ok?" You quickly nodded "Yeah I just need to talk to those two" he pointed towards the door "Do I need to leave?" You shook your head "Only if you want to" he shrugged then sat down.

Billy walked across the floor to meet you. He looked over your pale blue bridemaid dress and smiled "Y/N you look gorgeous" "Thank you but I um need to tell you something" he looked between you and Curtis before saying "Ok baby. Is something wrong?" Frank walked around the corner at that "Y/N are you ok?"

You nodded to Frank and smiled at him then glanced back at Curtis "God you three look so handsome in your suits" "Thanks Y/N but spill it. You look like you may puke" you had always appreciated Frank's bluntness so you chose to borrow it at the moment "Billy, um we're gonna have another baby" a smile split his face as he pulled you into his arms "You're pregnant?"

You nodded and laughed as he spun you around then quickly sat you down apologizing. "Adi is gonna be a big sister! I get to be here!" You smiled at the enthusiasm he already had. "I figured you'd be happy" "Happy? Baby I've never dreamed of being this happy. We need to go tell Adi" you grabbed his hand before he could head to the door "Hold on"

Your eyes were on Frank when you said "Actually Billy you um wanna go find Adi? Curtis can go with you. I need to talk to Frank"  "Ok baby" he replied leaving another kiss on your cheek before walking out with Curtis. 

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Once the two of you were alone you ran a hand across the back of your neck a few times before finally saying "Frank um Karen is pregnant too and she's freaking out you aren't going to want the baby" he stood motionless for a few seconds so you waved a hand in front of his eyes a few times. He slowly blinked "Karen's pregnant?" You nodded. "Are you mad?" "Mad? Hell no. I mean I'm scared not gonna lie but mad because the woman I love is pregnant? Hell no" 

You let out a breath "Good. Come with me and talk to her. She's not dressed yet so no bad luck" he pulled you into a hug then laid a hand on your stomach "So I'm gonna be a dad again and a uncle again close together huh?" You laughed "Looks that way"

Exactly eight months nearly to the day after Frank and Karen's wedding you and Karen were both in the hospital giving birth. Adi was staying with Sarah and David. Billy and Frank were nearly comical with how they were handling both of you being in labor.

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Your rooms were side by side so they popped back and forth. When it came time to push though they both got serious. Billy was behind you in the bed supporting you every step of the way. He was whispering in your ear how much he loved you and Adi, how amazing you were and how much he couldn't wait to meet your son.

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When your baby boy cried the first time you saw tears in Billy's eyes. When the nurse started to hand him to you, you nodded towards Billy "Let his daddy hold him first" you were exhausted anyways. She handed him to Billy with a smile "So daddy you and mommy got him a name?" Billy glanced back at you and god that smile he had "Connor Lucas Russo" she smiled "I'll write it down. Congrats"

Once the nurses and doctor cleared out Billy sat on the side of the bed with Connor in his arms. "He's amazing Y/N. You're amazing. I'm so sorry I wasn't here for this with Adi. This, seeing him come into the world. How hard you worked to give birth to our son. That was unlike anything I've ever experienced"

You leaned up to kiss Connor's forehead then Billy's cheek "I wish you could've been here with Adi too baby but she doesn't hold it against you. She knows you love her just like he will. Just wait until he gets old enough they start teaming up against us. Add in Frank and Karen's little girl and we're all gonna be screwed" he laughed then leaned over to catch your lips in a lingering kiss "have I mentioned in the last few minutes how much I love you?" You grinned "No you haven't. I'm feeling unloved" he shook his head and teased "I'm horrible" 

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A few hours later Karen and Frank came over to your room with their babygirl. They decided to name her Cassandra Elise Castle. She already looked like a cookie cutter copy of Karen.

You watched with a smile as Frank and Billy stood side by side each holding the other's newborn and felt tears sliding down your face. "Come here honey" Karen said, pulling you over on her shoulder since she was sitting on the bed with you. Billy glanced over "You ok sweetheart?" You nodded with a smile "Never been better" you never would've dreamed after everything you'd been through in your life that it would've led to being this happy with the man you love and the family that refused to give up on each other.

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

I was tagged by @ilthit

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 

229

2. What’s your total A03 word count?

736,388, including fics written with coauthors.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I'm not currently super involved in writing for any fandoms unless you count various ttrpg universes, in which case the rp writing I've done that's made it onto AO3 is my and @ilthit's Righteous Blood Ruthless Blades epic.

Other fandoms that I've written more than ten stories for, and were my main fandom at one point or another, include Stand Still Stay Silent, Diana Wynne Jones books (mostly the Chrestomanci series but not exclusively), Vorkosigan Saga, Percy Jackson and related fandoms (mostly Heroes of Olympus characters/era), and Legend of Korra (plus one A:tLA era/characters fic). But there was also a period where exchange fandom was my fandom (I still do the occasional exchange but not as much and usually not the big ones), and also I have been known to write a fic as a reaction to a book or a piece of media and then move on, so the vast majority of fandoms I've written for, I've written a single fic for. Tomorrow? Who knows!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Natural (Howl's Moving Castle, by far my most popular fic by most metrics, and will likely become my top fic by hits any day now as well) [redacted] [redacted] The Family Expert (Vorkosigan Saga) Five Strays Elizabeth Naismith Took in (and One That Got Away) (Vorkosigan Saga)

Vorkosigan fandom is pretty generous with feedback in general.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Almost always. It can be a good way to have a conversation with readers and even make friends (although most of the time, I'm too awkward to respond even to detailed comments with much more than a "thank you", which I realize is counterproductive for these purposes /o\). More importantly, I want to let the commenter know that I appreciated their comment. There is a chance that this will lead to more comments, if not from that particular commenter, then from others?

(I'm not saying that authors have to respond to comments, or that they should if they don't want to, but personally I prioritize leaving comments on fics whose authors consistently respond to comments, because that way I have a good indication that comments are appreciated. I realize that the vast majority of authors like getting comments even when they don't respond to them, but I have actually run into a few who don't really care either way. Not to mention that if you're reading older fics, the account may have been abandoned or something and the author may not even see your comment. When every comment takes time and mental and emotional energy, it just makes sense to prioritize.) (I know, I should make an effort to leave more comments on the stories I read. /o\ It it what it is.) (Also, perhaps I should add that as much as I like getting comments (I really like getting comments), I also appreciate kudos and other forms of feedback etc.)

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ah, hmm. I have written a lot of bad ends and angst, but I think I would have to go with [redacted].

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, hard to answer. Do you mean the fic where the characters are happiest at the end, or one that fixed canon the most, or gives the most triumphant or warmest fuzziest feeling to the reader, or what? I will say A Year and a Day (Mr. Fox, folk song), which fits several of these criteria, and was also very gladly received by its recipient.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Almost never.

9. Do you write smut?

I do, but I have gotten into the habit of not linking to it or discussing it in detail here, because I had young followers. (The ones I knew about have since grown up, but I don't know the life of everyone who follows me. Seems like a reasonable habit to keep up, much respect to people who systematically block underage followers or just warn them away to maintain an adult space, big fan of adult spaces, but it could not be me on here.) Hence the [redacted]s.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Occasionally. Much more often I will have ideas for crossovers which I can't quite wrangle into a coherent fic. (Same as AUs really).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not personally, as far as I know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Several, mostly into Russian, one into Chinese. (And maybe some more on sites other than AO3 that I have forgotten about). I have a blanket permission on my profile, which helps encourage this. Anyone who wants to translate, podfic, remix, write fic of, or make art of my fics, PLEASE DO.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Mostly as previous mentioned with @ilthit

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

My most written ship on AO3, setting aside OC / OC which is several ships in a trenchcoat, is Emil/Lalli from Stand Still Stay Silent. It's as good an answer as any.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Several, alas! Of the ones that I went as far as to start posting on AO3 I will call it a tie between The Hunt of the Unicorn (Chrestomanci) and Get Me to the Church on Time (Heroes of Olympus).

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, characterization in general, prose. Some readers have complimented my worldbuilding, but I don't feel like I'm that good at worldbuilding? Perhaps I make up for in creativity and vividness what I lack in consistency and thinking through everything, idk.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing things, alas. Being able to write fast or consistently, and to stay focused on a project. Also, perhaps relatedly, plot, and planning ahead in general.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I have done it, I like to do it, but I do feel like there should be a reason for it beyond "this character is speaking a different language now." Also, if it's a language I don't speak well, I would be extra hesitant to do it without a consultant who did speak that language well. I have been lucky enough in the past to be able to find consultants. Conlangs are a different and greyer area.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I, uh, hm. Depending on how you define your terms, probably Animorphs? Never finished or posted that story; I don't know if the notebook I wrote it in still exists in my parents' basement or what.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Ah, I cannot narrow it down! But of the fics I've posted on AO3, the ones I've written with @ilthit were probably the most fun to write.

Has everybody been tagged? @grammarpedant, you up for it? (no worries if not).

[thecoramaria]

Hi! 👋 X Reader anon here. I've slept on your advice and wanted to add some follow-up. I think readerships preference for reader insert or other types of fics is really interesting. On tumblr, my particular fandom seems to really be adamant that x reader is the way to go.

But like you said, I write for my enjoyment first. Continuing to challenge myself and improve my skills is what really drives me to keep coming up with new stories. Lately, my interests solely lie with longer multi-chapter fics. It's an agonizing balance to try and keep reader nondescript while simultaneously giving them some character growth.

Not to mention that I spend an inordinate amount of time trying to avoid phrasing internal dialog and actions so they don't sound like narration or instructions. I want to just get to the story!!

My plan after your advice is to still keep my OC nondescript in her physical appearance and post this one exclusively on A03 and let the chips fall where they may.

So, finally, getting to my question. Should I be writing exclusively in third as opposed to first? What are some of the advantages of doing it that way? What tense do you usually write with a third-person perspective? As this is my first leap from second person, I'm open to alternatives. Thanks in advance.

Thanks for the follow up! A lot of what you've said is why I just can't get into reader inserts. I need to have a main character who feels like their own person, so the idea of trying to write the blankest possible slate with no description or internal monologue while also trying to give them character growth is just... I can't do it. The idea of doing that for a longfic makes me shudder, which is why I can see why you'd like to move on to an OC protagonist.

I can't really say which POV would be right for your story since I don't know much about it, but my instinct says that first person will probably be a smoother transition for both you and x Reader fans, provided that your story only has the one POV character. Definitely check out my POV duology if you haven't already though. It'll help you understand the pros and cons of each.

At the same time though, AO3 readers are known to abhor first person, though this may vary depending on your fandom or niche. I'm not saying this should be a factor in your decision, but to just be prepared for that bias.

As for which tense you should right in, it doesn't really matter too much. Past tense is what people are used to, but present tense is definitely more modern and has more immediacy to it. One thing to consider though is if your narration is a retelling or unfolding events. A retelling is when the narrator is telling a story that has already happened, whereas unfolding events tells it as it happens. The former has to be in past tense, while the latter can be in past or present. Here's an article that explains it better.

Hope this helps and happy fic-writing~!

[the-final-sif]

A03 and the SMP Problem

Hello Tumblr!

If you've been a fan of any major SMP for the past however long, you may've noticed that we've got something of a problem on A03. For reasons unknown to me, SMPs are constantly categorized as Video Blogging RPF. Characters on the SMP are forced to share a tag with their content creators and be listed as RPF even when that isn't accurate and makes tagging complicated. Worse, if a content creator plays more than one character, both characters are merged into the cc tag. Which is incredibly confusing, and hard to follow tags for.

In the past, I've contacted A03, and gotten this reply:

Thank you for writing in about Dream SMP. We are currently reviewing the Dream SMP situation and having discussions about creating a Dream SMP fandom tag. The tag wranglers will look into other servers of similar types in the future. If an SMP is canonized, all fandom tags that clearly reference the server will be moved over to the new canonical tag. There are a number of issues we need to work through before we can do so, including ensuring that users are aware the tag is for Dream SMP members, not for other Minecraft streamers. While we can't promise that all the issues can be resolved, please do know that we are doing our best to resolve them.

Now, I was hopeful when I got this message back in November that changes would follow. However, we are now at well over 5 months past, and there's still no changes for any tags. Tags keep getting wrangled and forced into categorizations.

A03 is a fandom space, it is supposed to be by fans for fans, and it's ridiculous that a huge chunk of fandoms, including Dream SMP, Hermitcraft, Last Life, Empires, and more are forced into RPF tags that aren't remotely accurate or reflective of the works. It sucks for the people writing about the SMP, and it sucks for the people writing actual RPF. Series like Critical Role or The Adventure Zone don't have their actors listed, so why should SMPs be forced into the RPF tags?

Thusly, I would like to propose a coordinated campaign to put pressure onto A03 to create proper fandom tags for SMPs, separate from RPF tags, and with separated tags for characters and content creators. I think that a show of support for this change would help demonstrate how many people are currently being effect, and that this isn't something that can just get brushed off. They need to see how many fans are actively upset about this failure of tagging. At the very least, we deserve a public statement with what's going on and the timeline for fixing this problem.

If you're interested in participating in this campaign, my proposed dates are May 1st - May 7th.

During this period, people can, and should:

Send polite, constructive, messages to A03 support requesting:

Separate tags for SMPs and RPF, for fandom and for characters.

Separate tags for characters on SMPs, with character tags only using usernames/character names, not the names of content creators.

Separate tags for distinct characters played by the same content creators.

Reblog and create posts discussing this issue on social media. Encourage your followers on different platforms to reach out to A03 and ask them to fix the mistagging. You can use the tag #SMPsNeedTagsToo on any platform to help spread the word.

Within this tag, it would also be lovely if lists of SMPs that need this change could be created, as well as a list of characters + other tags that will need to be split from the RPF tags. These lists could also be sent to A03 to make the process of splitting easier.

If you are already planning to post a chapter or fic on A03 during this period, consider including an author's note encouraging your readers to reach out to A03.

Remember to remain polite! This is not a harassment campaign, A03 is an amazing website, and the point of this is to call attention to the issue and improve the website we love. Not drag it down.

Equally, please do not be nasty or judgemental towards RPF readers/writers. We're not trying to shame anyone for what they're reading or writing, we just want to have proper categorization so people can post their works correctly!

If this is something that interests you, reblog this post to spread the word, and when May 1st rolls around, get started! If you have questions, feedback, or suggestions, feel free to add on to this post or send me an ask!

[itwasthereaminuteago]

¦¦ The Deep Cut ¦¦

Rating: M

Pairing: Matt Murdock / gn Reader

Tags/Warnings: Blood, tears, ANGST, breakup, heartbreak, omg why did i write this, established relationship, 

Authors notes: my good dudes, I have no idea where this came from, I’m perfectly happy with no sad feels at all, this just came pouring out! Please reblog if you enjoyed it, and please comment if you would like a Part Two and if it should be filled with more ANGST or make it a fluffy resolution.

A03 Link

Part II - Lover, You Should Have Come Over

A crash followed by what sounded like someone half falling down the stairs was what jolted you from sleep.

"Matt?"

You leapt out of bed, following the groaning and scrabbling noises of the devil knocking almost everything off the kitchen counter trying to stay standing. You put the lights on and saw the drips of red on the floor behind him.

"Jesus," You lurched forward to support him, scanning his suit for tears as you guided him to sit down on the chair. You helped him lift off the mask, wet with blood that you hoped wasn't his own. You pushed his damp hair out of his eyes that were flickering back and forth. Holding the sides of his face gently in your hands, you checked him over. He had a slash on his brow and the skin around his eye below was pink and starting to puff up.

"I'm ok..." He wheezed, crumpling in the chair.

"Like fuck you are."

"Sh- should see the other guys..." He coughed, some blood leaking from his mouth, but from the burst lip or something internal you couldn't tell.

"I'll call Claire." You said, looking over at the oven clock. It was 3am.

He feebly put up his hand to grab your wrist as you stood to retrieve your phone. "No." He gulped for a breath. "It's nothing you can't handle, just... cuts and scrapes. I'm fine."

You were relieved in a way. He was relying far too much recently on Claire always being able to come running whenever, she had her own shit to deal with and you felt he was using her.

You gingerly unzipped his suit, carefully peeling it down until his was in just his shorts, revealing an assortment of imaginatively coloured bruises on his ribs. There was a deep looking gash on his left side that definitely took priority. You grabbed the well-stocked first aid kit and began cleaning away the mess of blood so you could see what you were doing. He took a sharp intake of breath as you disinfected the area and set about putting in a few stitches before applying a bandage. As you pulled it together it felt like a deeper cut was opening up inside you.

He leaned back in the chair, his breathing gradually slowing to a normal rate as you worked.

"Sweetheart, I don't know what I'd do without you."

You opened your mouth to say something. Nothing came.

He slept through until the afternoon. But you couldn't sleep, busying yourself tidying up the wreckage of stuff on the floor, wiping up blood, cleaning his suit with gritted teeth and your heart feeling like a lead weight in your chest. He couldn't hear it's heavy beat, he was out like a light. Somehow the thought of that made you hurt.

You rested on the couch with the bedroom door open so you could see and hear him. Hours passed as you just watched him sleep, the rise and fall of his chest, taking in every detail of his relaxed face.

When you saw he was waking up you took him a glass of water and a couple more painkillers.

"How are you feeling?" You asked as you checked his dressings.

He winced as he pushed himself to sit up in the bed, taking the glass from you. "Well, I'll survive. It's been worse, thank you for patching me up."

You scoffed. "Yeah, I know it's been worse, and it'll be worse again. When will you stop?"

He found himself surprised at your sudden change of tone, but it wasn't entirely unexpected.

"I'll stop when people like Wilson Fisk face the justice they deserve. You know that."

"But there are others out there, doing what you do! You act like the responsibility of the whole world is on your shoulders and that you have to do it all on your own but it's not and you don't. You're being reckless and it's going to get you killed."

He sighed. "I love this city, it needs me, and I have to protect it. And by doing that I can protect you..."

"But when does it end Matt, huh? When- when one night I'm waiting for you to stumble in and you just... don't? I can't take this anymore, it's like you're setting yourself up to be a martyr."

He huffed, incredulous.

"You can't even see it yourself Matty, everyone's yelling it in your face and you're just... you're not listening."

"You don't feel safe with me? Is that what you're saying? Do you want to leave? Is that it?"

You laughed bitterly, hating yourself for it, but you couldn't believe he didn't understand. If you were honest you didn't know if putting distance between you would be a wake up call or just serve to drive him further into darkness, but you couldn't take it anymore. He acted like this was just a graze he could slap a bandaid on and keep going when it was a gaping chasm of a wound, and it wasn't new, haemorrhaging old black blood. No matter how much you tried to hold it together it was much too deep, you just didn't have the strength any more. The stitches were ripping apart, blood flowing over your fingers and if you let it be it would start to fester with anger and resentment. You loved him too much for it to get that bad.

"Leave? Like it's a choice? I didn't choose to fall in love with you Matt, but here we are, I'm not choosing to go, you're making me go."

"You don't understand..." His voice was soft and quiet. After last night he just didn't have the strength to fight for you. This was the hardest thing you had ever done, but if you weren't kicking him when he was already down it would have been so much harder.

"I've been trying to! But I can't make it make sense. You're determined to save this city by destroying yourself."

He was shaking his head, his eyes shining with unshed tears. A force was pulling you to him, you wanted so badly to give over to it, to hold him in your arms and tell him to forget everything you just said. But you couldn't, you had to be cold. It was the only way.

"I love you." His voice cracked then, tears fell. "I need you, please..."

"I need you Matt, but I don't need... this." Your eyes stung and the lump in your throat wouldn't go when you swallowed, but you couldn't allow yourself to break. The deep cut was yawning wide open now, raw with fresh new pain pouring out of it.

"I called Foggy while you were sleeping. He knows. He's on his way." You shrugged on your coat. "Maybe when you've figured it out, let me know, but until then... please don't follow me, don't listen for me." You left your copy of his key on the bedside table.

"Sweetheart..." His heart was breaking. You didn't need heightened senses to be able to hear it falling to pieces around you.

"I'd say be careful but... I'm not sure there's any point."

As you turned towards the door Matt scrambled to get up, to come after you but the pain proved to be too much and he collapsed back on the bed. You screwed your eyes shut. Oh god. You could kiss it all away.

No.

"I can't- I can't do this without you!" You could hear his sobs but you wouldn't look at him.

The words were almost caught in your throat as you opened the door, uttered so quietly only he could ever hear them,

"You already are, Matt."