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pomegranate-pen · 1 year

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If requests are open, could i ask for a part 2 fro that one Rocky x reader you did? I just read it and I am AOUYWVDOUWGD I love it.

It ended with him essentially taking himself out of y/n's life right? just disappearing and ghosting them? What if, and hear me out: reader did a little snooping and finds a way into the speakeasy- maybe they know Wick or someone else who agrees to help them out, and they just. go. OFF on Rocky(affectionately. Like they're angry but they're more hurt than anything and they don't care what he does, they just want him to come back because they love him and they miss him and they just hate worrying whether or not he's alive and okay because they don't see him anymore.)

Hope that's enough to get something going, and if requests aren't open, you can totally ignore this! I just love some good hurt/comfort with a dash of good communication. Have a wonderful day/night and thank you so much!

A/N: oh my god?!! so many people wanted a part two to this!! I'm so glad you guys loved it that much!!!!! GAHHHH THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR KIND WORDS!!! one warning though!!! I have written this way before a few asks, so I might not have exceeded everyone's requests here, and I unfortunately do not have the time to completely rewrite this- since finals month have just begun-

Part two of the rocky rickaby angst!

warnings: these are obvious, mentions of alcohol and whatnot. this is pure fluff btw

It has been two months. two, dreadful, heartwrenching, and painful months.

‘Have you gone mad?’ is the question that always echoes in your mind. Especially when no one seems to even speak of the name Rocky Rickaby around you.

The café feels empty without him around. Ivy and Freckle keep acting like nothing is wrong, but their acting is so horrible under your intense gaze, it was like a group of people who accidentally found themselves in improv class instead of their intended one.

And f you have to hear Ivy say ‘Rocky? Who's that?” and Freckle shaking his head saying his cousin is in the circus, you will scream.

It was like Rocky truly has died. That night he peacefully passed away and now it is what you feared would happen. There are no more poems, no more chaos, no more silliness of the cat you have grown to love. It’s just quiet, so dreadfully quiet you feel like you’re stuck in a café themed asylum. You miss him and his horrible syrup-filled teas. The ones whose bitterness is completely overtaken by the sugary sweetness so powerful it leaves you craving water.

And as you lay on your bed, with the same drops of rain clanking through your window just like the certain night, you feel yourself getting mad. You’re enraged by his actions. Since when does he decide what you will do with your life? Since when did he want to be the good guy? Who said this is the decision best for you?

With gritted teeth and a lack of sleep, you frantically twist and turn and start running the gears in your brain. You kept thinking, stuck with ideas of what to do to get his attention. Though your half-sleepy mind was making up a very half-assed plan, you were so desperate at this point, you couldn’t handle not seeing him anymore. You couldn’t handle worrying for him through the sidelines no longer. You will get to see him tomorrow, whether he likes it or not.

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“I’m not allowed to speak a word.”

Frustrating. That is the word you’d use for this situation. Horribly frustrating. Who knew that Freckle Mcmurray could be this stubborn? Perhaps since it was a request from the one closest to him, he follows through with his loyalty till the bitter end.

You’d admire this quality of his if it wasn’t a huge block to you.

“oh come on Freckle, I’m just curious!” Freckle tried to do minimal tasks around the café to throw you off. For a moment he was cleaning the already spotless tables, in another, he was sweeping the dustless floors. “ don’t you think you owe me one after I helped you guys that night?”

Suddenly, he stops sweeping and looks at the ground with silent guilt. his hand having a strong grip on the broom. “ If I paid more attention Rocky wouldn’t have gotten shot in the first place.” His ears lowered a bit and his brow furrowed. His tail slightly shifted from place to place behind him as he started sweeping again.

Oh. it seems like the situation is a bit more complicated than you thought. “Freckle…” you put a hand on his shoulder, making him stop and look at you after avoiding your gaze for a long time. “ it wasn’t your fault— I’m sure Rocky was being…well…” you huffed. “Rocky. You know? No one expected you to know he’ll get shot.”

His ears lowered even more and he looks away. Shit. You made it worse. Now a bit of guilt seeped into you. “ that’s not what happened.” He mumbled, palms holding the broom at different angles and not even cleaning anymore. “ I was the one who was about to get shot. He blocked for me.”

“oh…”

He sighs and leans the broom on the table next to you. he sits down with a look of stress mixed within his guilty eyes now. “if-if it wasn’t for my clumsiness we wouldn’t have been forced to come to you for help!” his hands were now grabbing his head in distress as his tail wagged frivolously more than before.

“Woah woah— calm down, Freckle.” You place your hands on his shoulders, leaning down to meet his level and stopping him from almost ripping his eyebrows off. “ don’t freak yourself out so much. No one is to blame for this situation.”

His eyes squint at you and you cough. “ook— maybe there is— but it’s way too complicated to be just one person’s fault, don’t you think?”

He’s silent for a bit, but his breathing calms down and his eyebrows aren’t as furrowed as before. “I-I guess you’re right.” He sighs. He then went into silence- one where judging from his face, was one of constant conflict. That is until he finally sighs and grumbles out a ‘fine’ as he digs through his pockets and brings out a pretty pin, with a shape of a club on it. He brings you closer as he whispers in your ear.

“did you get all that?” he finally leans back and you get up. you nod your head, the information running in your head on repeat. “good.” He gives out a breath of relief, yet his shoulders tense up again in worry. “d-don’t do anything brash! I promised Rocky you’d stay out of trouble.”

Yet here he is helping you jump into one. You couldn’t help but give a giddy grin. After giving him a playful punch on the shoulder and profusely thanking him, you walk out of the café with a worried Freckle looking back.

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Dim, red lights bore the entire cave, pillars clean as a whistle overtaking some of the view and tables as far as the eye could see, yet, emptier than the café is, which is saying a lot considering how quiet that place could get.

Honestly, you didn’t expect to find this place so easily with no trouble. You expected to go over some guards or whatnot for inspection before being let in- but then again—you never were one to associate yourself with danger, you’re quite the newcomer to such things.

You only hoped that your attire was the right one for such a situation, and that you don’t leave this place getting chased by some hitman of sorts. Of which, you don’t think they have, unless you count the trio and the very scary-looking bartender. You swear you saw him glaring at you at some point. Still, you sat down a few seats away from his station and ordered a drink to not seem fishy.

you look around, no sign of Rocky, which now that you think of it, there is a huge chance Freckle told on you and Rocky stayed away. Dammnit! You should’ve expected this— as you try to drink your sorrows away, one sip of the illicit beverage has had the ends of your hair stand in horror. bitter, tasteless, and pure garbage. Oh god— is this what Rocky has been risking his life for?!

“Well well well, do my eyes deceive me, or do we really have a new customer here?” before you could mull over your new discovery, a sly, lazy voice grabs your attention. You turn around and the very first thing you sense is the high smell of his smoke. It invaded your lungs for a moment- and you couldn’t help but scrunch your nose a bit and cough.

“oh, sorry. Forgot not many people can't handle the smell.” He takes out the cigarette from his mouth and sits right next to you, burning down the roll on the counter. He leans on the counter, his shoulders holding his weight. “you new here?”

“whose asking?”

He laughs. “ the leader of the jazz band up there if you’re that scared.”

“the band?” you perked up. “ wait- uh- “You look back at the stage a few feet away from you, yet you see no violin. Perhaps he took it with him like he always does? “…do you perhaps have a violinist playing for you there?”

Zib now perks up a bit as well, giving you a confused glare as he answered. “yeah…but he’s got some new business he does here too.” He takes your glass and drinks it before you could rebuttal. And to your surprise, he doesn’t gag when he drinks it.

“I could’ve had a cold, you know.”

“I didn’t see you sniffling nor sneezin’.”

“what if I had meningitis or mumps that you’ll get now?”

He shrugged. “I’ve been through worse.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes. Best to just ignore his actions for now. “ so…this violinist-is he uh-“Oh god you probably sound suspicious now. You’re seriously way too out of your comfort zone here. “ is he perhaps the same guy who's a waiter up in the café?”

Silence takes over the space, and you're left with an awkward piano playing in the background as the stranger stares you up and down. You freeze for a moment, hoping to whatever celestial being that truly rules this world to let you live another day. Yet, the messy-looking man suddenly starts snickering, then full-blown cackling and at some point- coughing due to his weak lungs- yet still bravely laughing through it. safe to say you're embarrassed as you can ever be.

“you- hahah- you’re the-cough-lil’ cute nurse he keeps talking about?!”

“he— he thinks I’m cute?”

“No wonder you talked about mumps- err- whatever that is.” His laugh dies down and he looks at you with a look of horror and small amusement. “and you actually like him back? He wasn’t lying?”

“he talks about me?”

“it’s Rocky. Of course he’s talking about you, every day to be precise.” He fiddles with his pocket and takes out another cigarette. You squint at him before he mumbles out a ‘relax, it’s a weaker one’ before lighting it up. “though…he’s been awfully quiet these few days.” He glances back at you. “I’m guessing that involves you coming here?”

You look away from him. “I guess you could say that.” You tap the counter, now remembering Rocky’s face that night- tired and bruised up, a face that makes your heart ache. “ will he be coming back? or is he avoiding me again?”

“I’ll be honest with you newbie,” he lets out a puff of smoke. “he’s in the backstage avoiding you. his cousin warned him.”

“I knew it!” you grumbled as he continued.

“ now usually, I’d advise you to stay away from the kid. But…” he shrugs. “I’ll admit that with your presence in his life, he suddenly got a bit more excited than usual- normally this would be a bad thing- but it does boost his performances on stage.” He then started to mumble a bit. “…although on bootlegging he’ll always be a lost cause…he still tries his best.”

“ but how do I get to him? won’t he run off?”

And with that, the cat gives a sly smirk. Okay…not the most trustworthy look, you thought. He beckons with his hand for you to come closer, and just like with Freckle, he whispers to you a strategy you didn’t expect.

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A backstage, though more so a greenroom than anything else- since it doesn’t even lead to the stage- the band likes to call it a backstage since they hang out here when there’s nothing to do in the front. However, over the years, it has also become a place for extra storage, for things such as empty barrels and whatnot. And now, it is a hideout for Rocky, who surprisingly, isn’t hiding from an assassin or another angry farmer out to get him- rather a worried nurse whom he likes too much.

“…you sure you don’t want to talk to them?” his cousin, Calvin Mcmurray- though he likes to call Freckle, a habit that has been spread to everyone much to his cousin’s dismay- is staying with him for the time being. Since he doesn’t have much to do anyway, not unless Rocky comes up with a new unneeded task. “they've probably gone through a lot of trouble to get here.”

Rocky, to Freckle’s surprise, is silent. Shifting around and thinking of a solution. “I made the right choice,” he spoke to himself. Now staring at his shoulder which was once shot at. “ they couldn’t have handled this anyway.”

“…are you okay?” Calvin was confused and no matter what he asks, for weeks Rocky hasn’t told him what happened that fateful night. “ you know if you don’t see them they'll just force you to, right?” he reasoned. “ they're not one to easily give up.”

“there you go questioning my logic again,” Rocky sighs and holds his finger up in a scolding manner. “ what did I say? The plan is simple.” He smiles, then gives a sheepish expression. “ avoid Y/n at all costs until they finally gives up, gets so mad at me that they avoid me themselves all together! Then boom! They're safe and sound and I can easily take risks again.”

“…but…they don't easily give up-“

“nonsense Freckle!” Rocky huffs. “what’s the worse they could do? join the lackadaisy?“

A loud bang erupts in the room as a familiar face barges in.

Your eyes light up when you see him again. After two long months, you can finally see the silly cat whose been on your mind for so long. after two months of constantly wondering if his wounds have opened up or not- and praying that he hasn’t gone to the Dr.Quackenbush guy he spoke about- you finally see him. yet, your expression is frustrated.

“Rickaby,”

Zib whistled. “ last name used, means big trouble buddy.”

You decided to ignore that comment and walk closer to him. Rocky being seated gave you a more domineering look in his perspective, and your determined energy was radiating through the roof. “you can’t avoid me any longer.” You grumble. “especially since it’s not even for your sake- you’re choosing for me. which by the way- is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever done.” Probably not the most, but you were too mad to think properly. “ if you keep avoiding me like this, then I’ll have no choice but to just get a job here.” you then shrugged. “ from what I’ve seen, they could use a nurse here anyway- or rather anyone who even knows a thing about aid kits.”

“told you they wouldn’t give up,” Freckle squeaked, though he was hiding behind his hat with lowered ears and a scrunched-up face.

Rocky clears his throat as he gets up, grabbing your shoulders and turning you around the other way. “Y/n…an unexepcted pleasure to see you again!” he laughs nervously while looking at the others. “How about we take this conversation somewhere else?”

You cross your arms and pout. “if you don’t run away then sure.”

“don’t worry, we’ll keep guard." Zib spoke as he pats Freckle’s shoulder. You made a note to yourself to thank him later.

“..shall we?” Rocky’s tone has become a bit nervous and sheepish.

With a nod to your head, you speak. “ lead the way.”

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“alright— now I know there might be some issues when change happens-“

The place he chose, was just a top attic that lead to the surface, where a beaten-up car sat. and to your shock, some dried-up spills of blood on the floor. Rocky sat down on a crate box and motioned you to sit on the other next to him.

“Change? What, am I a kid now?” you sat down. “ what you did was absolutely mindbogglingly-“

“-I did it for your own good.” He cuts you off. “ think of it this way— “ he sits up straight. “your life is normal, it’s peaceful and has a good future ahead of it. though yes someone could argue mundane is boring, you seem to like the mundane from what I've seen- mine though? It isn't like that in the slightest. I work in a ….” He hisses a bit in concentration. “…very dubiously legal place doing odd jobs. You won’t like it.”

“Who said you could make these decisions for me?” you huffed, deciding to now spill your guts before he runs away again. You held his hands, making sure he was looking at you as you spoke, as stressful as it is to have someone stare at you. “ you’re right about one thing. All my life has been normal.” You give his hands an affectionate squeeze. “ but that doesn’t mean I was happy in it. I was sick of normal, of mundane day-in and day-out lifestyle. And then- then I met you.” god, you could feel your cheeks burning up. “you’re fun. Sure you can get too crazy but I like that about you. it’s so easy to talk to you and I just- I just love spending time with you because-..” Your heart was going to beat out of your chest.”… you’re my favorite person.” You huffed out. “I like your presence in my life- you make it worth living. I like how you have this weird obsession with pancakes- I love all the expressions you make while you're debating about something- I like you, idiot.”

Silence took over the room , and you couldn’t help but move your gaze away from embarrassment. Shit— you shouldn’t have said the last part- that was too much- will he ignore you forever now?—

“…so you..wouldn’t mind the injuries?”

You look up at him and shrugged. “ I mean…I’ll certainly get worried, there’s no stopping that. But if you promise to be a little more alert, then I promise I won’t freak out as much. “ you gave him a playful smile.”Just remember to visit me if you get hurt. Not the guy who uses a lot of chloral hydrate.”

“consider it done darling.”

“darling? Really?”

“would you like me to call you ‘Doc’ instead? Or perhaps something more romantic? Sweetheart? Honeydough? Love?—“

“okay Stop-“

“ Why I can go all day!— Sunshine, Honeybun, Lovebug, Hot Stuff—“

“alright alright I get it!” you couldn’t help but give out a giddy laugh. “darling is fine.”

“Anything for you, darling."Rocky gets up and gives a small bow, which the response from you was a small chuckle. “ say,” he gets up. “ how did you meet Zib?”

“Who?”

“the guy you came in with.”

“oh— his name is Zib? Huh, weird name.”

“It’s his nickname, though I’m not sure what his birth name is.”

“was yours always Rocky?”

He grumbles. “you don’t want to know what my actual name was.”

You grinned and tilted your head in curiosity. “oh, don’t be like that! I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“it is.”

“I’ll be the judge of that. Now spill.”

He stays quiet for a moment, then fiddles with his tie as he answers. “it’s Roark.”

You desperately tried to hide your snort, yet a small bit was let out. Rocky shook his head dramatically. “ridiculous, isn’t it? only my aunt calls me by that name.” he then gives a worried smile. “though usually her tone is always scolding too. So that checks out.”

“no-no- “ you stopped your laugh. “I think it’s a very nice name. but I do like Rocky more.”

“Perhaps you should give me a nickname, darling?”

A small smile tugs at your lips. “perhaps I should.”

You stand up as well. Lean to his level and give a small kiss on his forehead.

“I’ll see you later, my favorite bard.”

“That’s the best you could come up with?” yet, when he says that, his grin is bigger than ever, as much giddy as yours is.

“Is this a way to treat your number one fan?" you rolled your eyes. " And anyway, I’m a nurse, not a poet.”

He gives a soft smile, and for once, you realize how much his smile was always full of energy and chaos, yet this one was different. This one felt calm. He gives a peck on your forehead, and you were certain your heartbeat was loud.

“I’m honored to be your favorite bard.”

you give a soft smile back, and for a moment, there was a sincere quiet glance between you two. that is before Rocky broke it. "by the way..." he gives his common grin. "...did you just confess your love to me?

#x reader #reader insert #fanfiction #lackadaisy #lackadaisy x reader #rocky rickaby #rocky rickaby x reader #lackadaisy rocky x reader

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Hey, Molly! Hope you are having a good last week of 2022. If you have the interest, when you have time, can we see Vampthony taking care of Kate on her period? Seeing Kate take care of Anthony is All That I Am (AMAZING chapter, bravo!) Made me think of the post in which you talked about how Anthony is when his mate is hurting. I don't know if this would be better as a Spicy Sunday request since it may or may not meet the sexy criteria (but, hey, orgasms do help many with periods cramps 🤷🏾‍♀️) but I just wanted to put this out there. Cheers!

I am so far, I completed my lego brick portrait 3456 blocks, took me 6 hours all up so... you know, I'm getting it done.

Okay! I don't think it's exactly spicy, though if she wants that: he's definitely down, but mostly he just looks after his mate.

It wasn't something Kate had had much cause to think about, honestly, what dating someone whose main source of nutrition was blood while she was on her period would be like. But here she was.

The first time it had happened, she'd completely forgotten it was coming. She'd lost track of time, every day with Anthony bleeding into the next and before she'd known it she'd woken up with cramps low in her stomach. She'd groaned, rolling over, reaching for her phone on the bedside table.

She'd waited for the phone to connect, Anthony's voice rumbling right through her

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Kate said quickly, though something gnawed at her stomach, "At least I don't- I don't think it's- It's natural, at least um- You might want to stay away for the next... six days."

"Six... days? Why?" Anthony sounded worried, the background noise disappearing, "I was on my way back has something happened?"

Kate could feel the awkwardness rising in her chest as she forced the words out, "Human girls have their period, Anthony!" She hissed, "Mine just started."

Anthony fell silent for several seconds before he spoke again, "Do you real all right?"

Kate winced, "Honestly, not really? I feel kind of nauseated and I'm a bit sore."

Anthony made an odd noise, in the back of his throat, his voice rougher than she'd heard it, "I'll be right there."

He'd arrived in fifteen seconds flat, the front door opening and closing again, "Kate?!"

"I'm in here." He'd sprinted through the house, his hair tousled from the wind, not a bit out of breath though he'd run the whole way there, rushed over to her. "You should probably keep your distance I don't know if it's like... difficult to be around me when I'm-"

"It's not," Anthony said quickly, crouching in front of her, his eyes ghosting over her, "It's different. And I told you: All I'm worried about is you. Let me take care if you."

It was a sacred thing for him, she'd come to realise in the months since. Caring for her was sacred to him, as sacred as the bond they shared.

He spent so much time caring for her. he made sure she ate every few hours, and he never let her pay for anything, even when she complained. She'd fallen, once, tripped over an uneven patch of pavement and Anthony's arms had caught her, holding her tightly against his chest, his voice terrified,

"Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine, Anthony." Kate sighed, "I didn't fall."

Every aspect of her life was filled with so much love now with how reverently he cared for her.

And no time more so than now.

Kate's periods had always felt awful. Cramps, backaches and nausea for days until they finally abated, and Anthony, despite her early discomfort, refused to be moved from her side during.

He sat, no more than three inches from her, his eyes burning into hers as she winced.

"I'll get the heat pack."

He dashed off before she could stop him, smiling a little as Anthony let out a frustrated growl at the microwave, scowling impatiently at it. he returned with the heat pack, tucking it gently around her, pulling the blanket up around her, tucking her in, his arms ladened with food he set down in front of her, an offering.

"Do you want some food?"

Kate shook her head, her heart pounding a little for him, "Can you sit with me?"

Anthony nodded, crouching in front of her, nuzzling gently against her hand with a purr, "I can sit with you for as long as you like. Forever."

Anthony nuzzled closer, laying his head against the side of the sofa, taking her in gently, the concern evident on his face.

"You don't like seeing me in pain, do you?"

He shook his head, something like a whine building in his throat, "You're my mate, we're bound together, the fates gave you to me to care for. There's nothing I wouldn't do to care for you, provide for you, there's nothing I wouldn't give you if you asked me for it. But I can't save you from this and that... hurts me. It hurts me to see you in pain."

"I love you." It fell from her lips, drawn to the surface by the honesty in his words, the forthrightness, the certainty he had for her, for their relationship.

"I love you." Anthony didn't hesitate, "I was made to do this for you. Put on this earth for you."

"I'm supposed to care for you too."

Anthony shook his head again, "That isn't how it works. I have to provide for you, and you get to boss me around."

Kate chuckled, tugging him forward until he realised what she wanted, sliding onto the sofa behind her, his arm around her waist, warm and safe and comforting. "I'll try and be good at that if it's my role. As long as you promise to stop growling at people who come near me when I'm on my period."

"I can't promise that," Anthony said bluntly, blinking, "You shouldn't have to deal with people who annoy you when you don't feel well."

"I love you. I'm glad they picked you for me, these fates of yours."

Anthony hummed, his chin resting on her shoulder, his hand pressing the heat pack closer to her, "I thought they made a mistake at first, no one like you could be meant for me. I've done many things I'm not proud of but if I can care for you, for any children we might have, I will consider mine a life well lived."

"You really believe that don't you?"

"Almost as much as I believe you should be eating higher iron foods this week."

"You've been blending spinach into everything haven't you?"

"I'm not supposed to lie to you, so yes."

#yours to tame #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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13eyond13 · 2 years

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Any tips for getting famous on tumblr?

Ahaha I wouldn't say I'm Tumblr famous, but here are some experience-based

Tips for getting mutuals and engagement and asks:

-Reblog and/or like other people's content often, and also try to create your own content of some kind. The blogs that catch my attention the most and make me want to follow/follow back are the ones that are actively curating a personal aesthetic and/or have some sort of unique or enjoyable content they are creating themselves too. I like following blogs where I can get the content that I'm interested in having on my dash plus a good sense of the personality behind the scenes

-Try to be fairly consistent and frequent about posting, and use some of the relevant popular tags on your original posts like the fandom and the character and ship names to make sure they show up in those tags for people to find (eg. #death note #light yagami #lawlight)

-A great way to get people to notice your blog is simply to notice them and their blog or their content first too. Send some friendly asks off anon to bloggers who are looking for asks, or about whatever topics seem to be their fave thing or their area of expertise. If sending asks feels too intimidating you can also reblog their posts with some thoughtful compliments or jokes in the tags, which will probably flatter them into checking out who was noticing and appreciating them. I recommend sending asks or talking through the comments on posts before sending people private messages until you get to know them a little better though, as that feels a bit less intimate to do

-Once you gather some followers it definitely helps to maintain a fairly steady presence and not disappear for long periods of time, because you mostly only show up on followers' dashes if you're actively posting and reblogging things. They probably aren't intentionally ignoring you or your blog most times, they just don't really know if you're alive otherwise! If you're worried about spamming people's dashes too much or don't want to be chronically online then you can always use the queue feature to post things automatically for you at a slower, steady rate as well

-A good way to get asks once you have some followers is simply to make a post asking for asks about a specific topic or to take and fill requests of some kind. You can also reblog ask memes that invite people to ask you specific sorts of questions too. This helps others know what you're comfortable with before they decide to strike up a conversation with you. Answering asks usually leads to other people sending asks too, so it can become a fairly self-sustaining thing after a little bit

-I think a large part of the reason I've gained a following here over the years is because I have a clear set of boundaries on my page about who I am and what I'm ok with, and because I maintain a pretty organized and broad collection of content from this fandom that is well-tagged and easy to browse. I started out creating the blog I personally would want to find as a new member of the DN fandom and then I went from there. It helps to have a fairly clear idea in mind of the kind of blog you want to host from the beginning, but you can also adjust it as you go just depending on the kind of feedback you get and such. I didn't even expect or plan to get any asks here in the beginning, but after a few months of me sending asks to others and reblogging content and writing posts people started coming to me quite regularly with their thoughts. Maybe because I made a point of being welcoming to new fans and answering the questions about the fandom and the series that they had

-It helps to be patient about stuff like gaining followers and mutuals and not to stress out too much over something like losing a follower or two, too! That happens to absolutely everybody eventually, and you really have no definite idea why your follower count might have dropped most times. So just don't stress yourself over it and try not to take it too personally or check your total numbers super often if you can (I am on here daily, but maybe only intentionally check my own total follower count once or twice a month)

-Overall just creating the blog you yourself might want to find, being consistent with your posting, respectful and appreciative of the other creators and fans, and not being afraid to reach out first or create some content of your own are probably the best things you can do to increase the engagement that you're getting on your blog. Good luck 🤗

#ask #anon #p

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obnoxioussmiley · 2 years

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Seeing Red

Pairings: mainly Jake Lockley X Reader, hints of Marc and Steven X Reader

Warnings: Death, descriptions of blood and gore, hints of a panic attack from reader, fluff with a dash of angst

Summary: After loving you in the shadows of Marc and Steven, Jake finally shows himself to protect you.

There is honestly not enough Jake Lockley content out here I am STARVING but please enjoy

You weren’t supposed to be here. You never should’ve gotten dragged into there, yet there you were. You were Marc and Steven’s weakness, they would always choose you over anything else, and Harrow had taken this to his advantage. In attempt to get the scarab, he put you in the line of danger. And it would’ve worked, if it weren’t for Jake Lockley.

You and Steven had been walking the empty streets of London after your date, well into the night. Marc was contentedly watching, he wished he was fronting, but seeing how happy you were after eating out at your favorite restaurant was enough to satisfy him.

It was barely enough to satisfy Jake, as well. He had been watching from behind the scenes for months, getting to know you just as well as Marc and Steven, without either of them or you knowing. And so he was just as capable as making you happy. When he had the chance to front, he’d leave you gifts and do some of your chores, little things he knew would make you happy without drawing awareness to his existence. Of course, it sucked when you thought it could only be Marc or Steven. He’d tidy up your kitchen, and you would thank one of them, and having no other explanation, they would assume they did it during a lapse of insomnia where they didn’t remember it. It was all worth it for Jake, seeing your face light up with joy, and that stunning smile would appear.

But today, it didn’t matter. When the ambush happened, Steven gave control to Marc, who was better between the two of them to fight off enemies and protect you. And he was doing a good job at keeping up, you shielded behind him a few feet away.

However, one thug managed to sneak around past him and come up behind you. They slammed the hilt of a handgun hard against the back of your head, pulling out a short cry and effectively knocking you ti the ground.

Marc immediately looked back at you from the sound, seeing you holding your head in pain. And your attacker was pointing the gun straight at you.

All three alters felt rage and worry surge through them, but none as violent as Jake’s, giving him the power to take control. He worked fast, taking out the guy behind you and slashing through the rest, not stopping until they were all finished.

When you finally regained your senses, you looked up at him through blurred vision. As you started to focus back in, you immediately became aware of the metallic scent in the air and the red stained area. Bodies were laid out in front of you, blood seeping out of fatal wounds, flesh ripped open and glistening in the moonlight.

Standing in the middle of it all was Jake, heaving deep breaths while giving a satisfied look at the carnage around him. Marc and Steven’s reflections stared up in complete shock and awe from a red puddle at his feet.

“Oh my god…” You muttered out, still shaking from the disorientation and the fear from the situation.

Jake turned towards you, seeing you staring at the mess with wide eyes. Your breathing started to pick up pace and he hastily made his way over, the suit disappearing into thin air. Kneeling down in front of you, he pulled you into his chest, hiding it all from your line of sight and wrapping his arms around you.

“You’re okay,” He whispered, rubbing circles into your back to calm you down, “You’re safe, nothings gonna hurt you, I promise.” The all too familiar scent filled your nose and you closed your eyes, relaxing into his hold.

As your breathing slowed down, your brain started to catch up with what happened. You knew Marc and Steven well enough to tell who was who, and to know this wasn’t either of them. Suddenly aware, you mumbled out, “You’re- you’re not them.” He tensed up and his arms around you tightened, as if preparing for the worse. “You’re not Marc or Steven.”

He sighed, resting his chin in top of your head. “No. No I’m not.” It was silent for a bit, you waiting for him to go on as he figured out what to say. But he didn’t really know the right place to start. “My name is Jake. Jake Lockley.”

You hummed in response. Shifting to wrap your warms around his torso, you melted further into him, silently letting him know you were accepting him. “Thank you, Jake.”

“Don’t thank me.” He wondered if you could hear his heart racing and pressed a kiss into the top of your head. “I’m not letting anyone else lay a finger on you, alright?”

Marc and Steven watched from their reflections, completely dumbfounded at the revelation of a third alter. But also entirely grateful and somewhat proud of what Jake had done.

#moon knight #marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x you #steven grant x you #jake lockley x you #reader imagine #reader is gender neutral #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley

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Lucky Cat Caper

Rated: G

Leo’s wallet gets swiped by a Hidden City cat yokai while on a mission. Plus, claws, cool jackets, teen problems, and a coupon for two free tacos.

My incredibly self indulgent “Leo and Tomiko first meeting” fic! Enjoy!!!

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While the Hidden City was filled with all sorts of surprises, especially an underground farmer’s market, Leo didn’t have time to explore today, he was on a mission.

“Technically an errand.” Said Donnie over facetime.

“Anything can be called a mission if you’re feeling fancy.” Leo quipped.

“Ok you remember, right? I need dragon scales.”

“Yeah yeah trying to mix mystic and your tech stuff yadda yadda” Leo made a talking motion with his free hand. “and I—your ever so loving brother and twin—have bravely volunteered to help.”

“Right, right. Definitely not because you don’t owe me a no questions asked favor. After I lent you money for... what was it again?”

“The Jupiter Jim IX: Disappearance of Milky Way Deluxe Graphic Novel and Art Book Combo. No sir.”

“......Yeah. That one.”

“No worries, dude! I’ll get your scales no problemo. Honestly I thought you’d cash in your favor for something more, er, grim. Like hiding a body.”

“Oh please I’ve got better ways of handling that.” Donnie said in an almost bored tone.

Leo chose to ignore that last remark.

“Anywayyyy, tell Dad I’ll be home before Scorpion Treadmill. Later!” Leo hung up and stuffed his phone back in his pack.

Perusing the market, the slider made passing glances at both the wares and crowd. There was a sense of normalcy here he enjoyed, as a mutant blue wearing turtle with a large sword strapped to his shell. A "being able to walk around freely and not worry about having to put on a nerd voice or a fanny pack to fool a tourist family from Maine" sort of vibe. It was nice.

He casually leaned over a stall selling what looked to be candied apples, with bright pink caramel that smelled like a mix of honey and lemon. No harm in a snack while down here. He had to make it back to the lair alive, after all, so starving to death was out of the question.

“Well helloooo tasty trea—“

Off to his side, a bright ring of a bell. He barely had time to turn before someone collided into him. In a split second he saw a girl. Pale fur, bright blue eyes, and a pair of cat ears. She turned back towards him as she strode past and he regained his composure.

“Oops!” She called, louder than the large bell ringing on her neck. In a flash, she disappeared into the crowd.

Leo straightened up and lifted a blue masked brow.

“Market’s not that packed but okaaay” He turned back to the snacks. “Anyway, how much for...the....” he reached into his belt pack, fumbling around for his wallet.

A cold sweat rushed through him. Wallet gone. No wallet, no buying the dragon scales. No dragon scales, no Donnie letting him off the hook. No Donnie letting him off the hook, now Leo has bathroom cleaning duty this month. But, most importantly, no fun Hidden City snacks. The injustice would not stand.

“HEY!” He tried to look over the crowd for the girl, but only saw a sea of strange yokai shapes. He huffed and hopped onto an empty spot on the counter and up to the stall’s sturdy metal roof, ignoring the angry fish running the shop.

Squinting, he saw the familiar cat ears a ways away, and with an “aha!” started after her.

“Hey! Cat burglar!” Leo yelled as he jumped over stall roofs.

The girl spun around, caught a glimpse of the turtle, and dashed. She wove through the assortment of people before ducking into an alley. Leo hopped off the stalls and ran in after her.

“Nope, not happening.” He drew his odachi and sliced the air to summon a portal in her path. A bright blue circle appeared and the girl skidded to a stop. She nearly fell in, but shifted her momentum to jump to the wall and onto the other side of the portal, continuing her run.

“Oh COME ON.” Leo groaned.

Stealth was probably the better option here, he thought as he portaled himself to the top of a nearby building, looking over where the girl had run off to, and following her from the rooftops once more. As much as he wanted to have a truly fun and bombastic chase, getting back home in one piece with no bathroom chores sounded way more appealing.

Eventually, she did come to a stop, in another far off alley, and Leo finally got a good look at her that wasn’t in passing or running.

A young cat yokai appearing in her early teens, she had the patterns of a calico; splotches of pinkish coral and black running over her white fur. A collar with a large bell sat on her neck, with a simple dark teal top and oversized peach and red shorts, held snug with a red obi belt with a large bow on the back. She looked like a lucky cat figurine come to life, but instead of granting luck this one thieved turtle property.

The cat sighed and sat down on an overturned trash can, fishing inside her shorts pocket, her arm going deeper than Leo would have thought possible (but then again, as a mutant turtle son of an action star, currently in a magical underground city, what did he know about impossible), and pulling out a small pink canteen. She took a huge swig and dropped it back into the spacious pocket, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Ok.” The slider huffed, and slid down one of the gutter pipes from the roof to the ground silently, hovering over her.

“Hey,” her ear flicked back. “This has been fun but are you gonna give me my wallet back orrrr?” Now she fully tensed up, shrieking and falling over the trash can.

“H-How did—“ Her fur fully poofed in alarm, tail practically doubling its size.

“Listen, I’m just that good.” Leo shrugged. “In any case, wallet pleeeease.”

She spat a hiss at him and sprinted away.

“Ok, no need to cuss.” He casually twirled his sword, slicing open a portal to his side. He side stepped, passing through and reappearing directly in the cat’s path, stopping her in her tracks.

She blinked twice, bright blue eyes moving quickly, as if sizing him up. Her eyes settled on the sword he lazily rested on his shoulder.

“Oh this?” He nodded his head towards his odachi, grinning. “Pretty cool, huh?”

The calico took a step back, eyes fixed on him with a calculating expression. She was a head shorter than him, tensed as if ready to run again. Alright, this situation needs to chill, the slider thought.

“Ok, ok, can we talk like people about this? Man to man, or, uh, turtle to cat?”

The portal closed behind him and he struck his sword into the ground, using it to support his weight in his usual lean.

“Sooo, let’s start with names. I’m Leonardo. Leo to many, Nardo to few, and Neon Leon if you really wanna spice it up.”

“...You’re being,” she started, expression going from surprise to a squint. “Very casual about this.”

“Yeah, well I figured a thrilling chase across the Hidden City isn’t gonna work, so good ol’ fashioned diplomacy it is. And your name?” He waved his hand towards her with a flourish, raising his brows.

She raised her own brows, and for the first time since he snuck up on her, relaxed and took a casual stance. She flicked her tail, the fur settling back to normal size.

“Tomiko.”

“Alright, Tomiko, now don’t tell me you’ve already sold my wallet in the, what, few minutes I’ve trailed you, that would be some next level stuff, even for me. In any case, I’ve got a coupon for two free tacos in there that I do NOT want touched.”

“No, no, I’ve still got it.” She started to reach into her oversized shorts pocket. “...Buuut....” She paused.

After a beat Leo spoke up. “That’s a suspiciously long amount to time to leave after a ‘but’.”

“Ok, you help me out with something, I give you your wallet back.”

“My stolen wallet. The wallet that you stole.”

”Eh, semantics.” Her tail swished back and forth. “Listen, a little I scratch your back you scratch mine.”

”Shell, but, go on.”

“If you can use that mystic sword of yours to help me get something back, I’ll return your stuff. Simple, right?”

“So you’re holding my wallet—stolen wallet, haaaate to keep bringing that up—hostage, in order to get me to help you perform more petty thievery?”

Tomiko shrugged. “I mean, when you put like that...” Leo gave her a practiced “oh really” look. “Yeah basically. Deal?”

Leo sighed and mirrored her shrug.

“Eh, there’s worse ways to waste an hour.”

————

A short while later, Leo found himself hiding in the hedges outside a grand estate.

Tomiko had been mostly silent the entire walk over, sometimes answering his questions, more often with shrugging or other nonverbal cues.

Now he sat casually, hidden in the shadows while she surveyed the solid fence and gate, trying to look for a way in.

“So why stealing? Why that life choice?” Leo asked, picking between his teeth with his free hand.

Tomiko’s tail flicked. “It’s a hobby.”

“...there are better hobbies.”

She shushed him, pointing to the large gate opening, then to a carriage coming up the road. Leo looked over and saw a strangely familiar face. A red dragon with a well pressed suit and an eyepatch. He chewed his lip as the carriage disappeared into the estate, and as the gate closed it hit him.

“Ah! That guy! Dragon boss dude!”

Tomiko turned, whiskers twitching. “You know him?”

“Oh yeah, my brother and I served him and his cronies at Hueso’s a few weeks back. Got some good unicorn tips outta that one.”

“... Who even ARE you?”

“A turtle hero of mystery~” He winked.

She chuckled, more of a snort, and quickly caught herself. Leo noted it was the first time he’d heard any sort of a laugh from her. He grinned. Face man charm worked on any sourpuss, clearly. He briefly wondered what it would take to get her to full on guffaw.

“Ok, let's do this.” He gripped his sword. “Portal in, grab, uh, whatever it is you need, and portal out babeyyy.”

The cat turned serious again. “That’s it? That’s your plan?”

Leo shrugged. “I mean, yeah, duh.”

“Do you know the layout, how many guards there might be, or where the target even is?”

“Uh, no, but—“

“What if you get ambushed? Or portal right into the boss’s closet?”

“Oh c’mon it’s basically improv, how hard can it b—“

plap

A gentle yet firm hand made contact with his cheek, stopping him mid thought. Tomiko held her arm straight, expression stern. A beat passed.

“Seriously?” Leo said out the free, un-plapped side of his mouth.

Tomiko pulled her hand back and stood up. Leo’s moved his hand to where hers had been.

“Wow, soft paw.” He muttered to himself.

“C’mon. We’ll go up to the roof.”

“Sure sure.” He said as he strapped the sword to his shell.

They moved through the hedges to the estate wall. Solid stone about a story tall and roof tiles covering the top. A fancy wall for a fancy crime boss.

“Pfffft easy.” Leo said, jogging in place in a warm up motion.

The slider broke into a run, scaling the side of the wall. He grabbed onto the edge, hoisting himself up and onto the top in a crouched position. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw Tomiko giving him a “hm, impressive” type of look.

“Need a hand?” He stage whispered down to her. Not everyone had his amazing ninja training, talent, or good looks. What a sad day to be those people.

She shook her head and crouched down, jumping halfway up the wall and using her claws to quickly climb, coming up to meet him. The cat grinned and stuck her tongue out at him before she jumped down the other side, starting across the grounds towards the estate.

Leo chuckled and followed her down.

He low whistled looking up at the house, more like a mansion, really, not bothering to look in front of him as he walked across the lawn. The slider briefly imagined life living in such luxury before bumping into something, stopping him in his tracks.

Leo frowned and looked down. Tomiko stood still, fur completely on edge, eyes wide, and tail puffed up. He followed her gaze to the other end of the lawn and his own eyes widened. A low snarling five eyed guard dog watched them, baring its fangs. Leo didn’t have time to say anything before he heard a sparkle and whoosh sound.

He looked down again and where the girl had been was a small calico cat, desperately trying to make itself seem bigger than it actually was.

Suddenly, the dog barked and charged them.

Time for acting in the moment, Leo’s specialty.

Quick as a flash, he scooped up the cat in one arm and used his other arm to grab his sword. He dashed to the mansion and leapt up, sticking the blade in a wooden column. With the bending sword acting like a slingshot, he flung himself up to the tiled roof.

Sword in one hand, and a bewildered cat in the other, Leo looked over the edge to see the still angry dog. He let out another low whistle.

“Whew, close one,” he sighed.

Another whoosh. Sudden weight in his arm. Leo turned and met face to face with a bewildered Tomiko. He kept steady, not wanting to drop her, until she scrambled out of his grasp and away from him, hands going to her face fur to smooth it out.

He blinked. “Ooooooh.” He said in realization. “Wait, where’s your cloaking broach?”

“I,” she cleared her throat, avoiding looking at him. “I don’t need one.”

She began to briskly walk across the roof, Leo stored his sword and followed.

“So, what, you’re a shapeshifter, then?”

“Mhm.”

“Cool cool cool,” He put his hands behind his head, part stretch part casual lean. “Can’t you, I dunno, turn into a dragon and sneak in yourself?”

“Not exactly. I can only really shift between this form,” She turned around to face him and gestured towards herself. In a flash, she flicked her tail and the familiar magic that surrounded yokai when they used cloaking items coated her, and left the small cat in her place. “and this one so far.”

“...so not much of a shapeshifter, huh.” Leo raised his brows.

Tomiko poofed back into her humanoid form and frowned at the turtle.

“I only got my powers last year. How many forms can you shift into?”

“Last time I checked, just the one” he gestured to himself with a smirk. “But I have to say, it’s a pretty good form.”

“Two versus one? I’m doing better than you.” She said with a deadpan expression.

Leo blinked, taken aback by the sudden sass, his grin unfazed.

Before he could continue riffing, Tomiko held out an arm and crouched down against the roof, he followed suit.

“There.” She pointed to an open hall across the garden courtyard. “There’s the target.”

The turtle followed the cat’s line of sight. A maroon dragon yokai girl, around the same age as the two rooftop teens, crossing the open hallway as she tapped away on her phone, absentmindedly scratching her scaly neck. What really caught Leo’s eye was the bright golden jacket she was wearing.

“Really?” Leo turned to Tomiko, who was staring down the dragon intensely. “More petty theft??”

“Technically? No. No it’s not. That jacket’s mine.” The cat never took her eyes off the dragon, pupils growing by the word.

“Ok, it’s good to have goals but—”

“No, literally,” Tomiko turned to Leo. “My mom gave it to me for my birthday, when I first started learning shape shifting. But she,” She gestured towards the dragon. “borrowed it from me like a month back for one thing, then she said she lost it—total lie, by the way—she posted on hidden-gram with her wearing it, and, and, I mean look at it! It’s amazing! The gold and red color scheme! The flower pattern sleeves! The perfect bomber, it’s mine, I’m getting it back.”

A beat passed, Leo paused in stunned silence.

“What?” She said, whiskers twitching.

“Pretty sure that’s the most you’ve said since we met. Nice to know you don’t have a word limit.” He grinned.

“Pffft shut up”

“Physically impossible. Ok!” He brought himself up to one knee and pointed to the sky. “This is about as close as heroism we’re gonna get here. Petty, yet understandable heroism. I’ll take it! Let’s go!”

He hopped up and started to slide down the side of the roof into the inner courtyard. The plan? Easy. Bypass whatever guards, nab the jacket, portal outta there. Easy peasy pizza with extra chee—

“GHK!!”

Leo felt a sudden pull on his face, quickly realizing his mask tails had been grabbed.

“Wait wait wait—agh!” Tomiko whispered loudly, and with a gasp, lost her balance and fell forward.

Both turtle and cat tumbled off the roof. Tomiko shifted into her smaller form midair, trying to stabilize herself with no luck. Leo hit the ground face first with a SMACK.

“OOF” He gasped as Tomiko landed on top of his shell, and he briefly thanked the great pie in the sky she was in small cat form.

They both looked up and gulped. Boss Bruce had been treating several of his employees to a lovely tea break overlooking his courtyard garden, rudely interrupted by a mutant turtle and magic cat falling right onto his veranda.

A snake grunt struck first, clearly new and eager to prove himself to the boss. Jaws snapped and Leo swiftly pressed himself up and away. Another incoming strike, Leo ducked under the grunt to shift his own weight against him, sending the snake into the courtyard. He quickly drew his sword and took a ready pose, staring down the table full of well dressed lizards.

Boss Bruce stood, cracked his neck once, and tapped his sheathed katana on the floor, the signal to strike.

Another snake yokai’s neck extended towards Leo, and he parried with the side of his sword, extra careful to not do any damage. He was a guest in this house, after all, an unwanted guest, but still.

After a few more dodges and parries he heard a hiss off to his side. He glanced to see Tomiko still had not switched out of her small cat form, and was dodging snakes left and right, looking more like a panicked puffed up stuffed animal than an actual creature.

The distraction was enough to almost let a yellow snake with exceptional hair gel game get the jump on him, but he blocked and braced with his sword. Another hiss, and he turned in time to see Tomiko leaping away from snapping jaws, landing on the snout of a henchman and jumping high. Right into Leo’s face.

“AGH!!” he yelled as claws hit first. “GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF”

No dice, she was latched on good. His vision was a blur of white fur as he staggered, odachi swinging wildly. The familiar whoosh of a portal caught his attention, right before he stepped back expecting more flooring, only to tip backwards over the courtyard.

Trying desperately to regain balance, he waved his arms furiously. Suddenly the cat braced and jumped off his face, giving the final kick that sent him tumbling over the edge and into the portal. His hands flew to his face in pain, his sword forgotten and sent flying upwards.

Unfortunately, Tomiko had only jumped upwards, not towards something, and after a “meow” that very clearly translated into “aw no”, fell into the portal herself.

The portal closed, and a moment later, the mystic odachi struck upright into the sand, leaving a truly bewildered bunch of crime lizard yokai.

The two teens landed on stone as the portal closed behind them. Leo whipped up to see the small garden they’d been dropped into. From a distance, he could hear the scuttle of the grunts fussing over his sword. To his side, the whoosh sound again as the cat shifted back into her humanoid form.

They had portaled to the other side of the estate grounds, away from the commotion. The garden itself was decent sized, stone paths, flowering bushes, and a couple trees decorated it. Everything was bathed in the soft glow of light from behind the paper screens to the side.

“Ok, ok,” He shook his hands, trying to clear his head. “It’s fine, it’s chill. You’ve faced worse before. It’s fine? It’s fine. C’mon, c’mon, think—”

“Hey.” Tomiko said softly.

��—you’ve definitely lost your sword before and survived—“

“Hey, turtle.”

“—UGH I can’t even—“

“LEO.”

Her sudden voice yanked him from his train of thought, and the slider’s brain immediately shifted onto another track.

“Of course none of this would be happening if you hadn’t stolen from me in the first place!” He was tempted to yell, but that would make their position obvious. So harsh stage whispers it was. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d be done with this and halfway home to pizza and a movie marathon by now! But nooOOOoo someone has a hobby.”

Tomiko staggered back a bit and turned away, silent, but Leo could see in her body language, clenched fists and puffed tail, his words had stung.

She sat on the ground, curling up into a ball, refusing to even look at the turtle. Leo rubbed the back of his neck.

“...Look, I’m...” he sighed and joined her on the ground. He didn’t know how to continue that sentence, or if he should continue at all. This was a petty thief that got him into trouble, he’d held grudges for worst things. Being thrown off a building type things.

There was a beat of silence.

Tomiko muttered something under her breath.

“Hm?” Leo chirped.

“Stealing.” Tomiko said more clearly. “My mom, I want to make her proud. She was so excited when I got my shifting powers and started training. But, I’m over a year in, and I’m not progressing as I should be, and, and,” She sighed. “Pickpocketing is something I’m good at and don’t have to worry about impressing anyone. The opposite, really. Sure, it’s petty, but, like, so is scrapbooking.”

“Hey you could always try knitting, don’t cats like yarn?”

Tomiko shot him a look.

“Just sayin’.” Leo shrugged.

She sighed, turning away again.

“Leo, listen, I...” Tomiko started, still not meeting his gaze. “I never thanked you, for saving me, back there.”

“Pretty sure I saved you twice. First time from dog, second time from snakes, and even I’m not sure if that one counts.” He countered.

“Well! You—” she sputtered before gathering herself and continuing. “It’s my fault you’re in this. I should’ve... I’m...”

He sighed, looking away from her, trying to work out an escape route, some sort of plan.

“Look, Tomiko, it really doesn’t matter now. We—“

When he turned back, he was met with the sight of his Jupiter Jim wallet. She held it out towards him, eyes still turned away.

He said nothing, waiting for her to speak. Gradually she got more and more uncomfortable with the silence, finally turning to meet his eyes.

“Just, just take it, ok? Find your sword and go! I can, I can shape shift and escape. The stupid jacket doesn’t even matter. I’m sorry. You’re in this because of me, and, I’m sorry. Just, go, ok?” She bowed her head, still holding the wallet up.

Leo noticed her tail swishing harder than he’d seen. His brow furrowed with the slow realization that this, both the apology and letting go of her jacket, was difficult for her.

He slowly reached for his wallet, then placed his hand on top and gently pushed it back towards her. Tomiko blinked and looked up at Leo. With a soft grin and determined eyes, the turtle spoke.

“We’re not done yet. I made a deal that I’d help you get your jacket back, and that’s what we’re gonna do.”

The cat’s blue eyes widened.

“Cause that’s what heroes do, babeyyy” He shot her a wink and a thumbs up.

Tomiko snorted, then giggled, before finally breaking into a full laugh, punctuated by more snorts. Leo’s face broke out into a huge grin, utterly delighted.

“HAHA ugh, that was, haha, so CHEESY! Do you always talk like a cartoon dweeb?”

“Hang on hang on wait-wait-wait that’s how you laugh?”

BANG!

The sliding door was flung open, a suited snake yokai standing in the threshold. Leo and Tomiko jumped to their feet.

“Boss! I found ‘em! I followed the sound of teen problems and emotional catharsis!”

Another this-is-getting-too-familiar whoosh, and a startled Tomiko was back in her small cat form.

Without thinking, Leo grabbed her by the scruff and threw her claws first into the face of the well dressed snake. He keeled over onto the his back, howling, a very straight legged Tomiko stuck to his face. Leo dashed into the hall, grabbing the cat on his way. A flesh tearing sound, more howling, that was fine.

“Hey!!” She growled, tucked in his arms. “What was that for?!”

“First hand experience on how much claws to the face sucks.”

“Not all of us have swords—TURN LEFT!”

Leo took a sharp left in the hall, nearly sliding over to keep his balance.

“Maybe not, but some of do have shape shifting powers.” He said under his breath, still keeping his pace, with Tomiko trying to wriggle free as only a cat can. “Hey-hey-hey, don’t change back yet, I have an idea.”

He ran back to the courtyard, turning the corner to see the cluster of henchmen and Boss Bruce still on the veranda. A grunt was holding his odachi by the blade, handle up in the air, presenting it to the Boss. They all turned their reptile heads towards the teens, eyes narrowing.

“Heads up!!” Yelled Leo, reared back with the cat curled in his hand, and threw her as hard as he could over the tops of the mob. “NOW!!”

Mid throw, in a burst of magic, Tomiko shifted back into her humanoid form. Passing overhead the grunt holding the sword, she reached out and grabbed the grip, yanking it from the snake. Another flip and she kicked right into Boss Bruce’s upturned face, regaining her balance enough to throw the sword back to Leo, and using the dragon’s snout as a backflip springboard.

The turtle swiftly caught his odachi with a triumphant “HYA!”, and immediately slashed the air in front of him. The snakes, still concerned with their Boss’s new paw print shaped face markings, watched as the cat gracefully fell into the sudden blue portal, which swiftly disappeared.

A split second later, another portal opened next to Leo, and Tomiko hopped out.

“Ok, that is pretty cool.” She said.

“Right??” He grinned.

A sudden chorus of hisses startled the two teens.

“Shall we?”

“Mmmm yes.”

The two broke into a run down the hallway, with Leo calling “EXCUSE-US-YOU-HAVE-A-LOVELY-HOME-BYEEEEE!” behind him.

Running through the halls, Tomiko turned a sharp corner, and Leo skidded into the wall to follow. She threw open a sliding door to reveal a tastefully decorated living room with the dragon girl sitting on one of the couches, idly scratching her neck, still wearing the coveted jacket.

“You.” Tomiko hissed, stomping over, as much as she could stomp with delicate caw paws.

The dragon girl didn’t even have time to protest before Tomiko grabbed her by the jacket and pulled it off in one swift tug. Flying off with it came several red sparkling dragon scales. Leo quickly dove in and caught as many as he could.

“Just because you’re molting doesn’t—what’re you doing?” Tomiko started before noticing Leo crouching to pick scales off the floor and sticking them in his blue belt pack.

“Uh, it’s for science?” He tried, cringing at his own excuse.

“Gross.” Said the dragon girl, now fully scratching her patchy arms.

“Yeah dude, gross.” Tomiko added.

“Wuh—buh—Not for me!! It’s for my weird nerd brother!”

“Hah!” Tomiko laughed. “A whole family of freaks! Here have some more.”

She shook out the jacket over his head, more cinnamon scales raining down, both of them laughing. The dragon girl looked on with an expression like a dead mouse had been brought to her doorstep.

The turtle and cat barely gave her a wave of goodbye before he slashed at the air near the door, blue portal glowing to life. He bowed in a dramatic “after you” to Tomiko, and she returned the bow with equal fake gravitas before hopping through. He nodded to the dragon girl and stepped into the portal, leaving her to her itch.

The blue portal opened up on a cliff overlooking the estate, both blue turtle and pink cat hopping out.

“Finally! Oh thank goodness, thank you thank you thank you.” Tomiko sang.

Leo grinned. “You’re so welcome—aaand you’re talking to the jacket, huh.” The smug wind suddenly knocked out of his sails by the cat hugging the garment.

Tomiko whipped around, slipping into the jacket with ease, a genuine wide smile on her furry face. Leo felt a soft smile creep onto his own.

“Oh! Yes! Don’t think I forgot.” She said, reaching deep into her shorts pocket, pulling out the JJ wallet with a dramatic flourish. “Back scratched, shell scratched. It wasn’t that bad, right?”

Leo took the wallet. “Finally!” He gave it a kiss before stashing it back into his pouch, rustling the scales. “Yeah, it wasn’t terrible.” He fished through his pouch a bit more before another cold sweat rushed through him.

Phone gone.

He whipped around frantically before hearing the familiar keyboard noise.

Tomiko was tapping at his phone. “You know you really shouldn’t make your passcode your own name. Are you forgetful or that self obsessed?”

She smirked before she tossed it back to him. He caught it and looked at the screen. The cat’s contact info was listed underneath “Tomi-cat” with a winky face and a couple cat emojis for good measure.

“If I need help with something how about I text you, hero?” She said.

Leo smirked, putting his phone away. “Hey, I can pull off any heist.”

“So all that big good guy talk was for nothing?”

“Eh, well, I’d say I’m more ‘hero-in-training.’ There’s still room for fun.”

Tomiko chuckled softly, and Leo was glad to hear her laugh again.

“I’ll see you around, hero.”

She took a running leap off the cliff, bouncing from another rock face onto a roof and out of sight.

“See ya ‘round” Leo smiled.

It wasn’t until he got back to the surface, jumping across rooftops heading back to the Lair that his phone buzzed.

The selfie Tomiko sent as a first text didn’t make Leo yell “AW COME ON!!” in frustration to the New York City night sky. But the coupon for two free tacos she held in her hand, along with the message “for next time!! :3c” certainly did.

#misha writings #misha arts #to keep all my work in one tag #tomiko #rottmnt leo #first time posting a fic here i believe! huzzah.#anyway please enjoy!!!

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youryanderedaddy · 3 years

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I had a dream just now that might make a good story. So, I had a virus on my laptop which allowed a hacker to see everything I did on my computer and use my webcam. The hacker ends up falling in love with me after stalking me for a few months and pays for someone on the dark web to kidnap me. It works, and then I wake up tied up in the hacker's arm as he caresses and kisses me. That's pretty much it, good night! 🌙

Yo this is my kink 😳

Also I couldn't not write this for Saeran, ok.

Title: Stranger danger

Tw: nsfw - ish, female reader, masturbation, cyber stalking, hacking, mentions of dark web, very irresponsible online behavior, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping

You knew that this was a stupid idea. Lurking on the dark web with almost no protection other than the Tor browser and some free anti-virus program wasn't your best decision, but fuck it if it wasn't entertaining. You had always been drawn to the darker, scarier part of the human mind and this side of the internet proved quite interesting. Your friends always warned you about the dangers that came with looking up shady online searches and sites but everything had been quite peaceful so far. There weren't hackers or murderers on the dark web, the worst you had seen were people selling drugs and weapons for unreasonable prices, along with some questionable fetish porn and the typical popping ads.

Your favorite thing to do while online was chatting. Two weeks ago you had stumbled upon an unusual forum called "Scream buddies" where upon entering you were automatically connected to another random profile. The whole theme of the forum was discussing horror and mondo movies, shockumentaries and overall creepy stuff, your forte. The person you met on there shared a similar fascination with all things dark and gory which soon made talking to them the only thing you were looking forward upon opening the site.

You didn't know much about the guy behind the profile yet, except that he was a young man. His icon showed an eye so green it emited with the neon pigment and his username was just as mysterious - BlueRose7. You enjoyed chatting with him about your hobby but the thing you liked the most was undressing him little by little, metaphorically so, by getting pieces of information about his life. It started small - his favorite food, favorite book, favorite game, but the moment you tried digging deeper and asked whether he had siblings or not, the man simply disappeared for the next few days. You quickly realized just what type of topics you needed to avoid to keep your new friend from leaving. Family, childhood memories and work matters were out of the picture.

The stranger wasn't fair, not really. He didn't show you vulnerability and kept his secrecy while demanding to know everything there was to know about you. For the longest time you didn't want to answer just to stay on a equal footing, just to show him how frustrating it was, but there was something about the man that drew you in. He was magnetic, clever and witty, if a bit pessimistic and dark at times. You couldn't help telling him everything he wanted to hear - what your job was, whether you were single or not, all that jazz. In your defense, BlueRose7 actually listened to your stories, took your problems seriously and provided solutions, which despite being too extreme and overprotective at times (upon hearing that your bestfriend talked behind your back he offered to "take care" of her), were comforting. It was nice to have someone caring around even if you met him on a sketchy website.

Meanwhile your personal life wasn't going too great. You had to balance between attending college, working long shifts as a waitress and meeting your friends from time to time which was draining. On top of all there was a weird virus on your computer which resulted in the camera turning on and off and the most random times of the day - while you were studying, watching TV, or in some cases, fully naked and ready to take a bath. You didn't think much of it though, with all the illegal movies and games you downloaded along with the dark web lurking it was more than expected for your laptop to behave weirdly. You didn't even mention it to your friend from the IT major because you knew that he'd force you to delete Tor and put an end to your internet adventures.

One time you were particularly bored after several long lectures and you were laying in bed, the camera turned on once again. It was a hot afternoon and you were wearing boyshorts and a loose T- shirt with nothing underneath it, you were home alone so there was no need. The bright red spot was twinking like a recorder, the light reflecting in your eyes, when a silly little idea came to your mind. You slid your hand under your blouse and lifted the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the laptop, your nipples hardening due to the sudden coldness, becoming pink and stiff in seconds. You played with for a few minutes, pinching and pulling the buds gently, moaning softly into the pleasant sensation. Soon you could feel yourself getting wet, and slowly, teasingly, removed your shorts and panties. You smiled at the camera, biting your lip provocatively, imagining you were a camgirl performing for her desperate little fanboys and fangirls. The thought alone was enough to make you spread your legs wide and slip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, using the wetness to push deeper. You used your other hand to stroke your clit and whimpered wantonly, your face red, your neck sweaty and your heart pumping fast from the adrenaline. You were quickly reaching your orgasm and your mind wondered to the boy you were talking to in the forum. You wondered how he looked like, how his body was built, whether he was a sweet sensual lover or a rough mean one. Fucked up as it was, you pictured the man as one of your most loyal viewers, watching all of your streams with a fist around his thick vock and an excited grin on his face. He would comment things like "you look so beautiful like this" or perhaps even "pretty little slut" after tipping you enough to last you a week. Soon all the mental stimulation sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry full of pleasure. Well, this felt good.

After your "performance" was over the camera was magically turned off, which may have caused some concerns if you weren't too busy feeling embarrassed and dirty about the unhinged fantasy you had just had, and with a person you knew nothing about. You managed to calm down though - it wasn't nothing more than a fun pastime, a naughty thought that would never become the reality. You would never actually meet BlueRose7, right? There was nothing to worry about, so you just went on with your day.

You had some dinner afterwards and decided to have an early night as you already felt full and tired. You put on your favoruite pajamas and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling until you fell into deep dreamless sleep.

You woke up due to a weird noise. You could hear someone's heavy breathing right next to your ear, someone's grabby hands were wrapped tightly against your body, trapping you between the wall and their hard chest. You had only a few seconds to scream before the intruder's palm covered your mouth.

"Shhh." The man whispered softly and stroked your hair like you were a doll he was playing with. "Don't scream or I'll be forced to hurt you, flower. I have a gun." His voice sounded deep and rough but this didn't stop you from thrashing and turning on your side until you came face to face with the man. It was dark in the room and you couldn't exactly see all his features but his enchanting green eyes would forever be burned into your memory - they seemed dashing, hypnotizing. You couldn't utter a word.

"It's me, the person you've been talking to all these months. I came to take you home" He spoke out suddenly, the line of his mouth twisting into a smile or a smirk, you couldn't quite tell. You shook your head no, tears threatening to spill all over your cheeks from the fear. It couldn't be him, the man would never do that to you. Or would he? With what little information you knew, you couldn't really tell. His hold finally loosen, seeing you quiet like that.

"Let me go, please." You begged, pushing at his shoulders weakly since you were still sleepy, groggy and tired. "I don't know you." You said, hoping this would remind the stranger you weren't friends, lovers or anything that gave him the right to be so close to you, to touch you so intimately. Unfortunately, this only seemed to amuse him and he chucked darkly as he pulled your hair away to place a small chaste kiss on your neck.

"But I know you, flower." Your supposed online friend replied shortly after, his eyes full of malice. "And your little show today makes me think you want to know me too." He added in a low tone, licking his lips before smashing them on yours, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth just to hear your whines and protests. Then it hit you. The camera, the virus, the questions. He had watched you, he knew where you worked, where you lived and studied, everything. You had told him after all.

The hacker thought you looked so adorable right now, figuring things out, helpless, confused, regretful and most of all, weak. You were so weak and careless, and he loved you for it. It reminded him of himself before life screwed him over.

You wouldn't be in this position, underneath him, if you had just told someone about your laptop virus and the bad guy you had encountered online. But Saeran couldn't say he wasn't glad your self-preservation instincts were so very broken and dysfunctional. He wouldn't meet you otherwise. "I need you, princess. That's why I'll take you to Paradise." These were the final words you heard before you felt lightheaded and sleepy again, your last memory a pair of green mint eyes.

You really shouldn't have trusted strangers on the internet.

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haechaninmyheart · 2 years

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my roommate’s in a heat

summary - with your roommate’s heat suppressants missing on the first day of her pre-heat and her heat due to start in a few days, you offer to help her the best you can.

pairing - omega!mina (twice) x f!reader ft best friend!haechan (nct).

genre - roommate!au, non-idol!au, college!au, smut.

word count - 4.2k.

warnings - mentions of food, mentions of heat, mentions of a vibrator, mentions of a strap on, use of strap on, riding a dildo, kind of getting walked in on by your best friend (and calling you an ‘awful alpha’), moaning, pinning, boob play, nipple play, kissing, hickeys. not proofread.

author’s note - repost of my roommate’s in a heat. happy reading 💖

18+ content ahead, so minors don’t interact!!!

. . .

Something smells amazing. Like truly amazing.

You don’t know what it is exactly but you're sure your roommate has something to do with it, so you follow the lovely scent and find yourself standing in the kitchen, next to her. She’s isn’t in her pyjamas like you are, already showered and dressed up for the day.

“Good morning.” Mina greets you with a smile, flipping over a pancake as you walk around to inspect the contents of a glass bowl near her and glance over to the plate that already had two.

“Is that blueberry pancakes?” You ask curiously, pointing at the bowl of pancake batter.

She hums, nodding gently as she places down her spatula next to the plate of pancakes. “Do you want some?”

“Only, if you have time…” You mumble, staring at the plate of cooked ones. They looked so good, cooked until golden and only needing a dash of syrup to be complete.

“Of course, I still have another hour and half until class.”

“Thank you!” With that you disappear to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. Your class didn’t start until the afternoon so you would shower later in the morning.

Mina had been your roommate for at least a month now and she was a biotech major, not a food science major which you thought at first. Her cooking skills were much better than yours and on most days she’d leave some extra food for you in the fridge, when she didn’t have lab usually.

She’s already plating the pancakes when you walk out the bathroom, and you take a seat across from her on the small table placed between the living room and the kitchen. It was an awkward space but hey, at least it was better than nothing.

---

When Mina returns from her class, you’re washing the dishes from this morning. You’d procrastinated for about 30 minutes before dragging yourself over to the sink and convinced yourself that if you couldn’t wash these plates and utensils, you wouldn’t be graduating with the science degree you were currently studying for. It didn’t make sense out loud but in your mind it did, just like most of the concepts covered in class.

Without even a hello, she drops her bag by the couch and rushes into the bathroom, leaving the door open behind her. You turn your head back to the plate in your hand, finding the bright yellow of your cleaning gloves rather interesting and even twist the tap so that more water comes out.

“___? Do you happen to see a box of pills next to the first aid kit? It was yellow, I…I need it.” She calls from the bathroom and you hear the sound of items shuffling around in a rushed manner.

You shake your head, attempting to turn off the tap but end up splashing water onto yourself, soaking a part of your top. “Nope, I haven’t touched any-any pills in a yellow box.”

---

“You okay?”

Nothing.

“Sleeping?” You slowly push open the door to her room, poking your head around it. She hadn’t left her room since returning from her class and now it was late evening. To say you weren’t worried, would be a lie.

The duvet moves a little before Mina sticks her head out from under it. “Sorry, just feeling a…”

“Sick?”

“Uh,” She pauses for a long moment, thinking. “Something like that.”

Ah.

“Time of the month?” You ask a little too casually. “Do you want me to prepare a hot water bottle? Heat helps with the pain.”

The last thing Mina needed was more heat, she already was in one and without her suppressants, it was going to be a rather painful week. She shakes her head, pondering over the thought of whether it would be a good idea to tell you or not.

It wasn’t something she’d been able to slip up in a normal conversation and you knowing she was an omega wasn’t necessarily going to help with her heats, so she never did get around to telling you.

You weren’t an alpha, at least not to her knowledge so it wasn’t like you would have found out yourself. She would’ve been able to scent you out or the other way around, but it didn’t happen.

“Would you like painkillers then?”

“No, I’m good, thanks.” Pulling the covers herself only to yank them down as you turn to leave her room. “Actually…”

---

It’s near midnight and you can’t believe that you’re looking up omegas and heats on incognito mode on your laptop. Your feet resting on the edge of the coffee table as you scroll through website after website.

Mina had told you, albeit slightly awkwardly as if you wouldn't believe her, that she was an omega and you’ve read your fair share of fanfiction but you’re pretty sure that only existed in fictional pieces. Well, up until now.

“Does that mean she needs an alpha?” You mumble to yourself as you read. Mina’s sleeping at the moment, while she can. She was only experiencing her pre-heat as she explained to you and it was going to last three days. With her heat suppressants which she usually took, currently missing from their place in the bathroom cabinet, it was going to be difficult.

Just then your phone buzzes in the back pocket of your jeans and when you reach for it to look at the screen, it’s Haechan calling you. You swipe to answer it, tapping the speaker button before continuing your research on omegas and their heats.

“Hello!” He practically as soon as you place your phone on the arm rest on the couch and you’re quick to grab it.

“Oh my god- Haechan shut up, there’s people sleeping!” You whisper-yell into the phone, turning down your volume as your eyes wander over to Mina’s door.

“Well, I’m good thanks for asking.” He ignores your comment and you decide it’s better off to continue talking in your room, not wanting to wake your roommate up from her sleep, so you pick yourself up and make your way to your bedroom.

---

It’s the first day of Mina’s pre-heat and she’s still in bed when you get up. You’ve lent her all of your extra pillows after reading how omegas make nests just before their heats, last night during your quick research and they’re comfortable to mate in too, but she doesn’t have a mate.

You also tried to google ‘heat suppressants’, the pills Mina took during her pre-heat and heat to, as the name suggested, to suppress any symptoms of her heat but all you could find was heat pads. You know, the things that people use for mostly back pains and you doubt she had back pain.

Right now, you’ve made plans with Haechan to meet up at his dorm to begin working together on a project. He’s already got his stuff out on the coffee table when you arrive, bumping into Jaemin on the way in.

Jaemin is his roommate, and unlike you, the duo share a room. He’s a bioscience major so you’ve seen him in some of your classes with Haechan, and possibly one of the sweetest people you’ve met during your month at college, aside from Mina.

You open your laptop on the coffee table, next to Haechan and then reach for its charger, untangling the long wire before you get up to find an outlet. Haechan types in your password, it was your birth year, which he knew and the laptop displays your most recently opened tab.

Haechan has a raised brow as he stares at your screen and you don’t notice it at first until you sit next to him. When you go to check what he’s looking at, your eyes wandering over your search bar, your face goes hot.

“I, I-you weren’t meant to see that-” You tell him, straight up and quickly close it and Haechan smirks, curiosity getting the better of him as he questions you.

“Why were you looking up omega’s heats?”

---

“She’s a what now?” It’s just the two of you in the dorm so Haechan doesn’t speak quietly.

“An omega.” You repeat. Mina never told you to keep it a secret directly but you make sure Haechan knows to keep it himself before you tell him what your roommate told you this morning.

“An omega?” He repeats your words with scrunched up brows, to make sure he’s heard you correctly and you give him a small nod. “Are you sure? I mean surely that stuff doesn’t exist in real life…” He trails off, just as confused as you were when Mina told you and rests his head back on the couch behind the two of you.

“That’s what I thought too.” You’re resting your head on your hands as you mumble. “Mina says it’s gonna get worse, she’s only in her pre-heat. I wish I could help her.”

Haechan sits up, lifting his head from the sofa and glances at you. “Help her? How?”

“Make her heat more bearable in some way. I don’t know.” The heat suppressants didn’t seem to be available online when you tried to look them up and Mina was right, they aren’t just a click away.

You lean back on the couch, closing any omega related tabs before getting up. “Bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Eh, I haven’t picked up my clothes from showering this morning so just ignore that. Thanks.”

You roll your eyes, ‘typical’ you think to yourself as you walk into the bathroom, avoiding any of his clothes left on the bathroom floor. You’d once accidentally stepped on his shirt. It had what you thought was a toothpaste stain but upon closer inspection, it wasn’t.

The poor socks you were wearing that day didn’t get to see another day as you tossed them away, Haechan fake crying over his so-called children you step on. Your body shivers every time you remember the wet feeling under your foot.

When you return from the bathroom, Haechan has got his hands on your laptop’s keyboard. “I think I might have found something.” He speaks with a smug look on his face and you quickly make your way to your seat next to him on the rug. “But…”

---

You stare at the delivery date on the confirmation email, a frown painting on your face. “Her heat’s gonna be over by then!”

Haechan, somehow, had found heat suppressants online whilst you struggled to, but they took over a week to be delivered and unfortunately, they wouldn’t be helpful for Mina’s upcoming heat.

“Well, then the options are either masturbation or mating. The first one is not very helpful and we don’t have an Alpha at disposable so-” Haechan stops mid sentence and you look up from your laptop screen. “Mina never specified if it had to be an Alpha did she?”

“...no?”

“What if,” Haechan turns to his side and the look he has on his face makes you raise an eyebrow. “...I can become her al-”

“No.”

He pouts, sinking his head into his pillow at your immediate answer. The two of you are in his shared room, talking on his bed after most of the boys living in his dorm came back from their daily activities.

You’re sitting on the edge of his as he’s fully laying down on his stomach. “My roommate being in her heat isn’t a way for you to get your dick wet, Haechan.”

“Well then, how about you fuck her then? Do it with a strap on or whatever.” He mumbles and your jaw drops.

“What makes you think I have one?”

“You might not…but…” Haechan gets up, walking up to his closet and he opens it, reaching far in the back for a few unopened boxes. “Unopened and untouched.” He speaks in a sing-like tone, taking out them one by one and you grab one, inspecting the contents.

“Why do you have these if you didn’t plan on using them?” You question and upon checking the box in your hand, you confirm it was a vibrator.

“For situations like this you could say.” He shrugs.

---

Mina seems to take notice of your arrival back to the apartment, her bedroom door opening at the same time as you closed the front door. You place your laptop on the kitchen counter as she walks into the hallway outside her bedroom and her hair is wet. Cold showers apparently helped with heat symptoms but that wasn’t the case for every omega.

“Oh, you’re back?”

“Uh, yeah.” You glance at the clock, almost 7pm and you are unsure whether to hide the box in your hand or not. “I think,” You pause, really thinking about whether Haechan’s plan would actually work. “I think this is yours?” You say it more like a question, still unsure but Mina just looks at the box as you place it on the kitchen counter before you quickly change the topic. “Shall I make dinner, then?”

She nods, taking the box into her room and you send a quick text to Haechan, letting him know his plan was going as he said. So far.

‘Good now just wait n see’

“___?” You hear Mina call from her room a while later, as you’re cooking and she comes into the hallway. “What…What’s this?”

Just like this morning, Mina had been rather flustered when explaining her pre-heat and heat, it’s your turn to get all flustered as you try to explain the object in her hand. “It’s a…vibrator.”

“A vib…what?”

“A vibrator.” You repeat, dragging out the word as quietly as possible and you’re glad she’s got amazing hearing.

“Oh.” Mina stares at it. She’s rather calm but her face is flushed from her pre-heat symptoms and you know it’s only going to get worse from here on.

“Wait, it…” You reach for it, pressing the on button and it buzzes, the button glowing to let the user know it was charged up for use.

Mina’s surprised, not expecting it to do whatever the hell it did in her hold.

“Have you ever used one?”

Mina shakes her head and the suggestion that pops in your mind immediately makes you gulp, breathing heavy. “I can…help…”

---

You’re woken up by your phone ringing, the sound coming behind one of the large couch pillows and you blindly reach for it before answering it without checking who it was, not wanting to wake up Mina who was still sleeping in her room.

You’d spent the night on the living room couch and you were only two meters from your roommate, in case she needed anything. It was too hot in her room, so you didn’t stay in for long. Announcing your leave once she’d managed to control her breathing and was about to go back to resting, symptoms of her heat less intense.

“So?”

“Huh?”

“Did you help her, ___?”

You can hear the smirk in Haechan’s voice before you even realise what he meant. Turning your head to the direction of Mina’s bedroom, the door’s been left open by her and you see her stir from under her duvet.

“Yup.” You answer as you get up from the couch and you can’t help the way the side of your lips curl up when you remember the way her face contoured with pleasure last night.

“Nice!” Haechan adds. “Very happy for you but can you let me in, I’m outside and I’ve not got a jacket on. My balls might freeze and- Thank you!”

“Why are you up so early?” You let him in and he holds out a box for you to take after putting away his phone. “What’s this?”

“You’ll need it.” He watches you open it and you scrunch up your eyebrows as you hold it up. Haechan laughs at your reaction.

“How the hell do I even wear this-”

“Don’t worry about it, I got you.”

---

You can’t believe you’re being taught how to put on a strap-on by your best friend, kneeling on your bed as he adjusted the straps. He slides a finger to check if all the straps are tight enough and Haechan’s quite a touchy person but for some strange reason, you feel nervous. He’s got hold on your hips, moving you around as needed.

“Also,” Haechan leans in, burying his nose in your t-shirt as he inhales. “You smell great.”

“Hey.” You whisper, nudging him away with your arm but wanting him to stay too.

He’s talking about Mina’s scent on your clothes, omegas usually release this around the time of their heat so it’s no surprise that it’s on you too and it’s more intense in her room than anywhere else, at the moment.

You watch him attach the dildo which is truly realistic, with a little struggle of course but when it does manage to stay on it’s own, he asks you to move. “Okay, thrust now.”

“What?”

“Like-” He stands up, both his hands in front of him as he delivers a thrust into the air and you stay idle. “Look if you can’t use it, then it’s not really gonna work.”

“Turn around.”

“I need to see you use it though.”

So you do it, curling up on the bed immediately afterwards and Haechan tries to hold in his laughter, grabbing your arm as he tugged you back onto your knees.

“That was a good attempt but-”

“Was it really?” You frown, on your knees once again and he keeps a hold on your arm.

“Yeah-yeah, but,” Haechan brings a hand to your lower back, this time helping you and you’ve never been so affected by his touch before.

---

It’s late into the night before Mina’s heat is due to start and you’re working on assignments in your room with Haechan. You’ve left your bedroom door slightly open, not wanting to wake her up with how the two of you bickered as you worked away on your bed.

Making decent progress on the project you’d start three days ago when you hear a whimper and at first you brush it off. You think nothing of it but then you hear your roommate whimper your name even louder and it’s got you jumping onto your feet, as you hurry along to her.

Haechan is left on your bed, typing away on his laptop but you return moments later, a distressed look painting your face.

“It’s started.”

“The heat?”

“Yeah,” You chew at your bottom lip.

“Wasn’t it supposed to start tomorrow?” Haechans asks and he’s right.

Mina’s heat was supposed to start tomorrow morning and you feel like you’ve messed up her heat cycle by helping her. Mina usually took suppressants, despite their long term side effects and had never used another method to deal with her heat.

Haechan watches you search through your drawers as he asks you what you’re going to do and you hold up the item he had helped you put on two days ago.

“Can you help me?”

---

You're nervous and you're pretty sure you look ridiculous too, walking out your room and into Mina’s with a strap on, on. Haechan had convinced you that it would look weird doing it with your jeans on and that you should take them off but you are convinced it was for a different reason.

His fingers traced over your hips and inner thighs as he helped you put it on, adjusted the harness as needed. You’re glad your mind was elsewhere so you didn’t end up soaked through your underwear because Haechan would have never let you live that down.

“Mina?” You call out softly, pulling back her duvet to reveal her figure and she turns on her back, her breathing heavy. She’s looking right at you with a flushed face and the warmth that radiates off her body as you crawl onto the bed, is welcoming.

You push the covers aside, settling yourself in between her thighs and Mina just quietly watches you. You bring your hands up, fingers hooked around the band of her underwear as you ask for her permission.

Mina had gone from sleeping in her pajamas to just a camisole and underwear. Her body would get too hot at late moments during the night, leaving her panting as she’d attempt to wake you up with her whimpering but that was just her pre-heat.

“Please.” Her response is almost like a cry as she pushes down your hands along with the fabric you had your fingers around before letting you slowly pull them off. You watch the string of arousal connect to the soaked fabric as you remove her panties, dropping them on the floor.

‘She wouldn't be needed them anymore’ You think to yourself as you arrange her thighs over your own and move closer to her. The tip of the dildo attached to the harness prods her slit and she squirms.

Mina didn’t need any foreplay, the slick she produced was more than enough to act as lube and you push the tip of it inside. She inhales sharply and her walls clench around the plastic, just like they did with the vibrator, before you can move any further.

Leaning forward, you plant your hands on either side of her waist as you push more of it inside her before pulling out. Watching as Mina’s hips follow for more and you push yourself back in again, until she’s got most of the dildo inside her but still, she is desperate for more.

She places a hand on your lower abdomen, the fabric of your t-shirt scrunching under her hands as she pushes you back and you yelp as she gets on top. Her legs straddling your waist as she sinks down on the dildo, letting out a satisfied moan as it fills her right up.

You feel her place her other hand on your thigh, behind her and use it to help her move on the dildo. You watch her in silence, not wanting to miss any of the sounds that fall from her lips and you nearly forget how to breathe when you notice the amount of slick on the strap-on. It’s coated in it, leaking onto the harness and you let out a shaky breath that you’d be holding in.

“___, I thought you said you were gonna help her,” Haechan appears in the doorway of her bedroom and you swear you’d closed the door behind yourself. “But it looks like Mina’s doing all the work.”

At the mention of her name, she turns around but her hips don’t stop.

“You make an awful alpha.” Haechan points at you accusingly and you grab a hold of Mina’s thighs, thrusting upwards as her hips come down, showing him that you wouldn’t be a bad mate.

Mina squeezes her eyes closed, her jaw going slack as an audible, broken moan falls from her lips and she pauses on top of you for a moment. You’ve hit that spot inside her but only she knows that, and her being idle gives you enough time to push her back onto her bed, regaining control.

Her head crashes onto her pillows and both her hands have the edge of your top in their grip, the fabric scrunching up with each thrust. Her thighs closed around your waist as you began pounding into her, the sudden burst of energy during this late evening appearing out of nowhere.

Soon, you are pinning both her wrists on either side of her head as you tilt forwards and the dildo reaches even deeper with each thrust. The way Mina furrowed her brows, squeezing your waist with her thighs, you could tell she was getting closer and you slid a hand under her camisole. Taking turns to play with her boobs as you cup them and palm her hard nipples as she mewls, arching her back off the bed.

One of your hands still holds down both her wrists as you bring your face closer to hers, your thumb and index finger on her nipples. Her lips are mere centimeters away from your own and you can clearly see her moles. They’re so pretty.

You kiss the one above her upper lip and she’s quick to kiss you back. Your hand moving away from her wrists, giving her the freedom to wrap them around your neck and deepening the kiss. You kiss her through her orgasm, swallowing her moans and whimpering as you push your hips as far into her as you can.

Mina places a hand against her headboard, clenching vigorously around the dildo as she lets her climax wash over her. Her top has ridden up, the edge of the lace material sitting dangerously close to her boobs but it’s nothing you haven’t seen in the last few days.

You move your lips down, towards her neck and begin sucking, leaving Mina an even more of a mess than she already was. Not stopping until you are satisfied with the purple marks adorning the side of her neck and she can’t stop squirming underneath you.

Though you can’t give her the pleasure (or possibly the pain) of a knot like an Alpha would, you keep the dildo inside her until she lets you move back. You pull it out, resting it against her lower stomach before fixing her top.

“You were saying?” You glance at Haechan, a cocky smirk planted on your lips.

originally posted on ‘hotsaucehaechan’.

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dccomicsimagines · 4 years

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A Long Day - Jason Todd x Reader

Requested by Anon - Can you make a oneshot or hc on Arkhamverse!Jay where he comes home real beat up and tired and hurt so (wife)reader has give him a bath or else there'll be blood everywhere and just like 2 cups of fluff and a dash of angst? (Also, not NSFW)ak

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His entire body felt like an open wound with salt rubbed into it for good measure. A deep, primal groan came from deep in his chest as he heaved himself through the window of the apartment and crashed onto the floor. Soft thumps came from the ceiling. Jason sighed. The upstairs neighbors were at it again. Like rabbits. He rolled over to glare up at the ceiling.

"Jason." An angel appeared in his vision, looking down at him. Their brow furrowed. "Are you alright?" The angel disappeared and Jason heard the window shut tightly. The lock he installed clicked firmly.

"Just a little...sore." He pulled down his hood and took off his helmet. His stomach twisted at the thought of showing his face, but he forced himself to relax. The feeling never went away, no matter how many years had passed.

"Yes, this looks like a little." You appeared over him again. That little smile pulled at your lips. Jason's heart skipped a beat. How did he deserve someone like you? "You got blood on the carpet again."

Jason moaned, pushing himself to sit up. "Sorry, sweetheart. I'll clean it up." He shrugged off his leather jacket. You kneeled down to help him wiggle out of the arms.

You hummed. "I think a bath is an order. You're not going into our bed like this." Jason undid his belt and handed you his guns. You checked the safety and moved to put them away. "Can you get to the bathroom on your own? I'll prep the bath."

"I'll be fine." He stripped where he was to avoid getting dirt, blood, and grime everywhere else. In only his boxers, he picked up his suit and took it the bathroom. He froze at the sight of you kneeling beside the bathtub. Your hand was in the water, testing it.

You turned to look at him. "Jay? You okay?" The love in your eyes hit him like a ton of bricks. How could he still be so surprised? It's been years. The J burned into his cheek stun like it always did when he remembered it was there. How could you love him when he was a messed up, tortured man?

"Fine." He dropped his suit and jacket on the floor before he covered himself up with them. Part of him wanted to hide his scars from you. The shame was still there, even with the reassurance you had already seen every scar he had. You nodded, adding bubbles and salts to the water.

"I have to say. I'm relieved to see most of the blood isn't yours." You eyed him. "You busted your knuckles again, huh?" You got to your feet and grabbed the first aid kit. "May I?" You held out your hand carefully.

Jason blinked, confused. He realized he had been staring at you the entire time. "Oh, yeah. Thanks, sweetheart. I knew I married you for some reason."

Your laughter was music to his ears. "I knew it." You winked at him before you tended to his knuckles.

He flinched, hissing when you dapped the cut on his knuckle with alcohol. "I'm surprised you are still awake. I thought you would have went to bed."

"It's hard to sleep knowing about...well...you know." You bit your lip, not meeting his eye.

"(Y/N), you don't have to worry. It won't get bad this time. I have it covered." He pulled his hand away from you and hugged you. "There won't be another gang war. I'm stopping it."

"Jay, I know you're working on it, but you're only one person." You rested your cheek against his bare shoulder.

"One incredibly awesome person." Jason tightened his arms around you. "We'll be fine. Gotham will be fine." His eyes widened as tub was almost full. He jumped away from you to turn off the water.

You flinched at his sudden movement. "Oh." You laughed in relief. "I thought it was another rat."

“Another rat?” Jason blinked. “Did you find another one?”

“No, but when you see one, you kinda expect another.” You shivered. “Maybe the landlord actually took care of it?”

“Not likely. I’ll have another talk with him.” Jason slid off his boxers and climbed into the bath. The water was so warm, melting the soreness from his muscles like wax from a candle.

You smiled at the sight, picking up his suit. “I’ll rinse this off. Are you hungry? I can make you something quick.”

“Anything is fine, sweetheart.” Jason closed his eyes, leaning his head back. He heard you leave. The walls of the apartment were thin. If he listened carefully, he could follow your movements throughout.

Another series of thumps came from the ceiling. Jason opened his eyes at glare up at it. “I should get us a new place, a better place without rats or noisy neighbors,” he mumbled to himself.

He started to wash himself, wincing as his muscles complained at having to move. Just when he dunked his head under the water to wash his hair, you came in with a freshly made omelet and a glass of milk.

“That smells delicious,” Jason said, sniffing the air once he surfaced. You laughed, kneeling down by the side of the tub. You wet your hands and shampooed his hair for him.

“I need to go shopping soon. We’re almost out of everything.” You kissed his cheek. He closed his eyes, relaxing completely in your hands.

Jason moaned. “I’ll go with you.”

“Of course you will.” Your hands pulled away. “Dunk again.” Jason went under the water and rinsed out his hair. He surfaced with a gasp and happily took the plate when you offered it to him. “Eat up. I have your suit hanging to dry in the kitchen. Don’t worry. It’s out of view of the window.”

Jason hummed, inhaling down the omelet like it was the only food he saw in months. It reminded him the first meal he had after he had escaped from the Joker. He had sat down in a diner, using the twenty bucks he stole to pay for a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. It was the best food he ever remembered having until you cooked for him that is. “Good. Don’t want the neighbors to have a show.”

You sat on the edge of the tub, watching him eat with a smile. Jason met your eye. He smirked before offering you a bite. You shook your head. “I’m good, honey. You eat.”

“Are you sure?” Jason waved the bite in your face. He winked at you. “Come on.”

You sighed and opened your mouth to let him feed you. The two of you finished off the omelet, enjoying each other in silent company. After the plate was empty and Jason had downed the glass of milk, you left with the dishes.

The water was getting cold. Jason sighed, stretching his arms until they cracked and slowly got out of the bath. He unplugged the tub and wrapped himself up in the pink towel. Why did he let you buy pink towels? Jason chuckled. Right, it was because they were on sale.

You were in the bedroom when he entered. Jason’s skin tingled as he watched you change into the pajamas he had bought you for your birthday last year. He enjoyed the sight, but his body was too tired to do anything about it.

“I love you.” Jason came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist to press his chest against your back. You laughed sweetly, music to his ears.

“I love you too.” You turned your head to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Are you ready for bed?”

Jason smiled, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Only if you are.”

You hummed, giggling before you pulled away. “You’re not though, unless you want to sleep with only the towel around your waist tonight.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” Jason closed his eyes. “Are you okay with it?”

“I suppose.” You took his hand, leading him over to the bed and tucked him in. Jason sighed deeply. You crawled in next to him and curled into his side.

Jason felt all his stress and pain fade away as he nuzzled his nose into your hair. “I love you.” He chuckled. “I think I should take you on vacation. We haven’t taken one since we eloped.”

You hummed. Your eyes were closed, your body going limp. “Whatever you want, Jay.” Your hand moved to rest on his chest, just over his heart. Jason smiled and closed his eyes.

The sounds of the city were quiet for this time of night. He couldn’t imagine sleeping without it, just like he couldn’t imagine sleeping without you. The nightmares he used to get haven’t caught up to him in years. You chased them away. Jason opened his eyes to look at you. “You make my life better. You make me better.” He kissed the top of your head gently.

“Me too.” You mumbled, flinging your leg over his hips. “Go to sleep, Jay.”

Jason sighed. He fell asleep with a smile on his lips.

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mypoisonedvine · 4 years

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artificial scarcity || (soft)dark!Jake Jensen x reader

summary: you'll realize how good he can treat you, how badly you need him, one way or another. you just need a little encouragement, that's all.

word count: 4k, somehow...

warnings: smut! (dubcon; she is fully consenting but under dubious circumstances), drugging (technically), kidnapping, imprisonment, starvation, touch-starved reader, bed sharing, grinding/thigh fucking, size kink, spanking, implied stalking/voyeurism, implied noncon (kinda?), jake being possessive and manipulative and creepy

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble which is why the pacing might feel a little rushed in the beginning but I hope you guys don’t mind!

Jake was normally a relatively patient guy, especially with you since he had an obvious soft spot for the newest member of the team. But after months of trying to get your attention, of his abysmal flirting not getting him anywhere, of you becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of him as a friend and nothing else, his patience was running thin.

He was tired of waiting for the perfect opportunity to rescue you and show you that he was the perfect guy for you. He was tired of waiting for you to figure out that he could be everything you needed if you just let him. So, he figured he needed to manufacture a chance to save you; he needed to take away some things just to bring them back, show you what it was like to let him take care of you.

Getting close to you was easy, you were teammates and friends so you trusted him. The tricky thing was he didn't want you to know it was him, so he used your trust to lure you right into his trap.

Movie night tonight? There’s some cheesy slasher playing at the drive in at 1930, he texted you as soon as he could to the showtime to decrease the odds of you having any time to tell anyone about your plans to meet up with him; he’d rather not have the heat of being the last person to see you before your disappearance.

yeah sure! are you driving? you replied almost instantly.

Yep, I’ll pick you up at S Lamar and Hanover in 10, he informed you, knowing it was close to your apartment but far away from any security cameras or likely witnesses.

He parked a block away and walked around the corner to see you standing there under the flickering streetlight looking at your phone. You were waiting for him, and as he hid behind cover to come closer, you were clearly looking around for where he might be. Thankfully, you didn't see him or his tranq gun, and he got your neck on the first shot.

He ran to catch you before you fell, relishing the weight of your body limp and pliant in his arms. Somehow, he resisted the urge to play with you now, knowing it would be worth the wait to let his whole plan come to fruition.

The room he locked you in was dark and damp, barely any light but enough to see the half-full water bottle he left for you; your chain was short but you could reach everything you needed. It broke his heart to hear your cries but he had to ignore them, if he came in now it wouldn't make sense. He needed to be patient.

When the video feed from his camera inside showed that you'd fallen asleep for the night, he snuck in to bring you a new water bottle and a little granola bar since you'd screamed all day about being hungry. You seem surprised when you woke up and saw it, quickly grabbing the bar but taking a long time to examine and smell it first before eating, like you were afraid it was poisoned. But you ate, and drank your water, and waited for rescue.

Day 3 was the hardest to watch. You tugged at your chain so much that he worried you'd hurt yourself. He decided tomorrow was the last day because he couldn't take any more of this.

On the fourth day, he waited until you started to cry yourself to sleep before shutting down his equipment and finally coming to the door; he took a deep breath, preparing himself, before dramatically kicking it down and gasping when he saw you. He called your name into the dark and you barely had the energy to open your eyes, poor thing.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he yelped, dashing over to where you were chained and picking at the lock. "I'm gonna get you out, don't worry, you're safe now."

"Jensen...?" you mumbled sleepily, making him smile and stroke your face a little.

"Yeah, I'm right here."

He carried you to his car and drove you home-- not your old home, your new one which also happened to be his apartment.

"I think it's time to wake up, I'm guessing you wanna take a shower," he cooed at your sleeping form, watching you stir in his arms before finally blinking your eyes open and looking up at him.

"Oh," you whispered. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes," he laughed, "you've been out the whole ride here."

"Oh…” you repeated, “and where are we?"

"My apartment. I didn't want to leave you alone right now."

You nodded, seemingly in agreement. "You can put me down now."

He reluctantly did as you'd asked, watching you carefully put weight back on your legs.

"Woah!" he chuckled when you wobbled a bit, reaching out to catch you, but you recovered.

"Thank you," you whispered, and he smiled at you.

"Just wish I'd found you sooner.”

"Um, you said I can take a shower?"

"Yeah, down that hall, first door on the right. I'll bring you some clothes,” he explained, and you smiled weakly before navigating your way to the bathroom.

You looked so good in his clothes that his heart skipped a beat when he saw you step out into the living room. The t-shirt that was almost too tight on him was baggy on you, reminding him of how delicate you were in so many ways, how much bigger he was than you.

It reminded him that if he really wanted to, he could force himself on you and you'd be helpless to stop him. But that wasn't what he wanted. It was going to be so much better this way.

"Wanna go to bed now? I'll take the couch," he offered.

"N-no," you stammered, and he gave you a quizzical look. "I don't… I don't want you that far away."

"Okay, I could sleep on the floor," he bargained instead, "in my room, with you."

"No," you sighed again, "then I won't be able to see you."

"I'll be right there," he reminded you.

"It's a king, right? You can share with me."

"Are you sure?" he pressed. "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, please, this is the only way I'll be comfortable."

"Okay," he smiled, guiding you to the bedroom. He let you watch him take off his shirt and smirked a little when he saw you ogling.

"I usually just sleep in boxers," he admitted nervously. "I'll put on some pajama pants at least."

"It's fine, really," you smiled. "I don't wanna be any more of a burden than I already am."

"You're not a burden."

"And I'm not gonna wear pants to bed anyways," you shrugged.

"O-oh."

But he hadn't given you a new pair of panties to wear because he didn't have any to give you. Which meant that if you took off the sweats he'd given you, that'd leave you in his shirt and nothing else.

He tried not to let that thought go straight to his cock as he unbuttoned and pushed down his pants, seeing you conflicted on where to look, before getting in bed. You did the same, taking the sweats off once you were under the covers and tossing them out from under the blanket.

"Goodnight," he smiled as he turned off the lamp, hearing you whisper it back before starting to shift around and get comfortable.

He didn't have to wait nearly as long as he had expected to hear you meekly whisper, "Jensen?"

"Yeah, is everything alright?" he asked, voice full of concern.

"I… I don't want to ask you for anything else…" you sighed.

"No, hey, it's okay," he assured, "ask for anything."

"Would you, um, would you hold me?"

He cleared his throat a little. "If you need me to."

"Please, it's the only way I'll be able to sleep."

He sighed a little but relented, coming over to your side of the bed and spooning you, gingerly laying one arm over you and trying to avoid touching you anywhere too personal.

"Thank you," you sighed sleepily.

"Whatever you need,” he assured.

"Jake, why are you doing all this for me?" you asked quietly, turning back a little to look at him.

"You're my teammate, nobody gets left behind,” he explained. “Besides, this is all my fault anyways. You were waiting for me when they got you."

"No, Jake, don't say that. It's not your fault."

"Alright, but it's not yours either. You didn't deserve that."

“You’re right, but I don’t deserve this either,” you mumbled.

“Yes, you do.”

You shifted slightly against him, humming contentedly, and he groaned.

"I think maybe we should stop," he hissed, pulling away— but you stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"No, wait," you whimpered. "Why? What’s wrong?"

"I, uh, I guess I'm just experiencing some of the consequences of laying in bed with a beautiful woman…"

"Huh?"

"The, um, the biological consequences."

"I— oh,” you whispered.

"Yeahhh...” he trailed off awkwardly.

"No, hey, it's okay. I don't mind, I mean, you can't help it,” you shrugged.

"Sorry, I'm not normally this easily amused but it's been a while, so…"

"I understand," you assured, "really, it's okay… just don't go."

He just barely heard your gasp as he pressed himself against you, his shaft cradled perfectly between each soft globe of your ass. "Is this okay?" he asked quietly.

"Y-yeah," you answered, making him suppress a laugh since it was obvious you were noticing his size. He would bet a grand at least that you were getting wet right now, if he had anyone to bet against.

Your back arched a little, pushing your ass into him with more force, and you actually started to rock your hips ever so slightly.

"Stop moving," he hissed through his teeth.

"I'm not…" you denied weakly.

"Yes you are, you're… rubbing yourself on me."

"I'm sorry, it just feels good,” you admitted sleepily, surprising him with your forwardness. “You like it too, right?"

"Yes, but I feel like I'm taking advantage of you,” he admitted worriedly.

"You're not,” you promised, “you did so much for me— you saved me— and I want to help you, too. You said it's been a while since you were with anybody, I could help you out… you know, you could rub up against me until you…"

He groaned a little but leaned in closer until his lips were right against your ear. "Are you sure? Don't do me any favors, you don't owe me anything."

"I want you to," you assured, making him smile and nod a bit, taking a moment to enjoy a deep breath as he prepared himself.

Carefully, he began to rock his hips forward, rubbing his cock on you through his boxers. Even with a layer of cotton in the way he could feel your warmth, he could imagine how smooth your skin was. If you hadn't been able to make out the shape of him before, you certainly could now— the ridge of his head was probably digging into you, and on particularly long thrusts he could feel your ass against his balls (which, inversely, meant you could feel his balls against your ass).

He held your hips as he picked up his pace a bit, grinding into you and breathing heavily in your ear. You gasped and tried to hide a moan by biting your lip but he heard it. It was even more obvious when he whispered your name to you, heavy with desire, and rubbed your spine with his finger. Your back arched even further, inviting him to push harder against you until he felt the slightest wet patch forming on his boxers— not from him, from you. It made his cock throb and his breath catch in his throat.

Overcome with need, he pushed his boxers down quickly before getting back to it, both of you moaning at the feeling of his skin on yours. He was so close to your pussy he could hardly stand it, and he knew you must be dripping right now, desperate to be filled. He could probably slip right in and you wouldn't even stop him, but that wasn't what he needed from you right now. You needed to ask him for it. He knew you wanted it, but he needed you to know you wanted it.

A drop of precum formed at his slit, smearing onto your skin and easing his way further.

"I want you to feel good, too," he whispered. "I don't just want to use you."

He pushed his cock down and slipped it between your thighs instead, sliding right against your wet, silky folds. You whined beautifully as he thrusted forward, your thighs clenching (and therefore gripping him even tighter) when his cock slid right over your clit.

Your wetness was plentiful enough to drench him just from this, so he already knew the answer but he still asked, "does it feel good?"

"Yes," you sighed. "Yes, it's good…"

He knew he could make you come like this, and he knew exactly how to, but that wouldn't get him what he wanted. Instead he only gave you enough to keep you on the edge, moving too slow to really let you finish. You even tried to move faster but his grip on your hips was too tight, keeping you still so he could savor his own pace and keep you desperate.

"Fuck me," you moaned.

"I don't have a condom," he whispered nervously.

"I don't care, just please…"

That was all the encouragement he needed, pulling back enough to guide his head to your entrance before sliding right in. Your wet, hot walls stretched open to accept him, struggling against his girth but eventually giving way.

Your hand shot back to grab onto his thigh, trying to keep him from going too deep, but he had no intentions of holding back now that he was inside you; he delicately grabbed your wrist and guided your hand back to your chest where he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

"Baby," he moaned into your ear as his hips met yours. "This is my pussy now."

You gasped and shivered in his arms, eyes falling shut as he pulled back and pushed in again, incredibly slow but as deep as he could push himself.

Your moans were perfect, even better than the ones he'd heard when he hacked into your webcam because it wasn't just your fingers or toy anymore, it was him— exactly what you'd always needed, whether you knew it or not. He'd dreamed of this for so long and now that he had you he couldn't imagine ever letting you go. Every inch of your channel was like heaven, every moan was somehow more beautiful than the last.

"That's it, baby, take all of me," he purred when he pressed deep into your cunt, holding your hips so the tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of you. You made the cutest little choking noise and he kissed your neck while trying his best to make you do it again, moving faster and slapping his hips against yours more firmly.

"Jake," you managed to whimper, and he groaned through his teeth.

"Yeah, I'm right here," he promised. "That's me inside you, sweetheart, that's my cock filling you up."

He leaned back slightly and pulled your ass apart so he could see his cock stretching you out, disappearing into your body. It made his head fall back for a moment before he pulled you close again and started thrusting faster. He reached around and brought two fingers to your clit, rubbing it fiercely as he kept thrusting.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, "Jake, right there… I'm gonna come…"

He laughed a little, kissing your ear as a show of approval. "Baby, you're so sensitive," he praised, giving your clit a little spank. You cried out and shuddered, bouncing yourself back on his cock, meeting his thrusts. Amused by your neediness, he stopped moving and watched you go.

"There you go, sweetheart, fuck yourself with my cock. Make yourself come."

You whined and kept going, your ass slapping against his hips loudly. He kept rubbing your clit as you worked his cock, your walls starting to clench down on him rhythmically and your body beginning to shake.

The absolute second he heard you cry out with pleasure as you reached the peak, he grabbed you and rolled both of you over until you were on your stomach and he was brutally fucking you into the mattress. He could still feel you pulsing around his length, gripping him tight and pulling him deeper.

"That's it, keep fuckin' coming for me," he groaned. "Gimme one more and then I'm gonna fill you up."

"Jake!" you yelped, grabbing onto the pillow and even biting it as he slammed into you.

"You're so good, baby, your pussy feels so good," he growled, pinning you down by your shoulders as he sped up even more. He laughed when he felt your walls weakly fluttering, his balls hitting your swollen clit with each thrust. "Gonna come again already, baby? Just from my cock?"

"Yes," you sobbed hoarsely, "yes, Jake, I'm gonna come again— oh my god, please don't stop…"

"Oh, I won't stop," he assured. "You take it so fuckin' good, sweetheart, like you were made for it. Like you were made for me."

You moaned loudly and he took the opportunity to spank you— not incredibly hard but enough to make you whine a bit… and get even wetter.

"Oh fuck, you like that huh?" he purred with a grin. "You like it rough."

"Yes, fuck, I love it," you agreed with a moan. "I'm— I'm coming, Jake, don't stop."

"Yeah, I know," he chuckled, "I can feel it. Feels so good when you come on my cock, baby…"

You went suddenly from arching your back and gripping the pillow to falling limp and relaxing, your body his toy now as he fucked you to the point of overstimulation. Your moans were exhausted and muffled now, your walls clinging to him desperately as he continued stroking every sensitive place he could reach (which was all of them).

He could so easily pull out and paint your back, or jerk himself off over your ass, but if he was going to claim your body then he was going to do it right.

He didn't warn you in advance, just in case you suddenly decided to tell him to pull out, but he did make sure you knew what he was doing. "Fuck, I'm coming!" he moaned as his cock flexed and his seed filled you, still thrusting in time with each pump of his release. It was nearly overwhelming, physically and psychologically. He was finally filling you like he'd fantasized about basically every time he got off since he met you, finally making you his the way you should've been from the beginning.

He sighed and laid down on top of you, smiling as he kissed all over your face, neck, shoulders, and back.

You giggled sleepily, but whined when he tried to pull out, bringing your legs up to hold him inside. "Don't go yet," you pleaded.

"Okay, baby, I'll stay right here until you fall asleep," he promised. "Goodnight, beautiful…"

Not only could he not think of a night he'd slept better in his life, but he was pretty sure this was the best any man had slept in the history of sleep. But even then, he wasn't at all disappointed when you woke him up.

"Good morning," you whispered in his ear with a giggle, making him blink his eyes open and look down at where you were resting your face on his chest.

"Good morning," he returned with a grin, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

"Last night was… pretty amazing," you smiled coyly, and he stroked your cheek as he felt it warm even more.

"Yeah, you have no idea," he chuckled, lifting your head so he could give you a kiss. It was supposed to be quick and wholesome but you deepened it instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Just as you started to climb up to straddle him, he heard your stomach loudly growl and he pulled back to laugh.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but it sounds like you've got some other needs to take care of first," he smirked.

"Ugh, you're right," you sighed, "I'm going raid your kitchen."

"No, let me do that, I'll make you something— whatever you want," he offered, starting to sit up, but you pushed him back down.

"Jake, you've done enough for me already. I don't even know what I want, that's why I wanna go look at what you have."

"If you insist," he relented, watching you hop out of bed and playfully smacking your ass when it was within reach. You giggled and scampered away, leaving him to lay back and put his hands up behind his head, taking a deep breath of satisfaction. His plan had not only worked but gone beyond his expectations— clearly you had wanted this, on some level, from the beginning, you were too eager for him to believe otherwise. But that didn't matter now, because you were finally his and it was exactly as he'd dreamed it would feel: right, undeniably and overwhelmingly right.

He decided to take a break from basking in his own glory for a while to get up and find some food for himself as well. After all, he planned on fucking you at least one more time today so he'd need lots of energy to keep him going.

He slipped back on his boxers and walked to the kitchen, finding you there standing oddly still. "What are you doing?" he asked with a bemused scoff.

"Jake…" you mumbled, staring into the cabinet blankly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping closer but stopping in his tracks when he saw what you were looking at: a six-pack box of granola bars. He sighed a little as he internally chided himself for such a rookie mistake. "Baby, seriously, what's wrong?"

"I… these… this is the same kind they gave me… it was the only thing I ate for almost four days."

"Oh my god," he whispered, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around you to try to soothe you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring back any bad memories. You only ate granola bars for four days? Honey, you must be starving, please just let me cook you something—"

"No, not only granola bars: only a granola bar. Just one…"

You reached up to grab the box but he held you tighter, trying to stop you. Instead what happened was you accidentally knocked the box over, exactly five bars sliding out and landing on the floor with a crinkly thud.

You gasped with realization and tried to squirm away but his comforting hug turned into restraint instantly. "Jake, let me go…"

"I'm sorry, baby, but I don't think I can do that."

"Jake, please," you begged with a sob. "Why did you— how could you?"

"I know you had feelings for me, you just needed a little encouragement."

"Feelings for you? I hate you!"

"Huh, that's odd, because I distinctly remember you begging me to fuck you last night,” he taunted. “I remember you coming for me, twice. Is that what you normally do when you hate somebody?"

"You're a monster," you sneered.

"And you're stuck with me, whether you like it or not," he chuckled, spinning you around to bend you over the counter, pressing his hips against yours as you whined and failed to squirm away. "So you might as well let yourself like it."

#dark!jake jensen x reader #jake jensen dark fic #soft!dark jake jensen #jake jensen x reader

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Teach Me | KNJ Oneshot

pairing: wolf hybrid!namjoon x human!female reader

genre: smut, slight angst, dashes of fluff, basically porn with a dollop of plot

au: hybrid au, roommates to lovers

rating: explicit, nsfw, 18+

word count: 6.6k

warnings: slight angst, some pining, first time sex, public sex, unprotected sex, biting, scratching, hickies, breast play, knotting, cum holding, cockwarming, slight breeding kink, size kink (joon got a big cock), fingering, oral (f. recieving), multiple orgasms

House Jincubus presents: Room of Restraints

AU Type: Hybrid AU

Theme: First Time Sex, Public Sex

Kinks: Biting, Scratching, Hickies, Breast Play, Knotting, Cum Holding, Cockwarming, Breeding Kink, Size Kink

a/n: Finished this just in time... Didn’t mean to go so long without posting anything but please accept this as an apology. Thank you, thank you, thank you to my soultwin @escapingreality4now for running to my aid when I hit multiple writing blocks with this piece. your support and wisdom saved me. you always know what I need to help me through before I even think of it and i love you. Also, big big thank you to @kimtaehyunq for looking over this last minute to help me make sure everything flows. you are awesome and i love you!

“What have I gotten myself into,” you think to yourself as you walk through your front door from packing up your car.

The loud sound of something large hitting a wall somewhere in your apartment greets you upon entry. You peer down the hallway towards the bedrooms, eyeing your roommate’s, Namjoon, closed door as you make your way to the kitchen. The moment your feet touch the tile of the kitchen, you stop in your tracks. Eyes growing wide at the mess of your countertops. Various amounts of Tupperware half filled with chopped up meat, fruits, and cheeses are scattered around the room, proving to be the aftermath of somebody’s abandoned attempt at meal prepping. Another loud bang comes from behind Namjoon’s door, startling you as you let out a sigh. You walk up the counter and start to organize the food into the containers in equal portions as your mind begins to wander.

It’s only been nine months since you and Namjoon moved in together. Being best friends throughout college, the both of you decided to stay in the city after graduation. Agreeing to move in together to help split the expensive cost of rent that came with living in the heart of the city. You thought the only thing you’d have to worry about is the secret crush you still harbored for him and if it would affect you being able to live together. How naive of you to think that would be the biggest issue.

Namjoon is a wolf hybrid. You’ve never lived with a hybrid before. It’s not that you regret the decision, you just wish you would have thought to research what it would be like to better prepare yourself. Especially for one who is about to go through their heat.

In the beginning, living with Namjoon was going great. The close quarters and seeing each other every day brought you two closer and it didn’t take long for you to feel as if your crush wasn’t so unrequited. Only a few weeks ago Namjoon was placing soft good morning kisses to the top of your head or resting his hand briefly on your waist as he brushed past you. But just as soon as it started, it all had stopped. You continue with your task of sorting the food as you think back to the day he told you what was going on.

2 weeks ago

“Joonie, what’s all this meat for?” You ask, a slight giggle to you tone as you walk back up to the shopping cart. Namjoon stands there with two stacks of meat in his hands, the muscles in his arms flexing as he places the items into the cart. His pointed ears perk up at the sound of you walking up to him. His tail wagging sheepishly as he blushes, dimple ghosting his cheek as he gives you a shy smile. You can’t help but inwardly swoon at how attractive he looks. The bangs of his dark brown hair falling into his face as he stands up straight.

“Well, uh… My heat is coming up. Need to make sure I have enough food to make it through,” he says, eyes on you as he watches you process the news.

“Ah.” You nod your head in response. Not sure why you are as it’s not like you fully understood. Being human, hybrid heats weren’t exactly your expertise. You take another step towards the cart, placing the bottle of laundry detergent you had gone to retrieve on top of the growing pile. You hear a small cough and look up at it’s owner. You notice Namjoon staring at the detergent bottle with furrowed brows.

“Did I get the wrong kind?” You ask, looking back down at the item. You could have sworn you grabbed the right brand. The smell of this detergent being one you would know instantly. The subtle woodsy fragrance being one you associate very much with Namjoon.

“No, it is the one I buy. It’s just, um…” Namjoon trails off, scratching the back of his head as you look back up at him. He averts his eyes, avoiding eye contact with you as he starts again. “I was actually going to grab a bottle of yours.”

He continues speaking before you can say anything, answering your unspoken question. “I was going to take it with me to the hybrid hotel. In case I started to miss you,” he mumbles shyly.

You feel your cheeks heat at the sentiment. A blooming warmth in your chest begins to grow only to be cut off by your mind fixating on the rest of his words. “Hybrid hotel?” you repeat, your brows furrowing in curiosity.

Namjoon shuffles slightly on his feet as his eyes finally meet yours. “It’s a place for hybrids to go during their heat. Where other hybrids can get together for, umm…” He pauses, clearing his throat as his face turns a darker shade of pink. “... for help.”

“Help?” you parrot back in confusion before your brows shoot up. Your mouth dropping open as you let out a soft ‘Oh’ in realization. “Oh! Right, okay. Uhh, yeah. I’ll just go swap them out then.” You rush out the last of your words, snatching the bottle from the cart and turning around. You practically run back to the laundry aisle, not giving Namjoon a chance to say anything more.

As you place the last bit of meat into the last container, you remember how hurt you felt. Still feel if you were being honest. You wonder if he ever thought about asking you for help. You’d consider it, even though you don’t know what all that would consist of being. You remember thinking it would be something more comfortable to go through in your own home. Maybe he chose the hotel because he didn’t want you around. This thought is what led you to make the choice that you did. Considering his reaction when you told him your plan, it only added to your realization of how sorely uneducated you are on hybrid heats.

1 week ago

“You don’t have to go to the hotel. You can stay here.” You didn’t mean to blurt it out, catching Namjoon off guard as soon as you got home after work. You just didn’t know how to bring it up and you’ve barely talked to him, let alone seen him, since the grocery trip a week ago. So when you walked into the apartment and saw him folding laundry on the couch, you acted without thinking.

You can tell you startled him at the slight jump of his shoulders. He turns to look at you. A look of surprise displays across his face as he replies, “You… you want me to stay?”

“Yeah. I figure it would be more comfortable than any hotel,” you explain, walking into the living room and sitting next to him on the couch. A mix of his woodsy detergent and another scent hitting you as you get closer.

He looks at you curiously, a twinkle of wariness in his eyes as he goes to fold the blanket in his hand. “Are you sure you’d be okay with me being here?”

You let out a small giggle as you give him a reassuring look. “Joon, this is your place, too. Why wouldn’t I be? I just figured I’d help anyway I can.”

His ears perk up as he takes in your words. Eyes wide in shock as he looks at you. Mouthing dropping open to speak, but you cut him off before he gets a chance. ”Which is why I’ll be staying elsewhere for the week,” you rush out. “I have a coworker who's dating a fox hybrid and she’s offered a place for me to stay.”

You watch as his pointed wolf ears fall just slightly as he looks away. His features darkening as he clenches his jaw, grabbing his folded laundry and placing them into the basket. “So, you won't be here,” he deduces from your words, placing the last piece of laundry into the basket.

“No,” you reply cautiously. “I figured you’d want your privacy? I didn’t want to get in your way in case…” In case you wanted to bring someone to help. You finish the sentence in your mind. The words cause an uneasy feeling in your stomach.

Namjoon nods at your words, still looking at the basket in front of him. “Right,” he clips, grabbing the basket as he stands from the couch. “Well, thanks,” he mutters, his tone laced with annoyance as he walks past you. You get another small whiff of the other other scent coming from the laundry as he passes, identifying as the mystery scent as the lavender detergent you use. You watch as he walks down the hallway, still not looking at you as he slams his door, disappearing into his bedroom.

Another loud thud startles you, pulling you from your memory. You look down at the completed meal preps and let out another sigh. You make sure the lids are secure on the containers and begin to stack them in the fridge. You place the last container of food in the fridge and wipe down the counter. You inspect your t-shirt and jeans, making sure no food stains have found their way onto your attire, prompting for a wardrobe change. Having no other distraction to delay your departure to your coworker’s house, you decided now is as good as any time to hit the road.

Walking out of the kitchen, you stop in the hallway, looking back down towards Namjoon’s room. You figure it would be rude of you not to tell him you were leaving. You walk towards his door, raising a fist to knock when you hesitate. Wondering to yourself if he even wants you to say bye to him. You debate if you should ask him to give you a call should his heat end early. Or if he would like for you to call and check on him. Or even drop in to make sure he eats. “Oh god what if he has someone over?”

Before your mind could dwell too much on that thought, the door in front of you swings open, bringing you face to face with the tall, brown-haired hybrid. His ears pointing up in shock to see you standing there.

“Why are you just standing here?” He asks you as he holds open his door.

“I, umm,” you stammer, the sudden appearance of him catching you off guard. “I’m about to head out. Just wanted to tell you bye before I…” You trail off, taking in his appearance. He had a plain shirt and gym shorts on. Sweat is building on his hairline as you notice his breathes seemed slightly uneven. Your eyes trail down his arms, ogling at how noticeable buff they look, wondering if his upcoming heat has anything to do with how they look larger than usual. You catch the sight of his house keys in his hand and nod to them. “Are you going somewhere?”

He looks down and clears his throat. Taking a step forward around you and closing his door. “Uh, yeah. I forgot to settle something at the bookstore. Didn’t set for Jimin to have access to process payroll. It needs to be sent out while I’ll be gone,” he says, walking down the hallway to the front door.

You follow him, grabbing your keys from the kitchen counter as you pass by. “Do you want me to drive you and drop you back off? I don’t mind.”

“No, I got it. I’ll take my bike.” He grabs his jacket and reaches for the front door. You try to shake off the feeling that he doesn’t want to be around you and go to offer again.

“But, Joon it’s…” You’re cut off by the loud curse Namjoon lets out as he opens the door, taking in the state of the weather outside.

“It’s raining,” he finishes your sentence. The sound of raindrops hitting the pavement hard filling the brief silence that follows. He turns to look at you as he lets out a small huff. “Yeah, a ride would be appreciated. Thank you.”

You give him a soft smile as he holds the door open for you, closing it behind him as he follows you to your car.

The drive to the bookstore was silent. The rain drowns out any music playing from the radio during your short drive to Namjoon’s work. You pull up to the curb, parking right in front of the storefront to give Namjoon the shortest trek in the rain possible. He unbuckles his seatbelt, grabbing the door handle before he stops and turns to you. “You can come in if you want. I don’t know how long this will take me and it will probably be more comfortable than waiting out here.”

You give him a smile, nodding at him as you pull the keys out of the ignition. You both speed out of the car and towards the shop, managing your best to stay as dry as possible in the short distance. Locking your car, you follow Namjoon into the bookstore. Once inside, a warm, angelic voice greets you.

“Welcome to Cypher Bookstore! Oh, Namjoon! Didn’t expect to see you for another week,” the cute blonde male behind the front desk addresses your roommate, smiling when he notices you standing behind him and reaches out his hand in greeting. “Hi, I’m Jimin. Namjoon’s favorite employee. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You’re my only employee,” Namjoon grumbles as he walks around the counter towards the back office, stopping briefly as he turns and motions towards you. “This is my roommate, Y/N. I’ll be here for just a little bit. Forgot to do something before I left yesterday.”

You shake Jimin’s hand, giving him a smile as you see his eyes light up. A sudden realization forming in his mind as he looks at you. “OH, YN! I’ve heard so much about you,” he sing-songs, letting out a little chuckle as he notices the faint trace of confusion on your face. “You’re one of Joon’s favorite topics,” he whispers as he raises his hand to block his mouth. It was only for show, seeing as his volume was still loud enough for Namjoon to hear from the office. The wolf hybrid pops his head out of the open office door, interrupting Jimin before he could say anything else.

“Hey, Jimin. Why don’t you go take a quick lunch while I’m here? I can watch the store. We shouldn’t get very much traffic with this kind of weather.” By the way Namjoon glares at Jimin, you both can tell it was more than just a suggestion. Jimin gives Namjoon a thumbs up as he smiles, winking at you as he walks around the counter and heading towards the door.

“It was nice to finally put a face to a name. See ya!” You wave him bye as Jimin bounces out the door and into the rain. You watch as he disappears out of sight when you hear Namjoon call for you, turning to look at him from across the desk.

“You can take a look around if you want. I’ll just be in here if someone comes in or if, you know, you need anything,” he says, giving you a half smile. You nod your head, huffing out a small “okay” as you turn around, venturing into the small two story shop.

You roam around, taking in the numerous shelves of books, all sorted by what seemed to be genre and author. In the middle of the room, you notice an iron spiral staircase leading up to another section of the store. A loft area that would overlook the entire bookstore if it weren’t for the long curtain that blocked it off.

You walk up the staircase, entering into the cozy little section as you make it to the top. You notice only three bookcases in the small area. The rest of the space fitted with a table in the middle and a medium sized couch against the wall behind it. You figure it’s an area created for study groups or research. Your assessment is confirmed when you browse the loft’s reading contents. Various informational books and research journals line the shelves once again sorted by genre. Your eyes stop on the label marking the start of the ‘Hybrids’ section. Eyeing the titles, you find one that catches your attention. You reach for it without a thought as you read the name of the book in your mind. A-Z on Hybrid Heats. Flipping it open, you turn and walk around the table, sitting down on the couch as you stop on the page titled Heats.

Heats are a biological mating cycle all hybrids go through. Heats can last 4-7 days and begin with fever and increased pheromone production (see Pre-Heat).

You continue down the page, skimming the sections leading into information on heat triggers and heat suppressants. You come up on the section of breeding, reading through prevention options when your eyes stop on a word that catches your eye. Knotting. You flip to the page it points you to. Your eyes grow wide when you’re met with an anatomical picture of what knotting is. You continue on, taking in the brief explanations the book offers on knotting, marking, and various other terms. You knew heats were a time where a hybrids sex drive was high, but you had no idea it consisted of all this. You didn’t realize sex for a hybrid would be that much diffierent.

As you look back up at the anatomy diagrams, your mind wanders to the wolf hybrid just a floor below you. Is this what happens with him? Does it hurt? Has he ever marked or claimed anyone before? Surely not, as it seems like a one and done type of ordeal. You would know if he had someone in his life like that, wouldn’t you?

“Would he ever consider me?” you think to yourself, eyes closing as you picture what it would be like between you and Namjoon. Would he be rough? Would he be gentle? You begin to fantasize what it would feel like. Him buried to the hilt inside you, his knot growing as he grabs your chin. Moving your head to the side, exposing the bare canvas of your neck as his other hand roams over your body. Mumbles of how you belong to him and only him falling from his lips as he plants kisses across your body. The mental imagery causes you to squirm in your seat. You rub your thighs together, trying to find some relief as you feel your growing arousal start to leak from your core.

“What are you doing?” Namjoon’s voice comes out of nowhere, snapping you out of your day dream as you shoot up from your seat, the book dropping from your lap and onto the floor.

“S-sorry, I was just reading while I waited,” you stammer under his gaze. Feeling like a little kid caught looking at something they shouldn’t. You take a look at Namjoon, noticing how he was now drenched in sweat. The knuckles of his hands turning white as he holds onto the railing by the staircase. “Are you okay?”

“My heat,” he growls. The tone of his voice is an octave lower than usual, the deep rumbles of his baritone causing another slick of arousal to leak from you. Namjoon’s eyes flicker down to your groin before looking back up at your face. His eyes watch you hungrily as he speaks through clenched teeth. “It’s starting early.”

“Oh, okay,” you nod, bending down to grab the book you dropped off the floor. Trying your best to hide the cover as you walk around the table. Hoping he won’t see the title when you pass him. “Let me put this up and we’ll hurry and get you home. Namjoon?!?”

You barely make it past him when he reaches for your arm, snatching the book from your hands and glancing at the front cover. “Why are you reading this? He asks, a single brow quirking up in half amusement.

You reach for the book, letting out a small gasp of surprise when Namjoon stops you, catching your wrist with his free hand. “Answer me.”

“I was just reading to pass the time.” You can tell by the way his ears twitch that he could sense the lie in your words. He tosses the book to the side. A soft thud echoes in the small loft as it hits the ground. He starts walking you backwards into the room, hand still wrapped around your wrist.

“I can smell you, you know,” he drawls. Your eyes grow wide as you blink back at him. Cheeks heating with embarrassment as you immediately know what he’s referencing. “Is that what was getting you all worked up? Reading about my heat?”

You feel the back of your legs hit something solid. Placing your hand on the surface behind you, you realize it’s the table. “Why read that book?” he asks again, his dark orbs piercing into yours as he waits for your answer.

“I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do to help.” Your voice is hardly above a whisper, but considering his close proximity, you know he’s able to hear you. He eyes you carefully, moving his free hand to brace itself beside yours on the table. You notice the strain in his arm muscles. As if he was trying to hold himself back from you, despite how little of a distance there already was.

“Help,” he mimics. You notice one of his pupils is already half blown, something you think is a cause of his brewing heat. He leans in closer to you, his nose barely touching yours. “Like more than just giving me my privacy at home?”

You push yourself slightly off the table, trying to stand up a little straighter as you look the wolf hybrid in the eye. You take in a deep breath, replying to him with as much certainty in your tone as possible. “Yes. More than just giving you privacy.”

You barely register his growl before you feel his lips on yours. His mouth devouring you hungrily as you return his kisses. A small moan slips past your lips as his free hand cups your face, tilting it to the side as he traces small nips across your jawline, ending just by your ear.

“You know, I can teach you so much more than that little book,” he purrs. The insinuation of his words traveling down your body and straight into your core. Your hips grinding up into his out of instinct as he pulls away from you just slightly.

“I need to know you want this,” he says to you. Breathing heavily as he searches your face, looking for any traces of doubt.

“I want this, Joonie,” you answer him, moving your free hand to cup his face. You watch as his eyes flutter shut at your touch, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Teach me.”

The moment the words leave your lips, his eyes shoot open. His gaze full of hunger and lust as he no longer holds himself back. His lips come crashing back down on yours. He lets go of your face and wrist and reaches for the button of your jeans. You help him remove them, sliding them down your legs and kicking them off as he lifts you up. Sitting you down on the edge of the table as your legs wrap around him, drawing him in closer to you. He presses his hips into you, his growing bulge pushing right into your weeping, cloth covered core. Your panties, soaked from your arousal, were sticking to your skin as you grind your hips in him. Namjoon’s hands scour your body. He lets out a soft moan as he brushes his hand over your breast, giving one a soft squeeze as he trails his hands down to the hem of your shirt. He breaks the kiss, lifting your shirt up over your head, a soft groan of approval at the sight of your lace covered chest. You take the opportunity to do the same to his, tossing his shirt to the side before grabbing his shoulders and bringing him in for another kiss. He rips at the back of your bra, breaking the clasp as he tears the offensive fabric from your body. You find it hard for you to care, feeling his desperate need for you too much of a turn on to dwell about the ruined garment.

He lays you back on to the table, kissing down your body and stopping at your breasts along the way. He wraps his lips around a hardened bud, massaging the other between his thumb and finger tips. He sucks lightly, pulling off with a pop as you let out a soft moan. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this,” he confesses, trailing kisses across your skin before circling your other nipple with his tongue. He takes it in between his teeth and gives it a small bite. You breathe in sharply from the sensation, gasping out your response as he starts to trail kisses further down your body, sinking to his knees in front of you.

“Me, too, Joonie. Wanted you for so long.” You take in another sharp breath as he moves his face between your legs, nudging your clit with his nose before moving your panties to the side. He runs his tongue up your slit, gathering your leaking juices on the tip before flicking it against your sensitive bud. He brings his tongue back into his mouth. A deep guttural growl resonating from his chest as he savors your taste. “All for me” he growls as he reaches for the top of your panties. Pulling them down your leg and tossing them to join the previously discarded clothing.

He leans back into your core, planting soft kisses around every part of you except where you wanted him most. He moves over to your thigh, giving the soft flesh a nibble before sucking on the skin leaving rose colored patches trailing back towards your center. You feel him place his fingers on either side of your entrance, splitting your lower lips apart as he makes a V with fingers. You let out a small whine, reaching down to find the top of his head and weave your fingers into his hair. “Joonie, please. No teasing,” you beg.

The breath from his chuckle tickles you as he leans back in, flicking your clit again with his tongue. “So needy for me,” he mumbles, taking your clit between his slips. A soft moan slips past your lips as he slowly begins to suck rolling his tongue around your swollen bud. You feel him gathering your wetness on his fingers, slipping two of his digits into your slick hole with ease. You arch your back, mouth dropping open at the stretch as he pumps into you, scissoring his fingers every other thrust. “Need to prep you quick. Can’t wait any longer, “ he huffs out between licks, inserting a third finger into you as he picks up his speed. You thread your fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands each time he brushes against the small patch of nerve inside of you. Your walls start to flutter around him, alerting you both of your oncoming orgasm. Namjoon continues with his pace as he wraps his lips once again around your sensitive bud. “Come for me,” he demands. The words are muffled but your body hears it, obeying him as if it knows nothing else. Your orgasm leaves your body quivering, your toes curling in as a high pitched whine falls from your mouth.

You feel Namjoon pull away from, a soft groan rolls through your chest from the loss of him inside of you. You look at him through hooded eyes as he stands, hovering over you as he sticks his fingers in his mouth, cleaning them of your release. Your eyes flicker down to his large bulge, watching as his other hand busying itself as he palms himself over his shorts. Leaning up on your elbows as you observe Namjoon’s every motion of dropping his boxer and shorts.

Your eyes grow wide the moment his impressively large, erect member is released from its clothed cage. He grabs a hold of himself, pumping his throbbing length as he moves closer to you. Namjoon is huge. You can’t help but not feel surprised considering the build of him. You feel your core begin to clench, your pussy crying to be filled by him. Your mouth starts to water, your tongue wanting so bad to lick the precum leaking from the mushroomed tip. “I want to taste you,” you purr, pushing yourself up off the table. A pout forming on your lips as he shakes his head, laying you back down as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Later baby,” he groans as he rubs his cock between your swollen lips. “I need to feel you.” He slowly starts to push in, catching your lips in an opened mouth kiss, swallowing every one of your moans. The feel of him stretching you open burns slightly, the sensation overridden by pleasure as Namjoon slips his hand between your bodies and rolls circles around your clit. You swear you could feel him in your stomach when he stops, still pleasuring your swollen bud as you adjust to the size of him. You want to tell him to move, breaking apart the kiss to do so when he speaks first.

“Just a little more baby. You think you can take in all of me?” He asks you, a shit eating grin splitting across his face as he notices the shock on your face.

“There’s still more of you?” You breathe out, peeking down in between your bodies at where you’re connected.

“Oh yes baby,” he coos, trailing kisses down your throat. “And it’s all for you.” Namjoon takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking lightly as he pushes his remaining inches inside you. Your back arches, pushing your breast further into his face as he bottoms out. A deep groan rumbling through his chest as he starts grinding into you.

“Move, Joonie.” Those words were all Namjoon needed to start up his pace. The first few pumps were slow, his hips stuttering ever so slightly as you can tell he was trying to hold back, to ease you in. His control falters as you pull his face up to you from your breast, whispering “faster” into his ear as you wrap your arms around his back. Your nails anchor into his muscles as he unleashes at an unrelenting pace.

Namjoon pumps into you with fervor. The storm and your surroundings fading into an abyss as the small room is filled with the sound of your shared wanton moans. Each thrust pushes Namjoon deeper and deeper. His length makes it easy for him to hit you in all the right places. Your nails leave red welts on his back with every pass of his tip over the rough patch inside of you. By the occasional hiss that leaves Joon’s lips, you can only guess a few of your love marks broke skin. Very soon, you feel a warming sensation building inside of you again. You shut your eyes, trying to sooth your body to hold out just a little longer.

Just as you feel yourself near the edge, Namjoon slams into you, pausing his relentless onslaught as he lifts you up from the table. Your legs wrapping around his waist for balance. He starts walking you around the room. The accumulating sweat of your naked bodies causes you to slowly lose group. You slip from his grasps just a little, your nails clawing into his shoulders as you squeeze your legs tighter around him. The action makes your walls clench around Namjoon’s member, still buried to the hilt inside of you. The sensation causes Namjoon to stumble, groaning as he braces you up against the nearest bookcase. “Fuck, baby,” he mumbles as he buries his face into the curve of your neck, nipping at your skin as he slowly grinds his hips up into you. “If you keep doing that, I’m not going to last much longer.”

You make your walls give him a playful squeeze, not able to help the giggle that escapes your lips as he pulls his face from your neck and glares at you. “Is that how you want to play?” He growls as he pushes you further against the bookcase, grabbing ahold of your waist as he reels his hips back. He pounds into you furiously, your head tilting back as your mouth drops open. You feel the warmth in your center resurfacing, growing fast as Namjoon bounces you harder on his dick.

You didn’t realize you had moved away from the bookcase until you feel the soft fabric of the couch hit your back. Namjoon lets out a soft grunt as he falls slightly on top of you, readjusting the two of you into a comfortable position in between each thrust. He shoves his face into the crook of your neck again, nipping along your collarbone as he transitions his movements into a slow grind. You feel like he’s holding himself back again and you silently hope you don’t ruin the mood with your next words. “You can mark me, Joonie. Only if you want to.”

You feel Namjoon’s hips pause as his shoulders tense under your arms. He leans up, wide eyed as he meets you face to face. “Y/N… You don’t know what you’re asking for. I mark you, I claim you. You’re mine forever.” He cups your face in his hands, his eyes watching you so intently, you feel as if he could peer into your soul. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yes, Namjoon. I’ve only ever wanted you.” The look in Namjoon’s eyes turns feral as he dives down, taking your lips into a passionate kiss. His hips pull back, reigniting his pace with one hard thrust as he once again begins to pound into you. Releasing you from his kiss, he grabs your chin turning your face to the side as he whispers into your ear.

“All mine, huh? Pretty baby wants me to claim her? Want me to mark you? Mate you? Fill you up with my pups?” He continues to fucking into you as he insuates each point of his speech with hard thrusts. “You want me to pump you full of my cum? Fuck you until you’re good and pregnant?”

His words have your mind turning to mush. Thoughts of being his and only his taking over your every thought. A future where you bear his children. A future with him. You can hardly make out the words of agreement that fall from your lips as your entire body starts to tingle. Your walls begin to flutter, the subtle indication causing Namjoon to quicken his pace, helping you chase your release alongside his.

“Come with me baby.” Your mind barely registers Namjoons words as waves of euphoria flow through your body. The power of your orgasm minimizes the sudden stab of pain on your shoulder from where Namjoon’s canines pierce your skin from his bite. You feel his length twitch inside of you as spurts of his come fill you to the brim. Suddenly, you feel an uncomfortable pressure just past your entrance. The excessive stretching of your walls causes you to whine as you try to squirm free. Namjoon caresses the side of your face as he peppers kisses around his mark, whispering to you that it’s okay. You let your body relax as much as possible. The ringing in your ears subsides. The only sound you hear now is the mismatched heavy breathing between the two of you.

Namjoon places his arm next to your head, trying to prop himself up to keep as much of his body weight on top of you. He leans up just a bit, the movement causing his knot inside you to slightly tug at your entrance and you wince. Namjoon freezes before lowering himself back down a bit. “Sorry,” he huffs out in a chuckle. Kissing you on the lips as he rubs tiny circles with his thumb on your hip. “I know this can’t be comfortable, but it’ll go down soon.”

“It’s okay,” you breathe out, reaching your arms up to wrap around his neck. “I can handle it. Anything for you.”

He smiles at your words, leaning in closer to you to rub the tip of his nose against yours as you smile back at him. You both lie there for a few minutes, relishing in the feeling of being so full of him as his cock slowly softens inside of you. The feeling doesn’t last much longer as the realization of where you still are sinks in. “Um, how soon is soon though?” you ask. Your nerves make you feel suddenly very exposed under the fact that anyone could have walked in during your activities.

Namjoon leans back up and gives his hip a little test tug. With no signs of resistance, he continues to pull completely out of you. The both of you wince at the loss, you once more as you feel the mixtures of your releases starting to spill out of you. Namjoon catches the escaped fluids with his fingers, pushing it back inside of you. “Fuck, I need to get you back home,” he says as he moves off the couch, retrieving your discarded clothes and bringing them back to you. “Seeing you like this will definitely be something that could set off my heat again.”

You let out a giggle as you grab your panties, slipping them on before any more of his release tries to slip out. “We’re lucky Jimin didn’t get back early.”

As if on queue, you hear the front door chime, alerting you of someone’s arrival. “Hellooo! Joon Y/N? You guys still here?” Jimin’s voice trails up the stairs as you and Namjoon look at each other, eyes growing wide in panic. You both scramble to throw on the rest of your clothes. Barely getting the final pieces settled in place before Jimin’s blonde hair comes into sight. He stops at the top of the stairs, head cocking to the side in curiosity as he sees you and Namjoon standing awkwardly by the couch. Mischief twinkling in his eyes as he crosses his arms. “What have you guys been up to? Y/N, what’s that on your neck?”

You reach up to your shoulder, feeling part of the bite mark sticking out of your collar and pulling your shirt to cover the rest. Namjoon lets out an awkward cough, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the stairwell. “I was just showing Y/N around. But it’s time for us to go, see you in a week.”

You give Jimin a wave by as you follow Namjoon down the stairs. As you make it to the front door, you hear Jimin call down from the loft, “I hope you have a great vacation, Joon. Have fun you two.”

You see Namjoon’s cheeks flush pink as he pulls you faster out the door and towards your car, the weather taking a temporary break from the rain. Opening your car door for you, he waits for you to start to get in before tugging on your arm, bringing you back to standing in front of him. He pulls you in for a kiss, the both of you breaking into a smile before it ends. Oh yes. Fun you two will most definitely have.

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Well, here is the stupid thing I was alluding to. It’s mostly a filler chapter, but yeah.

Harley’s Plea for Help, Chapter 3

“Well, that took a while,” a relatively deep female voice smoothly drawled. The plants placed right next to the window pulled away, no longer blocking the pathway inside. The two figures who were perched right outside the windowsill took the invitation and climbed inside, the shorter of the two looking at the woman who had spoken and smiling widely.

“Auntie Ivy!” Marinette happily exclaimed, making the redhead across from her grin back.

“That’s me. It sure is nice to actually see you in person, little Marigold,” she held out her arms for a hug, which Marinette instantly ran in to accept. “Video calls are never quite enough, are they? You’re so tiny! Are you sure you eat alright?”

“Auntie Ivyyyyyy,” Marinette whined, knowing full well that Ivy was just teasing her.

“So, what took you all so long?” Ivy asked Red Hood, even as she kept her arms wrapped around her soon-to-be daughter in law. “Usually you bats are all about getting back on the streets to punch people, we didn’t think you’d be bringing her in at almost one in the morning.”

Hood shrugged, thumbs hooked in his pockets. “Your little garden fairy nearly gave us the slip. Went straight out the back exit instead of doin’ anything showy like we half expected and we almost missed her.”

“I stopped as soon as I noticed who they were, I swear!” Marinette pulled away from Ivy, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t expect Momma to send them to babysit me before our first full day being in Gotham. In hindsight, though, I really should have.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Ivy agreed with a smirk, ruffling Marinette’s hair and making her pigtails go a little crooked. “And I know for a fact that you’ve done some stunts off your balcony back in Paris, so at least I know you can be responsible and hold yourself back from doing the same here. Must get that from me, because we both know it doesn’t come from Harley.”

Marinette and Hood both had to laugh at that. Being responsible was definitely not a trait that Marinette could have inherited from anybody in her family tree, that was for sure.

“Are ya makin’ fun of me in front of my daughter?” the comically scandalized voice announced the arrival of one Harley Quinn, who walked into the room in white onesie pajamas with a poker print on them. All of the “joker” cards were crossed out heavily with red sharpie, and a few of them had black-sharpie devil horns and handlebar mustaches vandalizing them. Marinette even caught one such card with a googly eye on it, the matching eye having fallen off and leaving only a small circle of since-dried hot glue where it used to be. “If you guys are gonna be that way, fine! Ivy dyes her hair!”

“No she doesn’t,” Marinette deadpanned, clearly fighting against a giant grin. The corners of her lips gave her away, they never stopped twitching with repressed mirth. “But you do. I got the pictures to prove—- aah!” Harley tackled her daughter to the ground, attacking her with tickles immediately.

“Take it back! My hair is naturally blond!”

“Yeah, naturally— hahahahaha! Sandy blonde! You— hahaha! Have just as much brown— stop I can’t breathe! hahahaha!— as yellow!”

“Hmph,” Harley finally backed off, crossing her eyes and looking away from Marinette with an exaggerated pout. “How dare you reveal my darkest secret?”

“I was a natural redhead even before I got my powers,” was all Ivy had to say, looking all too amused at this turn of events. “Your original costume completely covered your hair.”

“Don’t worry, Harley,” Red Hood butted in, reminding the three girls that he was still here. His tone suggested that he was definitely smiling under his helmet. “We found out about your hair dye years ago.”

“I just cover up the brown parts! It’s not like I’m changin’ much,” she argued before standing up again. “Thanks for gettin’ my cupcake back safely, little birdie. Oh, that's right! I made cupcakes! Hang on, lemme grab one for your trip back!” with that, she span on her heels and ran back further into the apartment. Marinette dashed over to Hood, immediately shoving him to the window.

“Quick, save yourself! Momma can’t bake for her life!” she whispered urgently. “I’ll say you were called away for an emergency, just hurry!”

“It’s not even a lie, getting away from Harley’s baking is an emergency,” Ivy agreed, waving as the vigilante took their advice and fled. It was only three seconds later that Harley slid back into the room, nearly falling due to the feet of her onesie having pretty much zero friction. Her face immediately fell when she saw that her victim was gone, leaving her standing there with a cupcake that was about twice as much frosting as actual cake, covered in sprinkles like a kid’s craft project that was smothered in glitter. The frosting was also shapeless, just heaped on the cake like a half-melted scoop of ice cream. She sighed in despair.

“There goes my chance of giving a bat diabetes. You guys warned him, didn’t ya?”

They both nodded shamelessly. “We’re not that cruel, Harley,” Ivy defended, getting up from her spot on her cushioned armchair and wrapping an arm around her fiance’s waist before she kissed the top of her head gently. “Hood got our little Marigold back safe and sound, and he’s even started a garden at his apartment. He doesn’t deserve to be poisoned by you.”

“I thought you said he got a single cactus at the flea market last month,” Harley deadpanned, making Ivy shrug.

“Might as well be a garden for him, and it’s something he’s not likely to kill so that’s a plus to me. He’s actually taking really good care of the little baby.”

“Speaking of garden!” Marinette gently took the sad excuse of a pastry away from her mom and sat it down on a side table before ushering both of them over to the living room and onto the sofa. “My garden back home is growing so big, I don’t think I can keep everything much longer. I barely have room to walk on the terrace, with all the vines and leaves and branches. Got any ideas of what I can do?”

“Of course! Do you have pictures, Marigold?”

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Slipping back through her hotel window at six in the morning was risky, since it involved climbing the wall and hoping nobody saw, but her classmates were so unpredictable that it was the only way she could be sure nobody would find out that she had violated curfew and snuck out. Of course, having Red Robin waiting outside her mom’s apartment’s terrace to escort her back helped. At least she knew that no street cams would record her comings or goings, and his grappling hook made the whole scale-the-hotel-wall business much more efficient.

Once she was inside, she sighed happily. “Thanks, now—“ her apology was cut off as Red Robin held up a finger to tell her to wait.

“Hold that thought, be right back. Don’t move.”

Thinking, rightfully, that something was wrong, Marinette obeyed. She watched Red Robin leap off of her hotel balcony and disappear into the streets. Immediately, she began a search to make sure her room had been left untampered— everything important had been packed in the backpack that she had taken to her mom’s place, but still. Could never be too careful. By the time she finished checking for bugs or any signs of snooping, Red Robin landed back on her balcony.

“Here we go.”

Turning to face him, Marinette opened her mouth to ask what the problem had been— only to tear up a little and walk over to the vigilante.

“Oh, my hero. Truly, my one and only savior. Knight in shining red Kevlar. I’m running on two hours of sleep and you have read my mind!” The pigtailed drama queen eagerly took the coffee that he offered her, and he sipped from a larger cup that looked like he had grabbed it from the same place. Marinette almost instantly sighed in gratitude when the hot drink lightly scalded her tongue. This. This was the elixir of life.

To his credit, Red Robin was able to restrain himself to merely an amused smirk. Probably because he was running on just as little sleep as she was. “Sorry it’s only a small, I figured it was best to have something you could finish quickly and easily hide the evidence for. If you need more caffeine, I happen to know that Wayne Enterprises has a very good coffee shop in their main hall. You’ll be touring there today, right?” He asked, taking another sip as he waited for the answer that he already knew.

Marinette nodded absently, drinking in the euphoria of her coffee as she tried to both savor it yet finish it as quickly as safely possible. When she came up for air, she said; “Yeah, that’s right. We’re touring Wayne Enterprises for most of the day, having lunch there, and leaving for dinner after the tour. Then we have a visit to the Gotham Museum of Fine Art, and we’ll stay there until about eight-thirty before heading back to the hotel.”

Red Robin nodded, then turned and looked out the window at the slowly rising sun. Sunrise was always a bit later in Gotham, partly because of the abundance of high-rises and partly because of the thick cloud cover and ever-present fog on the edges of the city making everything seem darker than it should have been. He had to be at work soon himself, which is why he had been chosen to escort her to the hotel in the first place, but that meant that he had to be heading off.

“Alright. We arranged for a bodyguard we trust to keep an eye on your class during the WE tour, but he doesn't know who you are or that we’re the ones who asked. We’re still in the process of arranging someone to shadow you after the tour, but we’ll tell you about that once it’s solidified. Until then, follow the usual self-defense procedures if you suspect anyone of following you. You have the panic button we gave you?”

Marinette nodded, gulping down the last of her coffee and carefully putting it in her room’s tiny trash can. “Got it. Thanks, again. Seriously,” she met his eyes— or, probably did since they were hidden behind that weird white film that the whole Batfam had covering the eyeholes of their masks. “I mean it. For listening to me, for listening to Mom. It means a lot. I’ll keep the panic button on me, and I’ll use it if I think I can’t handle a situation on my own. I’ll cooperate with the people you get to watch over the class, and I’ll do my best to not get into any trouble. No promises, but I’ll do my best,” she maintained eye contact until Red Robin nodded, hiding his expression behind his coffee cup. After a second, he cleared his throat.

“Well then. We’ll contact you once we have anything to say about your intel. Until then, I gotta go. And by the way?”

Marinette tilted her head curiously as Red Robin paused for just a moment on her balcony railing, aiming a smirk back at her. “Yeah?”

“Welcome to Gotham.”

And if she couldn’t help but smile widely as he grappled off into the fog-veiled sunrise? Well, only she had to know. She wasted no time closing and locking the glass balcony door, and pulling the curtains over it completely. Once that was done, she couldn’t help but do a little shimmy of Joy. She was caffeinated, she met Auntie Ivy in person for the first time, she got to sleep next to her momma— and she was in Gotham! Technically her hometown— or town she was conceived in? Didn’t matter. Point was, even with the chaos and dark energy clouding the very air, she couldn’t help but feel like she belonged in that city. Like that was where she was always meant to end up, where she could thrive and the environment that she was made to thrive in. The environment that she was born to start fixing.

She beamed at herself in her bathroom mirror as she gave herself one more once-over. Yeah, so far her visit to Gotham was going much better than she could have hoped. Now, she just had to make sure it stayed that way.

Three businesslike raps sounded against the door to her room, just in time for Marinette to feed Tikki one more cookie and straighten her purse on her shoulder. Madame Mendelieve’s voice called out from the other side of the door in her usual no-nonsense bark;

“Dupain-Cheng! Room check! It’s time to get up, we’re meeting down in the lobby in ten minutes.”

Marinette ran up to the door, not quite able to contain her energy, and swung it open with her trademark large, beaming smile.

“Way ahead of you, Madame Mendelieve!”

Her science teacher blinked, adjusting her glasses on her nose as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

“Ah. You’re already awake and ready?”

Marinette giggled and nodded. “Yup! I was so excited for the tour that I could barely sleep! Does the hotel breakfast include free coffee?”

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The hotel breakfast did, in fact, include coffee. What it did not include, however, was free coffee that Marinette could reasonably stomach. Especially after the heaven in a cup that Red Robin had gotten for her earlier, the watered down motor oil in the hotel lobby had been unbearable. She had barely managed two sips before regretfully throwing the rest away. Which is what brought her to stand in line at the very same coffee shop that Red Robin had mentioned was in the main hall of Wayne Enterprises, as the rest of her class mingled and waited for their teachers to check their tour group in and their tour guide to arrive.

“Hmm. Sorry, this is my first time ordering here,” she apologized when she reached the counter, gaining a slight lopsided grin from the barista at the register. “Um, I usually like strong coffee, with a lot of caffeine, but I also like something sweet. I don’t need anything too complicated though, do you have any recommendations?”

The barista gave her a customer service smile that seemed just a tad softer at the edges than usual. “Sure! So, we can add an extra shot or two of espresso to any of our drinks, to make it stronger and give it an extra kick. If you’re looking for good sweet flavors, the classics are our white chocolate or caramel. But we also have a seasonal syrup right now that I personally love, which is our cinnamon butterscotch. Did you wanna try that?”

Marinette smiled widely. “That sounds delicious! Then, if I could have your largest size café latte, hot, with… two extra shots and that syrup? Does that sound good?”

The barista actually let loose a soft laugh, already keying in the order. “If you’re a coffee lover and a sweet tooth at the same time, then you’ll love it. If not, come back during your tour’s lunch break and I’ll make you something else.”

Marinette made a little more small talk as she handed over the proper cash for the order, and grabbed her drink after just another minute’s wait. She turned around, taking a sip of the unsurprisingly heavenly coffee and started off to join her class.

Only to realize none of them were where she had left them. She sighed, starting to reach into her purse to see if anyone had texted her about where they were going, but a heavy presence stopped her. She could feel him approaching from in front of her, slightly to her right, but she couldn’t hear him at all. On guard, she straightened up and turned to observe the potential threat.

A security guard. Marinette blinked, running over what she had been told earlier that morning. Was he..?

He seemed to notice her instinctually defensive posture because he raised his hands to show he meant no harm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to catch you off guard,” he apologized. “I’m the guard that was assigned to your tour group. I offered to stay behind until you got your coffee while the rest of your group went ahead and got the run-down on all the boring rules and whatnot of the tour. Figured you’d already know everything they had to say anyway, you’re the class president right?”

Marinette relaxed her posture, nodding and sending the man a relieved smile. “Yeah, that’s right. Well, that explains why they left without me then. Usually Madame Mendelieve is strict about following rules though, how’d you convince her to go on without me?”

The man chuckled, jerking his head to show that she should follow him as he began to lead the way to a side door. Marinette kept her guard up just in case, but wasn’t too worried. If nothing else, she was still in the middle of a super crowded building and the other security guards around didn’t seem concerned. She could easily yell for help if she needed to.

“Well, can’t you tell it was my devilish charm?” He teased, grinning. He waited until she rolled her eyes to continue; “but really, I’m like a second tour guide. She made me show a lotta proof that I’m actually assigned to you guys and not just faking it, not that I can blame her. Eventually she saw the logic in my suggestion and agreed. See, there they are,” he pointed casually ahead of them in the large side hallway they had entered. Sure enough, near the end of the hallway was her class at what looked to be the tail-end of a standard rules-and-guidelines speech from the tour guide. “By the way,” the guard spoke up again, holding his hand out. “My name’s Jason. You’ll be seeing me more often, since I’m supposed to guard you guys for all of your visits to the Tower. Call me if you need help with anything, ‘kay kid?”

Marinette grinned, now positive that this guy really was the guard that Red Robin had said was assigned to her class. She switched the hand she was holding her coffee in so that she could properly grab Jason’s hand for a shake.

“Got it, Monsieur Jason. Let’s both hope I don’t end up needing your help though, I think that would be easier on both of us,” she joked, earning a chuckle from the large man. And— yeah, now that she was relaxed, he really was big, wasn’t he? Then again, Marinette didn’t always realize when people were a bit larger or more buff than they should be. Living with her dad had seriously skewed her perception of the normal size of an adult male (which, she learned when she was seven, most definitely was not almost seven feet tall and muscled enough to make a pro wrestler jealous). But she would like to think she had gotten better in that aspect, and Jason was definitely a big guy. A little over six feet tall, she thought, and though the guard outfit hid a good portion of his physique, she could tell he carried enough muscle to do serious damage if he wanted to.

With a wave, she left him to join her class and sipped at her latte. She had figured that the Bat Clan’s criteria for civilians that they would put to guard her class had to be high, but now she had to wonder just how high. Most police officers or security guards were fit, sure, but not like Jason. Casting a quick glance back at him, she confirmed that he had quite a few faded but visible scars. Again, more than your average officer even for Gotham. Who had they tasked with her class’ safety, exactly?

An elbow in her side distracted her from her thoughts, forcing her to blink and stop her cup from going back to her lips. The grin of none other than Adrien Agreste greeted her when she snapped out of her own head long enough to pay attention to her surroundings. He jerked his head to indicate that the class was already starting to move off.

“Come on, Mari or you’ll get left behind again,” he teased. She grinned back at him, rolling her eyes but falling into step beside him as they followed at the back of their class. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were gonna marry that coffee. You haven’t zoned out that badly in years,” his tone was light and cheery, but Marinette didn’t miss the concern in his emerald eyes. She sighed, gently bumping her shoulders against his in silent reassurance.

“I’m fine. Just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all. But this really is good coffee. Elixir of the gods,” then, just to provoke him, she took a giant gulp of the still steaming hot drink. Adrien grimaced in pained sympathy even though Marinette didn’t seem affected at all.

“Oww, Marineeeeeeeeeette,” he whined. “Don’t do that, my throat hurts just watching you guzzle hot coffee like that,” he complained, rubbing at his neck to make his point clear.

“Wimp,” she teased, unrepentant. Adrien just groaned dramatically.

“I’m not a wimp, you’re just concerningly used to burning your throat from the inside out,” he accused. “Anyway, how’d it go?” He was being deliberately vague, but it was obvious to her what he meant. He was only one she had told about visiting her mom, after all, just in case she needed a quick getaway.

In fact, he was the only one of her friends that she had even told about her biological parents. Alix knew too, but only because of time shenanigans. Marinette was fine with it now, but still.

“It went great,” she smiled widely at him, keeping her voice low but casual. “If I have a chance, I’ll introduce you sometime during the trip. I have a feeling you’ll love Auntie Selina, but I have to meet her first. All I have so far are stories.”

“Fair enough,” Adrien agreed easily. “But you don’t have to, you know that right? I’d love to meet your family, but I’m also fine just being your pseudo-brother like I have been up until now. I know it might be a bit… uncomfortable, for you.”

“Nah,” Marinette shrugged. “Nerve wracking, maybe. But that’s also about half the things that I do in my life period, anxiety is no joke. I’ll catastrophize for a while, but I know you’ll love them and they’ll love you.”

“Sounds like they have paw-some taste,” he didn’t even miss a beat with his puns, earning a playful glare for his efforts.

“Never mind. You’re a heathen. Disowned. Who are you?”

“Mariiiiii,” he whined, causing them both to laugh for a while before focusing on the tour.

So far, so good, Marinette thought.

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Part 1 Part 2

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Characters/Fandoms I will write for currently

💙 = I’m Currently Super Inspired To Write For This Character

Marvel/X-Men

Bucky Barnes

Loki

Peter Maximoff 💙

Pietro Maximoff

Helmut Zemo 💙

Hank McCoy

Ralph Bohner 💙

Vision

American Horror Story

Tate Langdon

Kit Walker 💙

Kyle Spencer (Pre- and Post- Death)

Jimmy Darling 💙

James Patrick March 💙

Kai Anderson

Fallout 4

Nick Valentine

Hancock

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

Armitage Hux 💙

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Finn

Han Solo

Assorted/Random

Diarmuid Ua Duibhne - FGO

Cu Chulainn/Cu Alter - FGO

Warren Lipka - American Animals 💙

Enjolras - Les Miserables

Grantaire - Les Miserables

Gabriel - Supernatural

Imagines - REQUESTS CLOSED

Songs From Musicals Y/N Would Sing To The Evans

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

How The Evans (+ Quicksilver) Would React To Yoplait’s New Gushers Yogurt

Characters: Tate Langdon, Kit Walker, Kyle Spencer, Jimmy Darling, James Patrick March, Rory Monahan, Kai Anderson, Peter Maximoff

Rating: T

Would The Danny Bunch Survive A Holiday With My Family?

Characters: Laszlo Kreizler, Alex Kerner, Niki Lauda, Andrea Marowski, Ernst Schmidt, Helmut Zemo

Rating: T

Headcanons - REQUESTS CLOSED

Modern! AU Armitage Hux Boyfriend Headcanons

Zemo With A Well Dress S/O Headcanons

Zemo Getting Jealous Headcanons

Oneshots - REQUESTS CLOSED

Marvel/X-Men

Helmut Zemo

One Last Night In Madripoor

Synopsis: Baron Helmut Zemo is a lonely, wanted man looking for some fun, you’re a piss-poor bounty hunter in search of a connection before leaving your life of crime behind, and fate has brought you together at a party the likes of which has never been seen before. You only have one night left in Madripoor, so why not take a chance?

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 4200~

Still Some Catching Up To Do

Synopsis: As a member of the criminal underworld, people walk out of your life all the time. Some are killed, others kill themselves, most get caught and only a couple get out of the life unscathed, disappearing into the world never to be seen again. Very few walk back in. So when your supposedly incarcerated ex-lover, the Winter Soldier, and the Falcon waltzed through your door and made you murder your boss, needless to say, you were surprised and more than a little bit pissed.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 6800~

Nine Years Starved

Synopsis: It had been a little over nine years since Helmut Zemo lost his family, his country, and his sanity. Nine years since his last kiss. Nine years since he felt like a human man. Finally, he was ready to start over again, but first, he had to pay his penance back where it all began; Novi Grad. That’s when, by the grace of the fates, he met you.

Rating: G

Word Count: 7000~

Daddy Dearest

Synopsis: Not everyone gets lucky enough to go from being a broke college student in New York to being the sugar baby to literal royalty, but not everyone is you. Most people would be worried about messing things up or losing him to someone else, but you knew he would never find another baby just like you. Besides, you knew exactly what to do to keep him wrapped around your little finger. He may have been the daddy, but you pulled the reins.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 8000~

In Fleeting Touches & Airy Sighs

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Synopsis: As a wanted man, Helmut Zemo spends most of his time jumping from place to place in the hopes of avoiding a trip back to prison. Unfortunately, that means he can’t always be home in your arms. When he is, though, in the rare moments of calm, you’re reminded of just how worth it it’s been to wait, even if that wait was only shortened by the arrival of your enemies.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 35,700~

Two Bodies In The Rain

Synopsis: It was raining the day you finally had to admit your feelings to Helmut. You hated to tell him the way you did, under the grey skies as your blood pooled below you, but at least you knew, in the end, he had seen the real you, even just once. That was enough.

Rating: T

Word Count: 5600~

Rest

Synopsis: Living life on the lam with your escaped super-villain lover means things rarely slow down enough for a real rest. When the exhaustion starts to take its toll on you, though, he knows exactly what to do to ease the pain. He may not be a good man, but he’s a good husband when it counts.

Rating: T

Word Count: 3200~

American Horror Story

Jimmy Darling

Red Nights In Jupiter

Synopsis: At the end of another long day, you fall into bed with Jimmy Darling. The men you served throughout the day don’t matter then, nor do the coins in the mason jar by the door, or the women scheduled to attend Jimmy’s next Tupperware party. No, in that quiet darkness it’s just you and the man you love, bone-tired and happy to be home. Who could ask for more?

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3000~

James Patrick March

Heartsick

Synopsis: When you fall ill, James is given a forceful awakening about how he’s been neglecting your needs and what he must do to prevent harm from befalling you again.

Rating: 16+

Word Count: 3700~

In Sickness And In Health

Synopsis: Normally people don’t have their wedding and funeral on the same day, but you and James don’t quite have a normal relationship, do you? Besides, you wouldn’t wanna go any other way.

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 5500~

Fallout 4

Currently Empty

Star Wars

Currently Empty

Assorted/Random

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Long Form Works/Series

Young Artist!Zemo AU

Chapter One: The Boy With The Easel

Synopsis: About a month into your first semester at Novi Grad’s top university, you finally meet the strange young man that you’ve taken to calling “easel boy” in the back of a bookshop. From a distance, he always seemed cold and aloof. As you get to know him, though, you realize things aren’t always what they seem.

Rating: T

Word Count: 7000~

Till Forever Falls Apart (A Peter Maximoff/Reader Series)

Chapter One: Welcome Home

Synopsis: As if getting thrown through the multiverse, trapped in an attic (albeit a cool one), mind-controlled to manipulate his grieving sister, and subsequently dragged out of Westview “for his own safety” by the FBI wasn’t enough, Peter Maximoff has now been shipped off to New York to live with a glorified baby sitter like some tragic orphan in a comic book until they find a way to get him back home. Things are not always as they seem, though, and this change might just be for the better.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2400~

Chapter Two: The Doctor Is In

Synopsis: Peter’s first few days in his new home are mostly uneventful, so he decides it’s the perfect time to dust off his running goggles and steal some shit. The building with the massive circular stained glass window seems like a great place to start! People with buildings that lavish are usually rich and weak, so what could possibly go wrong?

Rating: T

Word Count: 2800~

Chapter Three: It’s Always Been You

Synopsis: After a month of adapting to his new universe, Peter Maximoff can confidently say that he likes his new life more than his old one. Sure, he misses home sometimes, but he’s been far too busy flirting with his new roommate to spend time crying over the things he’s lost. Everything is smooth sailing until a strange journal in his roommate’s study leaves him with more questions than he knows what to do with. Now he’s on a mission to discover who he’s really living with before she has the chance to turn against him.

Rating: T

Word Count: 8600~

Chapter Four: Before You Go

Synopsis: Peter, after days of contemplation, has realized that part of him loves Y/N no matter what she is or what she’s been through. Unfortunately, he can’t find her anywhere. When she finally returns home with the intention of leaving again, Peter realizes it’s his last chance to tell her how he really feels. Will he succeed, or will he fail to be fast enough once again?

Rating: T

Word Count: 4000~

Chapter Four And A Half: Gimme Swayze

Synopsis: Now that the issue of Y/N leaving is out of the way, and Peter has finally kissed her, he falls into the motions of learning how to love someone for the first time. It’s easier than he thought it would be.

Rating: T

Word Count; 2600~

Cakes For The Evans: A Blogging And Baking Adventure!

Kai Anderson’s Disaster Cake

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mintygracious · 3 years

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Viego x Rookie!Female Reader Part 3

Just pretend i didn't disappear from 2 months due to life drama. But anyways here is a new chapter. Its slightly rushed and maybe out of character.. and no Viego content .=. Sorry but there will be next chapter but it will be all according to your choices. The choices with the most votes will lead the path for the next chapter. Thank you! The choices will be at the end of the chapter

"Get down!" The Sentinel commander exclaimed across the area. The team did as told, providing a better view of the undead monster for her.

A huge beam of light blasted from her gun, taking down the monster in seconds. The undead screamed horrors of pain before disintegrating to nothing.

Everyone's face lightens up, released from the pressure. You sat on the floor, exhausted from the battles.

Few weeks had passed after you left Camovor for the mission. Those few weeks were filled with nothing but regrets, pain and emptiness.

You tried keeping a brave face but the others noticed, especially Vayne who came and tried to comfort you? She wasn't the best at comforting but you could see she was trying.

The others assured you will be okay and you can go back to the forgotten kingdom once the mission was over.

They, of course, had questions on what made you this upset after coming back, knowing there was nothing but plants in the land aside Viego held bondage.

They had suspicions but they trust you enough not to think too much about it and decided that you were probably facing traumas from the event. So they never questioned and gave you small comforts or bring you to a safe place so you can have some space and rest.

But that wasn't enough...

Leaving Viego just like that when he was in the time of recovering wasn't the best idea...yet you left. You worried that he might have already tried to bring death upon himself or worse. And you prayed to the aspects of Targon that he would be safe.

The guilt in your heart grew each day, ignoring it with distraction didn't help you in any form

Too drowned in your thought, you didn't notice a wraith jumping towards your direction, its claws ready to shred you into pieces.

A bright arrow pierced through the air, killing the wraith in an instant before it barely reached you. You flinched, catching yourself back to reality. The Demacian Sentinel quickly approaches you. "Kid, you need to watch your guard" She exclaimed, slight anger seem in her eyes.

You blinked, slowly nodding in response. Vayne sighed, patting your shoulder. "We should have never bought you back."

"But-"

"You are still a beginner, kid. Months of training, missions or not." She spoke, shooting another wraith away from the both of you. "What we faced before wasn't something you were ready to see or fight"

You opened your mouth to argue but decided against it as the older sentinel squeezed your shoulder. She then helped you up as she once again shot another wraith.

"Let's get this over quickly. So we can head back to base"

You gave a nod, grabbing your Wayfinder and started shooting the wraiths that swarmed around the group.

"The isle never stop resting, reckon that" Lucian mumbled, dashing beside his beloved wife as he shot down several wraiths. Senna on the other hand scanned the area, searching for something.

Several shots of beam surrounded the area, taking down several wraiths. A burst of confident male laughter rang across the battlefield as he swung down to make a pose in front of you and Vayne, holding his Absolver.

Vayne rolled her eyes in response to his dramatic entrance. "I hope I wasn't too late" Akshan smiled, approaching you and Vayne. He gave a pat on your shoulder before getting elbowed by Vayne.

"A little earlier next time" The female sentinel spoke, slightly glaring at him before rushing off to help the others. Leaving you and the rouge sentinel, fighting off the wraith side by side.

"So Rookie, any new scoundrels that need to be taken down by Akshan?" He asked. You just gave him a small chuckle, shaking your head. "We took them down before any harm" You answered. He nodded.

The battle went on for a while, most of the wraiths have been taken down by then. Thanks to Senna and her quick thinking plans.

"Keep on the watch, Sentinels. The mother should be around" The commander exclaimed. You stayed close to Akshan, the Wayfinder at your grasp.

You held your breath, glancing around each direction, hoping to find anything soon so things could get over quickly. But the scenery did not make it better for you, memories of Viego started flashing towards your vision, giving you a harder time to focus... Why did the place had to remind you of him every time?

The rouge sentinel noticed the odd breathing you gave out and turned to you. Cold sweats dripped from your face, giving him a sign that you were unwell again.

He shook you lightly, snapping you out of your trance. You blinked a few times in response and glanced at him. He gave you a worried smile. "Perhaps it wasn't the best to bring you back here, Rookie" He spoke, patting your shoulder.

"No. I can handle the beasts" You argued. Akshan shook his head "You are strong to face the beasts of the mist but not the memories that hunt you" He pointed out, you sighed in defeat.

He then pushed you down, barely dodging the huge claw of the wraith that was swinging on both your ways. "A little more awareness next time alright?"

You nodded, slightly embarrassed as he helped you back on your feet. "Thanks" You muttered, he nodded and started shooting the huge beast that appeared out of nowhere.

You ran left and right, using your remaining strengths to shoot down the huge wraith as a team. The others followed along, using as much space as possible to surround the wraith and trap it within the circle all of you had made.

You wiped your forehead, wiping out the sweats as you glared at the wraith and stood your ground. You pointed out your Wayfinder towards the wraith, following the idea that the others did as they too rose their weapons.

Senna then gave the signal and everyone started shooting. The wraith screamed in pain, its scream piercing your ear but you continued shooting.

Left and right everyone moved, avoiding getting hit by the wraith as it slowly disintegrates.

You smiled, thinking it was over, falling to notice the huge clawed hand falling towards you. "Rookie, watch out!" Lucian called out. You glanced up, noticing the danger and started running to safety.

But you were slapped hard before you could reach safety, making you fly across the area. You groaned in pain as you hit the ground. You suddenly felt liquid running down your face, making you realize that you were bleeding.

The others rushed to your aid, worried expressions washed all over their face. "We have to head to base" Vayne suggested to Senna who agreed.

You groaned in pain as Riven helped you up. "Just relax, it will help lessen the bleeding" She advised.

Senna glanced at you." Are you able to bring us back?" She questioned, you nodded slowly. Pyke then handed back your Wayfinder that had slipped from your grasp when you fell. You muttered a soft thank you before charging the Wayfinder.

A few seconds passed, you activate the Wayfinder. A blast of light surrounded the area, sending everyone back to the Sentinel base.

You dropped your hand, lessening your grip on the Wayfinder. A groan escaped your lips as the pain returned. You silently cursed.

Riven helped you settle down and checked on you. "You just fractured an arm." She said, giving you slight relief.

She was then handed a medical aid kit, helping you clean the scar that sliced across your cheek, you winced from the pain silently.

She then placed a bandage on your wound. You gave her a thank you and leaned against the wall as you let Riven treat your fractured arm. You glanced around, noticing everyone was talking and discussing with each other. You sighed, closing your eyes.

Riven soon finished, letting you have your own space. You took in a few breaths, trying to push away the memories that surfaced. You twitched in struggle, not succeeding as regrets continue spitting in your heart and mind.

Maybe you should go back to Camavor and comfort Viego and apologize to him. But at this state, he could either worry about you or take advantage of you. Maybe you should wait till you recover and return, but will it already be too late by then? Or was it the best not to enter his life again?

Your train of thought was interrupted by Senna, whom you didn't notice had approached you with Lucian, Gwen, Vayne and Akshan. You glanced over her, eyebrow raised.

"Rookie" Senna started, bending down to your level. You gave a nod as a response to her. "You've been quite troubled lately we can see. And we understand that the whole event was too early for you to face. But you need to speak up" She placed a hand on your shoulder, a sign of comfort.

"But you need to learn to trust us. Just as how we trust you. We, Sentinels, are here not only to help the lost and helpless but also each other" She continued. "We feel like you haven't spilled out the whole beans yet. But it's not our place to tell or not. But it's yours" You stared at her then turned to the others who gave you a nod.

You then looked away, mixed in feelings. Do they deserve to know the truth?... You took a moment to think then finally gave in.

"I freed Viego"

Choices(First Part):

1. The Sentinels accepts your decision on freeing Viego

2. The Sentinels disagrees with your decision.

Choices(Part 2);

1. You return to Camavor immediately.

2. You wait till you are completely healed and go to Camovor.

3. Never visit Camavor Forever

Reminder:

Your choices will affect the direction of the story. Please comment your choices for both parts. Thank you for reading!

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dreamwritesimagines · 4 years

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Twisted 21 - Nowhere to Run [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves! Here’s the next chapter, I hope you will like it as well, and please let me know what you think of it! ❤❤ Ily, kisses! ❤❤❤

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Murder, serial killers, violence, manipulation, mentions of sex, drinking, smoking, blood, nightmares.

Word Count: 4300

Summary: Everyone needs a shelter.

For all your life, your sister had always said she hated watching horror movies with you because you would always criticize every character and their choices in the movie.

Who would even stay where they were when they knew there was danger outside, when they knew there was something coming for them?

You had never thought you’d learn the answer first hand;

Because there was nothing else to do, and because that was exactly what you were doing.

Spencer and the rest of his team had sent you away from that basement so that you could get some fresh air and at least attempt to get away from the greeting written on the wall with blood but you knew it was impossible.

There was no running away from that, you had seen it already.

You dangled your legs off the pier back and forth, keeping your gaze on the lake that looked so calm that it was almost like a painting. Funny, you hadn’t ever stopped to enjoy it when you were still a child, you had never actually sat there on the pier to take a breath, wrapped in the safety that would soon disappear.

The footsteps coming closer pulled you out of your thoughts and you turned you head as Spencer sat down next to you.

“Hey.”

“Hi,” you croaked out and he ran his fingers through his curls.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

You shook your head, “I’m not sure what home is for me at this point, to be honest with you,” you murmured, “Besides I heard the other agents talking, you guys are going to be pretty busy the moment the rest of your team gets here.”

He heaved a sigh, biting inside his cheek but you kept your gaze on the lake.

“It makes it official right?” you asked, “All these murders…It’s not really about my father’s legacy. It’s about me.”

He stole a look at you, “Y/N…”

“It’s okay professor,” you said, “Trust me, I’m not going to run and scream.”

“The profile is changing constantly with every piece of evidence-“

“Spencer.”

He let out a breath, pursing his lips.

“It is pointing that way so far,” he muttered, “It doesn’t matter though. His legacy or an obsession with you, we’re still going to catch him.”

A silence fell upon you and you cleared your throat, pointing at the woods on the other side of the lake.

“Mina and I used to play the princess and the monster over there,” you said, “I mean… It was either me who was the princess or Mina and I were saving some imaginary princess because Mina wanted to be friends with her.” You used air quotes, “I don’t know whose shock was more fake when she came out, mine or mom’s.”

He let out a small laugh, “Yeah?”

“Mm hm, and right over there,” you pointed at the right, “Linc chased me with a worm in his hand to scare me off, and I ended up falling into the damn lake.”

“Ouch.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Then Mina pushed him into the lake too and we all got grounded for the whole weekend.” You let out a breath and pointed back at the cabin with your thumb, “And right there, dad showed me how to kill someone for the first time.”

His head shot up, “What?”

You scoffed, “He didn’t tell you that during those sessions?”

Spencer shook his head, frowning.

“He taught me…” you wetted your lips, “How to- how to hunt, that’s what he called it. Predator and prey. After teaching me how to analyze places to find a weapon, he taught me how to find my way in the woods. Just in case. He used to um-“ you cleared your throat, “I don’t really remember all of it, I don’t know how much of it are nightmares or memories, but I remember once he dragged me here in the middle of the night, and he opened the door and there was this man…”

“Petal honey, don’t get so close to him,” your father called out from the kitchen he sharpened the knife as you took a step closer to the man who was gagged and bleeding profusely, still whimpering on the floor. Even in the dim light you could see the look of terror on his face and your heart skipped a beat as you turned your head to look at your father.

“Daddy, he-“ you shifted your weight from one foot to other, “Maybe we can just leave him like this. He’d be dead by the morning.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he asked before getting closer to you, flipping the knife in his hand and the man started yelling through the gag, but it was muffled. Your father extended his hand, motioning at the huge teddy bear you were hugging closer to your chest and you bit on your lip, then handed him that.

“You can get the teddy back after you answer 3 questions right, you know the rules,” he told you, “Alright, if I wanted him to die quickly, where would I stab?”

“Jugular.”

“Where’s the jugular?”

You pointed at the man’s neck, “There.”

“Good. What if I wanted him to suffer for hours with just one stab wound?”

You paused and scrunched up your nose, forcing your mind for the information before you looked up at him.

“In the stomach,” you said, “Stomach acid hurts.”

He thought for a second, then handed you the teddy back.

“Good job honey,” he said and walked to the man with the knife in his hand.

“I couldn’t do anything,” you pressed your lips together, “For hours and hours he tortured him and when we got back home, I went to bed and the next morning I wouldn’t stop shivering, I kept throwing up and my mom thought I had the flu so we ended up not coming to the cabin that weekend. I know how he—” you clicked your tongue, “I know how he pretends to be a normal guy. During those interviews, that documentary, even in those sessions with you he keeps pretending like he’s normal, but I know him. I know the real monster and I…” you sniffled and cleared your throat, “Profiler or not, you have no idea what he’s capable of. He put me through actual hell, Spencer. No wonder I can’t remember half of this shit, I think I’d lose my mind if I did.”

“Y/N…”

“I didn’t stop him.”

He frowned, “How old were you?”

“Seven.”

“You couldn’t have stopped him even if you wanted to,” Spencer told you, “You were a child.”

“I could’ve told someone,” you murmured, looking at the lake, “I could’ve done something.”

“You were a child,” he repeated, “Children trust their parents, okay? You know it as well as I do that he’s a master at manipulation. Whatever he has done, it’s not your fault.”

“I doubt those bodies in the basement would agree with you,” you managed to say and let out a humorless chuckle, “Besides, I’m my father’s daughter, remember? You told me so yourself.”

The impact of your words would’ve been surprising if you weren’t so distracted by your own misery. He pulled back as if you had just slapped him, his hazel eyes searching your face and he swallowed thickly, opening and closing his mouth like he was at loss for words.

“I didn’t mean—” he paused, shaking his head “Y/N, that wasn’t the truth.”

You grabbed the cigarette out of your purse and lit it, dangling your legs back and forth over the pier.

“It’s fine,” you shrugged your shoulders, “You’re not the first person to think that, and weirdly enough, you’re not the first ex to think that either-“

“That’s not what I think,” he insisted, “Nothing about you even suggests that you’re anything like him, behavior or psychological wise. I just wanted to—“ he hesitated for a moment, his jaw clenching, “Hurt you back.”

You tried to smile, still keeping your gaze on the lake as you exhaled the smoke.

“Congratulations professor, you’re pretty good at that.”

A silence fell upon you both as you twirled the cigarette between your fingers.

“I’m sorry,” his voice was so gentle that you turned your head to look at him, “I really am. I never should’ve hit below the belt, not like that.”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Y/N.”

“No really,” you insisted, “I don’t want to talk about that anymore, I’m just so—“ you closed your eyes for a moment “God, I’m just so tired Spencer. You have no idea how tired I am.”

“I know.”

“And it just doesn’t end,” you murmured and opened your eyes, “Right? I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in months now, and everything is getting so out of my control.”

“It will end soon.”

“But we don’t know that,” you insisted as almost a hysterical laugh escaped from your lips, “Do you want to hear the worst part? I don’t think this feeling will ever go away. At this point, I don’t even remember how it feels like not to be afraid.”

He heaved a sigh, then looked over his shoulder when Luke approached you two.

“Sorry guys,” he said, shifting his weight, “But um- Reid, we need you in there.”

“Can’t someone else-“

“Don’t,” you shook your head as you stood up and dusted off your jeans, “Seriously. Besides, the sooner you catch this guy, the sooner…I don’t know, the sooner things go back to normal, whatever that means.”

“You can’t just drive home like this.”

“I’ll drive her,” Luke said, making you turn your head,

“Dude, aren’t you needed here too?”

“I’m going to go back to help out Rossi,” he said, “Not all of the team has to be here, I mean-“ he nodded at Spencer, “We’ve got our genius here, he’s got it covered. I can take the babysitting duty.”

“No pastries for you anymore.”

“I would like to rephrase my statement,” he said quickly, making you smile before you shrugged your shoulders.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

“Y/N-“ Spencer started but you shot him a look.

“I’m fine,” you said, “Go do your Sherlock stuff, professor. Solve the case so that I can start planning weddings again instead of hanging around creepy cabins. I’m just gonna go home and get drunk, so you’ll probably get a voicemail or two from me, just saying.”

“Can’t wait,” Spencer smiled softly and you followed Luke to your car, then handed him the keys and got in the passenger seat. He started the car and you slipped a little in the seat, leaning your knees on the dash.

“How are you holding up?” Luke asked you and you heaved a sigh.

“I feel like I’m in a horror movie to be honest with you,” you muttered, “Who the fuck writes on a wall with blood, I mean like who are you, Michael Myers?”

“I didn’t mean the case,” he stole a look at you and you raised your brows.

“Ah, that,” you said, “Well, I don’t have a bff that sets me up with people in night clubs, so there’s that.”

He hissed in a breath, “Garcia told you.”

“Mm hm,” you looked out of the window, “No hard feelings, don’t worry. I dated lots of frat boys back when I was in college, so I’m very familiar with the bro code.”

“You dated frat boys?” he made a face and you shrugged your shoulders.

“Yeah I started from the bottom and worked my way up to the genius back there.”

He chuckled, “I take it you still haven’t told him you threatened a serial killer because he happened to threaten him?”

“I would’ve done the same for anyone.”

“Bullshit.”

Your jaw dropped, “I let you drive my car and this is the thanks I get, Alvez?”

“Okay trust fund baby, I’m driving you home, you’re not doing me a favor.”

You let out a small laugh, “Eh, I’m not that bad.”

“Your sister threatened a whole police department using lawyers.”

“They had it coming,” you said and he cleared his throat.

“If it makes you feel any better, it was an actual fiasco.”

Your head shot up and you turned to him, “Hm?”

“That whole thing with Reid. He’s not over you.”

“He will be,” you murmured, “Eventually.”

“Do you want to hear why it was a fiasco?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s an exaggeration-“

“He spent the whole night talking about you,” he cut you off and your jaw dropped, “Yeah. More like, she asked him about his job and he mentioned the case, then talked about you and how you couldn’t be the killer for hours. For a second, I thought he’d go up to the DJ booth and start broadcasting from there.”

You could feel the warmth spreading through you, but you nibbled on your lip, trying to ignore it.

“I really hurt him Luke.”

He stole a look at you from the corner of his eye.

“I know,” he said, “That’s pretty clear. I don’t know which one is worse, that you hurt him or that it doesn’t seem to change anything on his part.”

You could feel the burning in your eyes but you slipped a little in your seat and kept your eyes on the road.

“Yeah,” you murmured, “I don’t know which one is worse either.”

***

The worst thing about nightmares?

There was no escape from them, and no amount of booze could make them go away.

You woke up to your own scream and leaped out of the bed so fast that you got caught in your sheets and fell on your face, your ears ringing. You could feel the bile burning your throat, so you covered your mouth and rushed to the bathroom to throw up into the toilet, barely aware of the sobs rocking your body. You wiped at your mouth and stood up on shaky legs, then brushed your teeth, still breathing hard.

You were there again, in that graveyard with your father, but this time you couldn’t brush it off as just a nightmare.

It was way too detailed, way too familiar to be a nightmare.

You wiped at your forehead and washed your face with ice cold water, desperate for some sort of a relief and leaned over the sink, closing your eyes for a moment.

“Fuck this shit,” you rasped out to yourself before turning the tap off and raised your glances to look in the mirror.

Well.

You looked exactly like how you felt.

You still didn’t trust your legs but still managed to leave the bathroom, Making your way to your bedroom was more than enough to give you goosebumps, but you snatched your phone off the bedside table. You almost dropped it because of how badly you were trembling with fear, but managed to hold it tighter, found his name in the contacts and took the phone to your ear.

He answered immediately.

“Hello?”

“Spencer, hi,” you said, still taking deep breaths, “I um… I had this- this nightmare and I- I need to talk to you. Can we meet somewhere?”

He hesitated for a moment, “Are you okay? Why are you breathing so fast?”

“Not a panic attack,” you wiped at your nose, “Not yet anyway.”

“Okay, I’m still coming over-“

“No!” you cut him off, then licked your lips, “No I can’t…. I can’t stay here right now, I need to get out of here. Can we please meet somewhere or-or-“

“How about my place?” he asked and you heard the unmistakable clinking of keys, “You can’t drive like that, I’ll come and pick you up, wait there-“

“No I’ll just take a taxi.”

“Y/N.”

“I’ll take a taxi, just send me the location,” you told him and hung up, quickly got dressed, got into your coat, then went downstairs when your taxi arrived. You still felt like you could throw up again, but the cool air coming from the open car window helped as the driver started the car after you gave him the location.

There was a beauty in the city at night, especially in chilly nights like these. The small raindrops falling down your face offered some kind of a small comfort while you tried your hardest to ignore the images flashing through your mind, taking a deep breath, letting the cold air fill your lungs. You leaned your head to the open window, closing your eyes and letting the noise of the city drag you out of your own mind.

By the time the taxi pulled over, you were almost lost in your thoughts and only when the driver let you know that you were there you opened your eyes. You paid him, and looked up at the building before making your way inside.

It was almost strange how you hadn’t seen his apartment when you two were dating, but now here you were.

After the break up. At three in the morning.

You wiped at your nose and fixed your hair before you knocked on the door and tried to control your breathing, but that felt way too difficult. As soon as he opened the door, everything you had planned to tell him in your head disappeared and you looked up at him in complete silence for a couple of seconds, you had almost forgotten how he looked when he wasn’t in his work clothes. A warmth filled you, the urge to rush into his arms taking over you but you managed to fight the urge and stepped into the apartment, desperately searching for the right words.

“I had that nightmare, again.” You turned to him as soon as you entered the living room, stumbling over your words, “That graveyard nightmare, but Spencer I think it wasn’t just a dream, I think you were right and it was a memory and there was someone else but I can’t see a face and—“

“Y/N.”

“And I think we were there because of me because it all just connected, we were at that graveyard and he was actually digging a grave and I can remember the face of the victim but not—“

“Sweetheart, breathe.” he approached you in three long steps and his warm hands cupped your cheek so that he could look at you better, “I’m here, I’m listening, okay? Just breathe and tell me. Slowly.”

You swallowed thickly, looking up at him.

“I had that nightmare again,” you managed to say, “But I think that’s a memory.”

“Okay,” he nodded, “How?”

“Because at the graveyard, dad told me something,” you said, “He was- he was digging a grave, and he said, Remember, you’re not supposed to make them bleed if you can’t kill them. And I remembered when that happened, back at the cabin, during the training, I… I untied one of the victims and pretended like he got out of them somehow.”

His hand slipped a little so that he could brush his fingers over your neck, almost soothing you.

“It didn’t work,” you shook your head, “As soon as he got out of the cabin, dad hunted him down and dragged him back into the cabin, he had lost way too much blood to make a run for it. Spencer, that’s a memory, not just a nightmare.”

“There was another person with you? At the graveyard?”

“He took the victim to the graveyard later on, but yes. There was someone, I just…I can’t remember who,” you heaved a shaky breath, “You need to tell the team-“

“We’re already checking the graveyards within the driving distance to the cabin, I told them today.”

You blinked a couple of times, “Did you?”

“Yeah,” he said and his eyes searched your face, “You’re shaking.”

You tried to smile and wrapped your fingers around his wrist, running your thumb over his warm skin, “It’s cold out there.”

You were lying, he knew you were lying and you knew that he knew, but neither of you commented on that. He hesitated for a moment before he pulled you closer to him, letting you bury your face into his chest as he held you tight and you inhaled his scent, closing your eyes.

He was right earlier. This was an addiction.

“Were you sleeping?” you muttered into his chest before you pulled back to look up at him. He scoffed and shook his head.

“No,” he said, “I was working on the case.”

“You really need to sleep.”

“It’s ironic to hear that from you,” he pointed out and that made a smile warm your face.

“Ah but I did sleep,” you said, “I just woke up because of the nightmares. It still counts as sleep.”

“I doubt that,” he said and you turned your head before you started walking around the room.

Spencer’s apartment was more or less what you imagined, to be honest. Contrary to yours, it was darker and obviously older. The wooden desk was covered in papers and books, there was a library by the corner of the room almost stacked to the brim, and overall it reminded you so much of him that just being in his apartment made you feel-

Safer. Better. Calmer.

“Lovely place,” you commented as you approached the library to drag your fingertips over the cracked and old spines of the books and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him shift his weight.

“Yeah it’s not- it’s not like yours but I like it.”

“Not like mine?” you looked over your shoulder and he cleared his throat.

“Mm hm.”

“I like it better than mine,” you said and he frowned,

“Why?”

“It looks like someone is actually living here,” you motioned around and he tilted his head.

“Is that a good thing?”

“It is,” you said, “I mean I can see….you in here. I can’t see any part of me in my apartment.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, “My mom has this person who designs her houses, she designed my apartment too. It’s pretty but it’s just not me I guess. It’s kind of sad when you think about it.”

He hummed, his eyes watching your every move and you pulled a book from the shelf, holding it up so that he could see the title.

“You don’t strike me as a Petrarch guy,” you tilted your head, “Are you?”

He raised his brows and stole a look at the book in your hand.

“I do not pray, since there is no purpose, that my heart should ever burn less fiercely, but only that she might share part of the fire.” he recited and your jaw dropped before you pouted.

“I hate bluffing with you,” you commented, making him chuckle and you stifled a yawn while turning the book in your hands.

“You can’t work for the whole night if you have a guest.” you gestured at the wooden table and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I won’t if my guest promises she’ll try to sleep.”

“I don’t like this deal.”

“That’s the deal you’re getting,” he said and you clicked your tongue, then walked to the center of the room and sat down on the floor before you lied down.

“I have a bed, you know.”

“I don’t want to get comfortable and fall asleep yet. I want to enjoy this more.”

“Enjoy what? Lying on the floor?”

You shook your head and kept your gaze on the ceiling, the dim light of the apartment and lights from the outside creating shadows there.

“I don’t have that…mind numbing fear right now,” you managed to say “I want to make it last. It’ll come back when I wake up tomorrow, trust me.”

He looked like he wanted to argue with you, then heaved a sigh and sat down on the floor as well, leaning his back to the leather armchair. You tossed him the book and he caught it mid-air, shooting you a quizzical look.

“Read me your favorite,” you said and he smiled slightly.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah. I mean, it’ll help me get out of my head, and it might help you….ignore the fact that your night club date was terrible, apparently.”

He raised his brows, “Luke told you?”

You tried to stop your smirk, but it was impossible,

“Yeah he did,” you said and bit inside your cheek for a moment, “Thank you though.”

“For what?”

“For believing in me.”

His gaze on you was gentle, “I wish you would believe in yourself too,” he told you, “You’re not what he tried to turn you into.”

You dragged the tip of your tongue over your lip.

“Spencer?”

“Hm?”

“Do you think we should move on?”

He took a deep breath, his brows furrowed in thought.

“Yeah,” he murmured, “We probably should. But do I think we can move on? I don’t think so.”

You nodded slowly, that burning in your eyes getting even worse as he turned the pages until he found what he was looking for, then cleared his throat and started reading.

“I have offered you my heart a thousand times

O my sweet warrior, only to make peace

with your lovely eyes: but it does not please you

with your noble mind, to stoop so low.”

You smiled to yourself, painfully aware of why he picked that one, then closed your eyes, his voice washing over you.

“And if some other lady has hope of it,

she lives in powerless, deceiving hope:

and it can never be what it was to me,

since I too disdain what does not please you.”

Chapter 22

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