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The Lab Assistant

Hey! Before I start I'd like to introduce myself. You can call me winky, or wink, or luna. Also, I'd like to say in no way shape or form am I a writer. I dabbled in it when I was younger, it's been well over 5/6 years since I've written anything, though. So that being said, I wrote this years ago on a Tumblr account that I had that is now deactivated, because I personally wasn't happy with my work.

sigh

Always the critic. Anyways, I found this in an OLD ASS Google doc, and decided to read it again. Um, why I thought it was bad is beyond me. I was like 18-19 when I wrote this, and thought it was terrible. It's not the best, but for someone who was literally only just starting to write, I'm not sure it's that bad. Also, I'd like to say that my interests have steered away from Rick & Morty since having written this, so I don't really see myself writing for this fandom again. If you like it, please let me know! Also before I start, here are some warnings and tags.

MDNI. WC:1.8k RickSanchez x LabAssistant!Reader/AFAB!Reader/Age Gap/Use of Y/N/Masturbation/(Maybe slight degradation? If not let me know.)/Oral (Giving&Recieving)/Pet Names(Use of Daddy, baby girl ect-nothing too extreme)/(if I've forgotten anything, let me know!) Also it's been so long that I've been in this fandom or have read any fanfiction with Rick involved. If it's fell out of touch to write him with burping and or his usual stutters, I'm so sorry. That's probably the only thing that made me cringe while re-reading this.

It was a day like any other, as I helped Rick with whatever he needed. "Screwdriver." He said with a gruff voice. Before I walked over to the box that held his tools, I peered over his shoulder to see what exactly it was that he was working on. Mildly interested, I grabbed him the screwdriver and handed it to him. "Final touches..." He announced finally after an entire day of working on whatever it was that he was working on. "Finished!" He shouted. I was excited to see what it was, finally. "So, what is it?" I ask curiously. He smirks at me, giving me wild eyes that I'm easily intimidated by. "It's a de-device that can-burp- read your mind." I step back cautiously. Usually, I'd be the first to offer myself up as a guinea pig-bearing in mind that there's no way he can delve into my mind and discover the parts of me that I wouldn't want him to see. I always sense he knows that I have feelings for him, but he never brings it up because I'm a third his age. Even if that's the case, I can't take the chance. "No, I don't want you in my mind." He laughs. "Why not? Have some d-deep dark secret that you don't want people to know about?" I narrow my eyes at him, giving him a look that says back off. "Maybe I do. But seriously, I don't want to test this one." He sighs an upset sigh. "Alright. Maybe I can bribe-burp- Morty into doing it later. It's been a long day, let's go to-to bed." I give him a sad smile before I apologize and waltz out of the garage door and into the kitchen. "Goodnight, Y/N." I looked at the clock above the sink and realized it's only 8:30. "You're really going to bed? Why don't you hang out with me a little? We can watch Ball Fondlers together." I smile at him with questioning eyes, not wanting him to go to bed yet. I'd spent the whole day with him and I still want to be near him. He gave me a dirty look before lugging himself up the stairs. Maybe I made him mad when I told him I didn't want to test the mind reader. I frowned before grabbing something to eat and heading upstairs. I grabbed my TV remote once settled in my cozy bed and turned on Netflix. I kept the volume on low, not wanting to disturb Rick and make him even more upset towards me. 2 episodes in I started to hear mumbling. Wait, no, was it moaning? Someone must bewatching a movie, or something. I try not to think about it as I pay attention to my show.After a while, it starts to get louder and my thoughts interrupt my concentration. "I can't deal with this." I hop off my bed and walk out into the hallway, following the sound. But as I get closer, I realize the moaning isn't coming from a TV. I look over to Rick's bedroom door and see it cracked a bit. I tiptoe over to it and slightly peek through. Immediately my face flushes red at the sight. Rick, on his bed with his pants and his boxers to his knees, hand furiously tugging at his member. I had to cover my mouth to not moan at the view in front of me. He's a moaning mess. I slowly start to feel myself get wet with every passing second. This is wrong, so wrong. I shouldn't be invading his privacy like this. But I just can't tear my eyes away. "Fuuucck, Y/N..." My eyes got wide and how could I possibly get wetter than I was already? I could feel the wet patch forming in my jeans. My free hand went down to touch my clothed core. I had to bite my hand to keep myself from making any noise, this was too good to be true, I didn't want to lose it. My confidence boosted as I heard my name being called once again. I grabbed the door handle and thought about it one more time before finally making my decision. I swung the door open as I said: "You do realize I'm less than half your age, old man." He jumped and looked startled before he smirked at me; not the reaction I was expecting. "How long have you b-been listening?" I hopped up on the bed and crawled over to him. "Long enough to know that you're lusting after me, your lab assistant-how taboo." He chuckled darkly before saying:

"Not my fault you have killer tits, babe." I looked down to my chest and then back up to him before smiling. "Really? You think I have nice tits?" "Don't flatter yourself. I know you have a -burp- huge crush on me." I sat back on my heels with a frown on my lips before I said: "Well, from the look of it, it seems that you've one on me too." I gestured to his throbbing cock, still on display. "Like I said, killer tits." A thought popped into my head before I grabbed the hem of my spaghetti strap tank top and pulled it over my head, not wearing a bra. I heard his breath hitch in his throat. I raised my eyebrow in a challenge. "Fuck it." He breathed before grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer into a kiss. Not a gentle one, but an all consuming, hungry one. I kissed back with fervor. He pulled his hand up to my tit and ran the pad of his thumb over my nipple. I reached down between his legs to grab his aching cock and pumped him. He grunted and bit my bottom lip. I stole a glance into his wild, lust blown pupils. He pulled away from the kiss to shove my head downwards. "Suck it." I let out an angry breath through my nostrils. "You can boss me around in the garage, but not in the bedroom." "Hah! You act li-like I'm paying you-you for hard work." I grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed slighty while he hissed in slight pain. "Don't dare treat me like a 2 cent whore, ask nicely and you'll get what you want." He let out an annoyed sigh before saying "Please dear, would you su-suck my dick." Although I'd like it to be less sarcastic and more sincere, I want to get this show on the road. So I take his tip into my mouth and give it kitten licks to tease and get my revenge.

He twines his hand through my hair and pushes my head all the way down. After pausing slightly to gain control of myself, I started to bob my head up and down. His hips started to move on their own. The only thing I could do was relax my jaw in order to not hurt him while he face fucked me. Soon enough he was twitching in my mouth and I could tell that he was close, so I stopped. "What the fuck are you doing?!" "I don't want you to cum yet. Like you said, I have a crush on you too, where's my fun?" "You little bitch." He said before grabbing me and flipping me onto my back. "You like tea-teasing me? Huh?" I giggled before saying, "Yes, I do." He growled before ripping down my jeans and panties all in one go. "You're my assistant. I'm above you. Where's your respect?" All I could do is laugh. "You don't intimidate me, Rick. Now are you gonna keep babbling or are you gonna shove your face where it belongs?" Taking jabs at each other was a normal thing for us, but in a scenario like this? It only made me love him more. He gave me a look that could kill before he finally lowered his head. He started at my knees, giving me soft open mouthed kisses and traveled slowly up to my inner thighs. I was starting to get impatient. I sat up on my elbows and said: "Just get on with it." He shot me a smile. "Oh no, babe. I'm gonna-gonna make you beg." I laid back down with a huff. He laughed softly. I could feel his breath on me now. Finally, he took a long stripe up the center of me. I put my hand over my mouth, hoping he wouldn't see, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He then started to suckle on my sensitive nub and I whimpered somewhat loudly into my hand. He looked up, angry. "None of that, baby. I want to-to hear you." When I didn't listen to him, he stopped. I whined at the loss of contact. "What? You wa-want me to keep going? Like I said, beg -burp- for it, honey." I looked in his eyes a long while before finally saying, "Please." "Nuh-uh. You gotta beg." He grazed his hand over my clit before quickly taking it away, and that was enough to make me want more. I grabbed his neck, pulled him closer to me, and whispered into his ear, "Please, Daddy." "Fuuuck. God, I can't wait-wait any longer." He rubbed his cock against my entrance a few times before finally pushing himself in. My arm flew over my face before I could moan out loud.

He growled once he saw and grabbed both my wrists and pinned them above my head. Once he was all the way in, he leaned down to my ear. "Is Daddy big enough for ya, baby doll?" I was lost. I couldn't hold back any longer. "Yes, fuck Daddy. You're so big." He laughed before pulling back out and ramming himself back into me. He took his hands to the backs of my thighs, lifting them and pressing them up, my knees close to my chest. "F-Fuck!" I moaned loudly into his shoulder. He started at a slow pace, over time growing impatient and speeding up. I swear I could feel the tip kissing my cervix, he was so deep. Before long I could feel the enticing feeling in my stomach start to pool, my walls around him beginning to clench. "You close, sweet-sweetheart?" All I could do is nod furiously, as words were beyond my comprehension. "Good, cum with Daddy. C'mon baby-baby girl. That's it." That was all I needed to be pushed over the edge. I felt him cumming along with me as I looked up at him to see his face contorted with pleasure, filling me up with his load. Panting, I grabbed his face and pulled it down to me, giving him a loving kiss. After a while of heavy breathing, he rolled away from me. I sat onto my side to look at him. When we caught eye contact he rolled his eyes. "C-C'mere." I smiled wide before nuzzling my face into his chest. He was playing with my hair before I looked up at him and said, "So, Ball Fondlers?"

[angel-of-hunky-doryness]

Disney's Hercules: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Inaccuracies

Ah Disney's Hercules.

Now I'm sure I've made it no secret that this is one of my all time favorite movies. Both for it's witty charm and impressive character design, there is something to be said about this film that makes it stand out among the line-up of Disney's Renaissance films. It's not one of it's finest, nor is it your classic fairy tale movie up there with the likes of Beauty and the Beast or Aladdin, but just like Lion King, Hercules takes a unique spin on a timeless tale for a more modern audience.

Perhaps my love of this movie and other Disney films are biased. We had quite a lot of these movies on VHS and since I was still learning english, they were a great introduction before I started kindergarten.

Now as I watch these movies again I'm still surprised how well these movies have aged. I recently rewatched B&B with my dad the other day from flipping channels and even he was blown away with how good these movies really are after nearly 2 decades of not seeing them. It's astounding especially now in an age where we have started to see a decline in the quality of Disney movies. Back when there was a greater focus on art instead of profit.

While there was a rise in harsh criticism on Disney movies and their protagonists(like Snow White, Cinderella, etc) primarily in the 2010's that was perpetuated by internet culture (i.e. memes, Youtube critics, pick your poison) I am glad to see that we are starting to dial it down again and see just how progressive many of these movies were for their day and age.

Now this post isn't about any of that.

There are much better blogs here on tumblr that go into that, so I highly recommend @marciabrady, @artist-issues for their look at early Disney princesses and other similar blogs I will hopefully tag before I post this.

There is one movie though that kinda got the worst treatment and that is, to no one's surprise, Disney's Hercules.

And it's kind of deserved.

Now I'm not here to cast stones. Like I said in the preamble, it's one of my favorite movies and I've written quite a bit of fanfiction in this fandom. So I've done it dirty quite a lot. Sorry HS me, we need to talk a bit.

So instead, we will be going over why the inconsistent depiction of the Greek Mythology presented in this film had to be done and some small examples. Nothing too deep. The Mythology Guy on YouTube made a great video going over all the inaccuracies in the film and I highly recommend giving it a watch if you are interested in learning more about the Greek myth of Herakles.

With that out of the way, let's get started.

Part I: Child-Proofing

As I've mentioned before in one of my earlier posts, Disney films are made for children. Now that doesn't mean adults can't enjoy it, but the content within the films are primarily so children can watch and enjoy. Sure there are adult jokes and themes that will go over kid's heads, but they are generally pretty minor or toned down enough that can pass the films off as rated G/PG.

After all, Disney films have very easy and digestible morals: true beauty lies on the inside, don't judge people on their background, follow your dreams but don't lose sight on what's important, don't talk to strangers unless they're hot, invite everyone to the christening- things like that.

Disney films for the longest time have been a sort of moral standard since they have such a big influence on Western culture. Because of that, many fairy tales they have made films about tend to throw out some of the more grim and dark details attached to these tales.

Take Cinderella.

In the original Grimm's Fairy Tale, the happy couple ride off into the sunset while her step-sisters get their eyes plucked out by Cinderella's birds. In fact, before that, the step-sister's lopped off bits of their foot to try and fit into the glass slipper, only to be found out as the slipper gets soaked in blood.

Now I don't know about y'all, but I don't see anyone complaining that Disney left out those details. Okay, well the general consensus, at least.

But Cinderella is a classic fairy tale that had many adaptations and versions from across the world that allowed Disney to pull inspiration from, so who cares that they didn't follow the Brothers Grimm line-by-line?

And that's a good point.

There are versions where Cinderella isn't as gruesome. Charles Perrault, another very famous fairy tale author, had his own version of Cinderella where her step-sisters are fully intact by the end of the story. So it's quite obvious Disney was more attached to this version since it was much more decent.

Just like Cinderella, Greek Mythology has hundreds of different versions about just a single myth. You have Hesiod, Homer, Apollodorus, Ovid and those are just the writers from thousands of years ago. Nowadays, we have thousands of modern adaptations, translations, and rewrites of Greek myth to comb through.

There's just so much to choose from! And that's not even considering how interchangeable Greek myth is with its Roman counterpart.

What that means is you're never going to be able to get everyone to agree on one myth. Sure we can agree on certain details, but just like Ancient Greece, every city state had it's own version of a myth.

Herakles or Hercules was no exception.

Yet it's like I alluded to as well. There are some certain details that remain consistent from myth to myth.

Now let's look at a story that doesn't have a lot of versions to pull from, and just like Disney Hercules, it was heavily toned down: The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

This Disney film is arguable the most sanitized of the animated adaptations. A personal favorite of mine that far outranks Hercules in every way, but it was a huge hurdle to adapt.

From Esmeralda's attempted SA and death, racism, Quasi being bound and abused in jail, Phoebus' less than honorable pursuit of Esmeralda, Frollo's creepy obsession and his horrific control over Quasimodo, the religious themes and motifs, it's crazy how Disney was able to adapt it at all.

While it is pulling from Victor Hugo's original novel, there were a dozen films made before it that also tried to adapt this famous tale. The 1939 version of this film starring Maureen O'Hara is one of the greatest films ever made. For it's time, it made an incredible movie that sanitized many of the darker aspects in a way that cemented this classic tale into a more modern audience.

So is it any surprise that a lot was dialed down in Disney's version so children could also understand the message Victor Hugo was trying to tell? That the deformity Quasimodo was born with unfortunately led him to have a very harsh life- not because his disability affected his quality of life, but because of how society viewed/treated him. Their own perception led him to be isolated, ostracized, abused, and pitied. Likewise with beauty and race in Esmeralda's case.

They are different sides to the same coin.

I have a lot to talk about with Quasimodo. The next disney movie I will begin analyzing will be Hunchback, so prepare yourselves as I wrap up on Hercules.

But I digress.

Because Disney films are catered towards children, is it any wonder Hercules got the same treatment?

Part II: Greek Myths for Dummies

Greek Mythology is not an easy thing to adapt for a single film. Disney films, especially animated ones, are gonna get you at most a 90 minute timeslot and that's already a lot to ask for a highly-trained team of animators, musicians, writers, actors, artists, etc.

There are a lot of bases to cover.

Especially since this may very well be a kid's first introduction into Greek mythology. So we have a lot to answer

Like...

Why is Zeus king of the gods? Why does he have so many kids? How does the afterlife work? Why do I have to pay a man to get into hell? Are winged horses normal here? Why are the Titans bad? What goddess is that with the funny flower headband? Why won't they name all the background gods- are they important in the world? Is being compared to Aphrodite a good thing? Why doesn't Zeus realize his brother is trying to kill him? Why can't I have hubris as a treat?

All good questions, dear reader. And with a limited timeslot, there's not a lot they can talk about, so animators are throwing as much visual exposition as possible.

But who is this glittering assemblage?

That's why to understand what's going on you have to have prior knowledge to get what's going on in the background.

Like Lord of the Rings. Big world, lots of story to tell. The Silmarillion will help, but that's already a lot for a first time fan.

And since Hercules is written with kids in mind, it has to be rewritten some. So the established canon is kind of being thrown out the window, rearranged, and patched up like an old man who threw off an emperor's groove.

But Gerald Scarfe and a team of Disney animators managed to combine the former's caricature design style to the Disney standard to create Disney Hercules' unique style.

These gods aren't given the background character design treatment you'll find in other Disney movies, they are very stylized and exaggerated to visually convey their personality, their role in this universe, and if they're good or bad.

And the nice thing is, Greek mythology has an extensive list of symbols associated with each god that allowed Disney's own technicolor pantheon to reflect the very same icons.

Look at Athena above. There's her war helm, her breastplate, a cute little owl. She screams war goddess, but look how gentle she is with the bird. Her glass of nectar is a prop to show off her generosity, her self-restraint, and her desire to keep the peace.

But on the flip side, Ares is in the same get-up as her, war helm, breastplate, but his sword is drawn and his stance is one of action. We can see both these war gods are similar, but their temperaments and approach to war (same as their personalities) are so drastically different, and their color scheme helps so much as well.

It's incredible how much detail was poured into this and while I can go on gushing about the designs, we must push on.

Say what you want about how accurate the greek mythos is shown downgrades the overall movie, but the background story is lining up with a lot of the context we would lose were this in any other medium. The gods, how they look, their personalities- it's there.

It's accurate.

Sure the same cannot be said about the gods and mortals who have a role in the overall story they made, but that's the last issue this post will hopefully tackle.

Part III: A Hero's Journey

While Disney had already dipped their toes into Greek mythology with the likes of Fantasia and Goddess of Spring, Hercules was the first try to make it more than just a short.

So the myth they chose to adapt had to be iconic. They couldn't do it about the gods- that's just too much drama. They needed a hero, someone who struggled and fought and had a support group comprising of supernatural beings. And who is the most famous hero of Greek Myth?

Herakles.

There's just a few slight issues with that, heh...

Herakles is a really rough story.

To summarize, Zeus magics up a disguise to look like the mortal Amphitryon to woo the guy's wife, Alcmene. She gets preggers, Hera finds out and naturally goes ballistic. So Zeus pulls a fast one on his wife to save his kid, and thus Hera nurses baby Herk giving him god-like strength. A few assassination attempts later, Herakles grows up, marries, and has kids. Despite this, Hera isn't done, but she doesn't target the H man anymore, oh no, she sends him into a fit of madness whereby he decimates his entire family. Once it passes he works for a king, like his distant cousin, and he does 12 increasingly intense labors as a sort of penance and at the end of it, he's promised immortality or an indefinite Hera leaves him alone pass. Wonder Boy finishes that, but then he gets infected with centaur blood after taking on his dad's worst personality trait (adultery), he dies via his own funeral pyre, but at the last second his dad saves him and he becomes a god.

And Disney is gonna try adapting that???

That's about a dozen labors in itself, so how are they gonna do it?

To summarize here are the elements Herakles has going on that can be adapted to your standard Disney film:

Protagonist: Hercules (b/c the Roman version is much more popular)

Damsel in Distress: Megara or Deianeira (most notable love interests in myth)

Side-kicks: Iolaus (Hmm those undertones, huh)

Antagonist: Hera

Flaw: wrath / impetuous/ salacious

Unique ability / quirk: super strength

We have a pretty solid line-up for a story here. But at the time in the 90's, there is already another adaptation of Hercules going on strong: Hercules: The Legendary Journeys.

This show first came out in the mid-90's and ended a couple years after Disney's Hercules dropped.

So how are they going to make it distinct from that?

It's really easy actually.

Super easy.

Disney's Hercules got a lot of inspiration from Superman (Christopher Reeves version).

Hercules is literally an innocent farm boy (mild-mannered Clark Kent), Meg is your hotshot spitfire Lois Lane, and Hades is your bald megalomaniac investing millions of dollars trying to axe one guy - Lex Luthor.

And let's be honest, the myth of Herakles reads like a modern superhero. He has super strength, he fights monsters, there's a damsel in distress every now and then- he fits the bill!

At this point in time, Disney didn't have a superhero and since that started to be a bigger appeal as the 90's marched on (*laughs in Marvel*)

It was a smart choice to bridge this tale to the modern time.

So for that reason, if they were going to make Hercules a super hero-esque character. He needed a villain and Hera wasn't going to cut it.

Part IV: A Hera-Shaped Hole

Hera was absolutely vicious in myth. This lady orchestrated the entire demise of Herk's family, his sanity, and his freedom. She wanted him to suffer just so Zeus could see how betrayed she felt every time he had a dalliance with a mortal.

Zeus never learned, but Hera's tactics did. And it was by her hand that sent Hercules into servitude under his cousin, the king. A title Herakles should've had had Hera not intervened.

And while wicked step-mothers are abundant in Disney's canon, it wasn't going to work because she's Zeus' wife. Yes, Hera received repercussions for starting a coup against her husband once in myth, but it was a brief punishment. Most of the time this couple can't stand each other, but they are what's keeping the pantheon together. And Hestia's cooking.

But here's the thing, Hera may be a bad person in this myth and others involving sons of Zeus, but she's a good person in other myths. Even at the beginning of this one, Hera found an abandoned baby and nursed him because he was all alone and crying out of hunger. She has her virtue, she's a good queen.

Yet with her iconography of peacocks, marriage, family, cows, and queen of the heavens and gods, she gives off very ethereal imagery.

This was the lady sending monsters and horrors of Typhon and Echidna's brood- that's her?

It can be done, I'm sure someone will do it better than Blood of Zeus, but it's much harder to adapt, especially with Treasure Planet on the duo of director's mind.

Just see Lindsey Ellis' Disney Hercules video, you'll understand.

But y'know that thing with the monsters.... Kinda cool. Monsters coming in from the pits of hell- pretty rad i guess. Well who else could throw a litany of monsters at our little hero?

Oh.

Yeah, okay, fine.

Hades, you're hired.

Yeah, the direction of this movie absolutely did a backflip the second the writers wanted Hades as their villain.

However, based on concept art, this was something they wanted from the very start and I'm sure we can all see the appeal.

I mean as soon as this movie came out so many other greek myth adaptations jumped to make Hades a bad guy, and like kudos to y'all, but this really is the easiest god you can paint as a villain. Home boy literally is dark and dank and emo as can be. Congrats we found another goblin sewer man to dress up as the mustache twirling evil-doer!

Like... This writes itself.

And pitting a god of the dead vs a mortal who's striving for immortality? It's poetry. It's an on the nose symbolism. I can't make it any clearer.

There's even an excerpt in Revelations that Disney references:

"Then death and Hades were thrown into the lake of fire." 20:14 (NIV)

Hades is written as a Devil character. He's a deal maker, soul stealer. There's so much you can do with a Mephistopheles archetype. It's always a show stopper, I mean Ursula did it with extra steps.

Hera is a goddess of the heavens. Hercules is fighting the heavens to get into Heaven(TM). That's all kinds of complicated to simplify in a kid's film.

We want a villain to be scary, to be mean, and unjustified in their cruelty.

Hera wasn't going to work since Herakles' mother (though unwillingly) is the other woman. It would paint Zeus as another morally bad person. Why on earth would Herc look up to that guy? In fact, why would he want to join a band of morally corrupt people?

So let's make a new villain.

We can have the hero endure a different kind of pain.

The damsel's story doesn't have to end tragically because of a betrayal.

Make the story relevant and simple.

What archetypes can we match up to make this ancient myth fit into the modern day?

Make it clean, and make it understandable for kids. Throw in as many myths as possible so kids can see how big this world is.

The mythology is wrong, sure, but we'll spark that interest. We can make mythology fun. It'll make kids curious to learn more about them.

It certainly worked for me, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Part V: Conclusion

This movie is an absolute blast. I think many fans can agree and though the story does have its issues (See Conflicts series), it did it's job. With such a fun and memorable cast, lovingly animated characters, and mind-melting musical numbers, it stands uniquely among the other adaptations of Greek Mythology and perhaps it's why there was a bit of a resurgence in it's popularity as time marched on.

Herakles is a tale of struggle, sacrifice, and courage. One man battled and fought to achieve the divine, but at the end of his life, he did what few other mortals were ever able to do.

And Disney's Hercules took that character and developed him in such a loving way. To see his struggle both internal and external, it's a beautiful circle when he accepts his mortality and gives up his greatest dream for love. He didn't belong anywhere, caught between heaven and earth. Yet somehow he found it with someone who had been through hell and was hungry for heaven.

And just remember.

Not every work of fiction has to adhere to these magical bylaws that dictate how your Greek Myth AU must follow. However, I would like to softly counter-point my own point and say if you are going to make interpretations of greek mythology, be they musicals, video games, fanfics, or modern retellings, one must include the soul of the character they are based on. Hadestown, Hades(the game), Percy Jackson (most of the time), and the God of War franchise being prime examples.

Disney's Hercules took these characters and made them more exaggerated and updated to fit modern archetypes that are prominent in a Western Christian based-society. To me, I still see the soul of what these characters represent, even if some things were heavily condensed or rewritten.

Stories evolve. As is the nature of living things.

Till next time, Dear Readers.

[dreamingofep]

Sinned Awakening pt. 4

An AU Elvis fic

(Vampire!Elvis/Vampire Austin!Elvis × reader)

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Prompt: Getting promoted to be Elvis full time housekeeper, you realize the man holds secrets beyond belief and your undeniable attraction makes you fear the unknown. Fem!Reader]

TW: Cussing, tension, angst, SMUT, cheating, fingering, the usual dirty stuff

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.4K

A/N: Hello everyone!

Welcome to part 4! The spicy stuff is here and it’s here to stay🤭 I hope you enjoy all this and can't wait to keep building this relationship and the secrets that lie beneath it. Please let me know what you think in the comments or send me a message!

Thank you again!

Sorry for any spelling mistakes and overall goofs.🖤

The bag of ice burns into your neck making you wince and huff out a frustrated groan. You did this to yourself. There was no one else to blame. Well, maybe Elvis. You could blame Elvis for doing this to you but begged him to do all of it you. Every last thing. Now you’ll never be able to look at a piano the same without picturing Elvis eating you out on top of it.

All last night you kept replaying the events in your head, how you have never felt so satisfied and wish you could somehow reenact those feelings he gave you.

There was one way you could…

No. Absolutely not. This was a one-time thing and you just have to live with the memories.

You managed to avoid Daniel and he never saw you walk in the door with the huge bandage plastered across your neck. You couldn’t go to sleep right away and tossed and turned for hours it seemed. The shame didn’t wrack through you like you thought it would, it was quite the opposite. There was something so addictive about him. About being close to him and when he was fucking you, there was no word to describe how it felt.

Looking in the mirror, you inspect how your bruise is looking. After icing it all night and a bit this morning, the swelling went down and the purple coloring was much less prominent and diluted. It still showed and you thought putting another bandage on would make it even more noticeable than it already was. You decided to dab some makeup on it and hope no one asks any questions about it.

Getting to work, the locker room is empty thankfully and you get your uniform on and stock up on some cleaning supplies that aren’t in your cart. The ticking of the clock rings in your ears as you wait for the minute hand to hit the twelve-clock mark, making it three pm.

The familiar ring fills the room and you eagerly pick up the phone.

“Housekeeping, this is y/n,” you say happily.

“Mr. Presley wishes to see you.” The click of the receiver doesn’t surprise you and you make your way to the elevator with your cleaning cart.

This trip to the penthouse made your stomach have butterflies, making your heart beat wildly at the anticipation of just seeing him. You really don’t know what to talk to him about when you get up there though. Are you two just going to act normal and act like the events that transpired last night never happened? That was a lot to just suddenly ignore.

You walk past the men in the hallway and they keep their heads down, standing there like statues as they always did. Pushing the double doors, you walk into the suite and get greeted by those dark blue eyes. He takes your breath away, the second you step foot into his space, you just want to collapse into his arms and do what he wants.

You take a deep breath before speaking, “Hello, Mr. Presley,” You say softly.

He smirks, amused by your candor, “Hi honey, you can call me Elvis if you’d like,” he says sweetly. You smile looking down at your feet, not wanting him to see that his charm is working.

“Thank you, Elvis. Where would you like me to start?” you say shyly.

He stares at you and doesn’t look away.

“I didn’t really call you up here to clean honey,” he says gruffly.

“Umm, Mr. Presley I really should do something that pertains to my job…” you say a bit intimidated by his tone and presence.

“Fine. You can take the trash out of all the bathrooms first,” he says courtly, his face showing amusement as you are trying to stay as far away from him.

You nod your head and go to the guest bathrooms and get everything in order. When you turn around to grab something from your cleaning cart, Elvis is behind you.

“Mr… I mean Elvis you’re really going to have to stop sneaking up on me, you’re going to scare me off,” you tease.

“Hmm, I don’t think much scares you but I hear you loud and clear,” he winks at you, making you blush.

You head back to the living room and it’s almost in perfect condition, leaving you surprised he called you up here again.

“Not having that many crazy parties hmm?” You ask him jokingly.

“Haven’t had many people over. Being a recluse and all as you say,” he quips. You can’t help but laugh at the little dig he made.

“Well I guess you need some more friends then Mr. Presley,” you tease.

“It seems you’ve been my only company lately,” he says slyly.

Your cheeks continue to burn and you can’t help but wonder what he thinks about all of this.

“Well I’m very sorry for that,” you tease.

“No please, don’t ever be sorry. I much rather have you around,” You glanced up at him as he has that familiar twinkle in his eye, making you look anywhere else.

“Did you sleep okay last night?” he asks.

“Uh, yea I slept fine, did you sleep okay?” You ask, feeling uneasy to talk to him so freely like this.

“No not really but I’m fine. I don’t need much sleep,” he says cheekily.

You try to scurry away from this awkward small talk and act like he wasn't stuffing you to the hilt with his cock last night.

Jesus, focus.

You check in the little half bath that’s by the front door and fold some hand towels for any guests he might have. Looking up in the mirror, you see Elvis behind you again, having a devious look on his face. You jump and turn around to face him.

“I still make you nervous? Even after everything I did to you last night,” he insinuates

Your cheeks flush and you feel your heart dance wildly.

“Well, I don’t know who can ever get used to being so close to you Elvis. But I guess even after everything that transpired… you still make me feel on edge.”

He steps toward you and you fight the urge to step away like you always do.

“Mhmm, good,” he murmurs darkly. “I don’t want you to get too comfortable,” he grumbles as he looks at you in the mirror, his hands on your shoulders to turn you back around to face the mirror. His body pushes up against your small frame and you both let out a soft moan when feeling each other like this.

He places a soft kiss on your neck, making chills run down your body. His lips feel cold yet so soft and plump, you could let him kiss your neck for hours if he wanted.

“And if I do get… comfortable… then what?” You ask in an airy manner.

“Then I would have to put you back in your place,” He says low.

“And where’s that? On top of the piano?” You insinuate. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling and nods his head at you.

“Mhmm… that’s one way,” he trails off, his hands finding your hips and squeezing them. You involuntarily push your body back into his rigid frame and let out a slow exhale.

“There are so many rooms we can use tho. I was thinking more of a way to get you to listen to me and not be so obstinate,” he alludes. Your body felt like it was on fire again having him pressed against you. Your breathing became shallow and the more you breathed in, the more you took in his delicious scent.

“That’s going to be a challenge, I don’t think you know me very well, I’m very difficult,”

His hands trail down the front of your body, scrunching up the material of your skirt to expose your panties.

“I think I can find a way to… persuade you,” he notes.

You look at him in the mirror drunk on you already and feel your arousal begin to form. He smirks down at you, almost like he can feel your slick forming because of him, and continues to kiss your neck. You try to break away from him but it feels impossible, looking in those mesmerizing eyes that suck you in every time.

His fingers find your sensitive bud and he starts to rub slow circles there, watching as your head falls back onto his chest.

Your breathing becomes labored and you try to swallow the moans you want to let free. You feel him press his cock into your ass and the soft groan he gives when he does that sends throbs to your core.

He works you like he’s known you your entire life, giving you exactly what you want before uttering a word.

He picks up one of your legs and bends it at your knee, placing it on the counter and stretching it out before you, giving him a better view of your soaked panties.

His lips feel like fire on your skin, making you want more of him and have your body more on edge. You watch as his fingers pull your panties to the side, letting the cool air hit your core and leaving you panting for more from him. Watching in the reflection his cold, long fingers spread your lower lips apart, you see how he exposes your weeping core to him in the mirror and watches his face looking at you hungrily, hearing him groan in your ear.

“Fuck baby look at yourself, this kitty needs so much attention hmm,” he asks sensually.

You can’t help but moan at his words and you shut your eyes closed, so sexually frustrated.

“God fuck please, I should probably… leave you alone,” you moan quietly, the sound of his dirty words making you wetter by the second.

He cocks his head at you, examining you carefully before speaking.

“Is that really what you want honey? Or do you want me to take care of that needy pussy.” He groans in your ear.

“Elvis I, I can’t. I shouldn’t,” you pant.

He looks amused at you like he knows that’s actually all you want. You want him to fulfill this newfound need for him that he created. This undeniable need for him to please you for hours. You feel his finger tease your entrance, rubbing there before pushing it inside you. You cry out to him, feeling the pleasure run through you the second he’s inside you.

You watch in the mirror how his finger curls inside you and is covered in your arousal when he pulls it out of you. His other hand glides over your chest and into your shirt, unbuttoning it to show your breasts in your plain white bra. He squeezes your breasts and watches as your face begs for more. The way he’d touch you was all too much yet not enough. You wished you could wrangle this need you have for him but nothing will do. He’s created a monster and you’re more than okay with it.

“Elvissss,” you moan, looking at him in the mirror.

“What honey, tell me what you need. Don’t need to fight what you want,” he coos.

You are breathless at this point and can’t believe he has you like this. This needy, whimpering mess in his bathroom.

“Fuck me. Please, fuck me,” you groan breathlessly. He gives you a sly look in the mirror as he enters another finger inside of you making you buck your hips.

“By the looks of it, I’m already fucking you darlin’. What more do you want?” He growls deviously. You cry out loudly as he moves his fingers faster in and out of you, making wet, sloppy noises come out of your core. You keep crying for him to give you what you want but he doesn’t listen. He’s a master at teasing and keeping you right on the edge. His fingers weren’t nearly enough and wanted to be fucked with something much bigger.

“Please, no more teasing,” you beg.

He chuckles and smiles at you in the mirror, “I’m just doing what you asked honey. You’ll have to be more specific,” he spats.

Your hand reaches around and finds his straining cock in his pants. You carefully watch his face as you rub him through his pants. How it turns from smug to pleasure in just one motion.

“I need this, please. Don’t tease me anymore,” you plead. He grins at you in delight, finally hearing the words he’s been waiting for. He pulls his fingers out of you and puts them to his mouth, licking them clean. You take your leg off the counter and turn around to face him, lust reading through him again. He placed his hand around your neck, squeezing lightly as you release a soft moan. His eyes get drawn to the side of your neck that you tried to cover up with makeup but his keen eyes noticed the splotchy spot.

He groans as his index finger traces the spot he left, “I’m sorry about this, I couldn’t help myself,” he snickers.

“You were really trying to take a bite out of me hmm?” You joke

“You have no idea how much I’d love that,” he growls darkly. His mouth is back on your neck and sucking on the same spot he did before. You moan and push yourself more into his body. This bruise was never going to heal if you kept this up. You gasp at the urgency he has in his body, how he really feels like he is trying to take a bite out of you. You thought your need for him was insatiable, you think somehow his is even worse. He suddenly stops and picks you up, wrapping your legs around his torso.

He carries you to the bedroom where it’s low-lit once again and he has a few candles on. Your heart beats wildly and wait for him to make the next move. He sets you down and he casually walks to the window sill.

Your eyes linger on him, wanting him to break the tension in the room but he doesn’t budge. You’re so tempted to just walk out now while you still have your dignity and clothes left intact. You glance back at the door that he left cracked open but the booming of his voice gets your attention.

“You still being difficult hmm? Then I’m going to be difficult too” He says gruffly.

“Come here.”

The throbbing in your core continues and his eyes pull you in.

You walk over to him carefully and step in between his legs, looking up at him nervously.

“This is dangerous,” you whisper.

He glided his hand up your thigh, making you inhale sharply.

“Yes, I know. But that’s not going to stop you,”

His hands then move to the inside of your legs, feeling the soft flesh there, then zipping the skirt and pulling it down off your hips. He undoes the last remaining buttons on your shirt and flings it to the side, watching as it flutters to the ground in a crumpled fashion.

“I shouldn’t like it this much… the way you make me feel good,” you say a bit breathlessly, knowing that you need him more than you realize.

“I know honey, but don’t fight it, let me keep making you feel good. You have no idea how much I love being inside you,” he groans. Your heart thumps and your breathing is hitching with every salacious word he throws at you.

“Please make me feel good again. But this has to be the last time,” you say to assure yourself more than him.

A smile forms on his face and his fingers cup your pussy, rubbing his fingers through your sopping wet folds.

“I can do that for you honey, you feel nice and ready for me,” he teases, “I don’t like that last part though,” he growls. He grabs one of your legs and wraps it around his hip, slithering his hand down to your throbbing bud. He looks up at you in awe, so infatuated with every sound you make as your hips grind into his fingers. You feel him spreading your wetness that is now spilling onto the side of your thigh and rolling down. His fingers find it and he slides it up, bringing that finger to his mouth and licking it.

A moany cry comes out of you and you keep begging for him.

“Fuck baby you need it this bad huh?”

You nod your head profusely wanting him so bad. You don’t want to waste any more time and take your bra and panties off in one quick motion, needing his skin to touch you without any barriers.

“Yes, Elvis. Please,” you moan.

You were a moth to the flame and there was no escaping Elvis. He was just what you wanted and something about him made you feel whole. Something you haven’t had in the longest time.

As wrong as this all was, maybe it was the time to make a rational decision about being with Daniel. Was this an act of pure lust or was there something more…

None of that mattered now as he squeezes your hips and turns you around, your hands against the cold window bracing yourself for what he was going to give you.

“What are you doing?” You say surprised by his sudden forcefulness.

“Making you listen,” he hisses.

His tip rubs through your folds, causing an agonizing sensation through you having been teased for far too long. He doesn’t care, he’s in control and will keep waiting for as long as you can take it. Your whimpers escalate and you try to push your hips back into his length to get some kind of relief.

Suddenly you feel his hand wrap your hair in a tight grip and pulls it back, making you gasp with how rough he’s being.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, honey, I’ll fuck you, but I don’t want you leaving after. I have to show you more ways of how I can please you,” he says darkly.

“Elvis, I-I-I can’t stay here for long. I don’t want people getting suspicious,” you hiss over your shoulder at him. He yanks your hair again, making you cry out.

“What are they going to get suspicious about? That you come up here and beg for my cock and get no cleaning done hmm?,” He growls in your ear. Chills rush through your body and you freeze, obeying his orders whether you like it or not.

Before you know it, you feel his long length plunge into your wet heat, filling you so quickly and powerfully. You cry out his name, overwhelmed by the forcefulness. His grunts fill the room and the grip he has on your hips is tight, you’re sure that this is going to leave bruises there too.

“Ahh, Elvis,” you mewl.

His hips move faster and your breathing hitched every time you feel him get deeper inside of you.

“What honey, you can’t take this cock after begging me for it? You want me to stop,” He spats darkly, pulling his length completely out of you. You gasp, wanting him to fill you again and stop playing this game of his.

“Ah, no, please. I want you,” you beg.

He plunges his length back inside you, stuffing you to the hilt making both of you groan loudly.

“Good that’s what I thought,” he says snidely, “Tell me you’ll stay longer,” he groans with a snap of his hips making you gasp.

“N-no, I can’t,” you whimper out. His hand wraps around your throat, holding it there making you groan.

“Then I’ll stop fucking you, is that what you want?” He growls.

You’re completely at his mercy now but you’re more than okay with it. Your moans grow louder the harder he snaps his hips into you.

“No please, I-I-I’ll stay,” you manage to squeak out.

“Mhmm, such a good girl,” he growls.

The way he moves his hips is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The way he can make you completely surrender to his every last breath.

You squeeze your eyes shut as you try to adjust to how he’s taking you. The way he’s handling you is different than last time. Yesterday he wanted to discover you, take his time and make you feel things you’ve never felt before but now, he’s fucking you like his life depends on it. Like he’s been dying for this.

You feel him quickly pull out of you and turn you around. Looking up into his eyes with shock and bewilderment, you see the dark bluish-grey pools there where the ones icy blue ones were. He must notice your stares as he looks down at your body.

“Are you okay? Your eyes are so dark,” you ask shakily.

“Don’t worry about that baby I’m better than okay right now,” he says quickly as he picks you up and rests you on the window sill ledge. The cold glass hits your back and you visibly shiver as you look at him with hunger in his eyes.

“Fuck,” he moans. He goes straight for your neck and sucks there, groaning and breathing in deeply as he does this. It feels so dangerous the way he possessively sucks at your neck, like he’s trying to mark you or something. Another part of you likes it, like he should be sucking on your neck for the whole world to see that you belong to him.

Oh god no. No, it can’t go that far. This is just sex it doesn’t mean anything more than that.

With a grunt, he’s back inside you and filling you so completely. This position feels more intense as you are both at eye level with each other and feel the rise and fall of your chests. You can’t hold on for much longer as he rubs your clit with his thumb and coaxes you to reach your orgasm.

“Yes, honey you feel so good. Taking my cock so well,” he coos in your ear. You shut your eyes and groan at him, angry at yourself for liking everything he ever says to you.

Your walls flutter around his length and he grins at you, grinding his hips into your faster to get you closer to your release. You keep your eyes shut, trying to savor these feelings he’s giving you but your focus gets snapped away as you feel his hand on your jaw. He kisses you passionately, attacking your lips with his and your tongues swirl against each other. He breaks the kiss and looks at you with a dangerous glint in his eyes.

“Cum for me, show me how good I make you feel,” he demands.

Your body shakes and you squeeze around his length, making you cry out his name over and over. It’s all too much and somehow you’ll know you’ll be wanting more later. He slows his pace and continues to watch you moan through your orgasm. Clinging onto his arms, you gasp and try to get ahold of your emotions.

Elvis quickly pulls out of you and you watch as his hand wraps around his cock, wet and sticky from your arousal. He groans as he slowly pulls his foreskin back and exposes his red tip and rubs his thumb there. He keeps this slow pace as you can’t look away from what he’s doing to himself. Wishing you could be the one to do that.

He looks up at you and grabs your hand, pulling you off the ledge. He wraps your hand around his length and you jerk him slowly, watching his face form into ecstasy.

“Make me cum baby,” he says low. You nod your head and start moving your hand faster, hearing the slick sounds your hand on his length is making. Watching him get off like this is so unbelievably attractive and makes you want him to take you again. His breathing labors and you feel him twitch in your hand. Quickly, you sink to your knees and pump his load on your breasts. He looks down at you in awe, so lust driven and filled with pleasure. You keep looking up at him as he continues to cum hot thick spurts on you. You don’t understand why this is so hot but you can admit that it was just as enjoyable to him as it was for you.

The last few drops come out of him and he’s left breathless, biting his lip as he looks at your hungrily, watching the spurts of his cum drop down your breasts.

“Fuck, you know exactly what I wanted huh?” He smirks.

“I had a feeling you might like it,” you say coyly.

He walks swiftly to the side of the bed, giving you a great view of his behind leaving you on your knees on the floor. He pulls the handle of the top drawer of the small nightstand and pulls out a Polaroid camera. Walking back to you and sinking onto his knees too, he looks you over.

“May I?” He asks as he raises the camera up. “You look too good to not be photographed,” he marvels to you.

You nod your head before you can form a coherent thought. Placing your hands underneath your breasts, you lift them slightly and squeeze, giving him the best view imaginable. You look directly into the camera lens, showing off your big doe eyes, and wait for him to take the picture. He grins at you and raises the camera to his eye, leaning back, and pressing the shutter button.

Click.

He pulls the film out of the top of the camera and shakes it. He set them down on the ground and takes your breasts in his hands, rubbing your nipples causing another electric shock into your system.

“God you make me want to do so many bad things to you,” he whimpers softly.

You blush at his words and look down at the discarded Polaroid, capturing you covered in his seed and for him to keep for as long as he wants.

“Well I told you I’d stay, you better show me some of those things you want,” you look back up at him challengingly, biting your lip to keep yourself from smiling. You know you’re in deep trouble with him, sinful thoughts filling your head with the most alluring man to ever exist sitting right in front of you. And lord, what lovely sins you’ll commit with him.

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Happy birthday to the one and only @writcraft! I know you probably feel this year hasn’t been as productive as you’d like fandom-wise, so this is both a reminder and a token of appreciation, a short rec list that hopes to highlight a little bit of your immense contribution to fandom. This is ofc 100% self-indulgent and my picks might be a bit too obvious - I doubt that anyone who’s been around for a while hasn’t heard of these classics before, but those who are new to the fandom (or just new to Writ’s works - I’m so jealous!) might enjoy this “starter pack” with my personal selection of must-reads.

There’s a little bit of everything: Drarry, Snarry, femslash, dark fic, kinky fic, angst with a happy ending, romcom, hurt/comfort. No matter the tone or trope, they’re not only perfectly thought out and executed but they also deliver profound human experiences that resonates within, and thought-provoking explorations of romance, queerness and hope. I have often wondered how Writ could be so prolific over the years, always impressing me with such flawless depth of characterization across different ships. Now I realize this comes from the amount of passion and research they pour into their work. Writ commits to fandom - and to writing - both intellectually and emotionally, bringing together their creative, fannish, militant and intellectual sides like nobody else can do. This combination breathes life and heart into every love story they create, making them all bright and unique, inspiring universal emotions while remaining deeply personal.

Writ, I cannot thank you enough for being such a kind, witty and welcoming friend, always up to discuss fandom meta, gritty fic plots, old and new ship obsessions, dog parenting, queer & pop culture references! I learn so much from you and it’s a privilege (and a delight) to have someone to share both silly and deep, insightful convos with. Becoming friends with you - an author I’ve been admiring and looking up to for so many years now - still feels a bit surreal but it’s easily one of the best parts of 2022/2023 for me. I hope you enjoy your day to the fullest, and have an amazing time celebrating with yours. Happy birthday my friend! 💜

🎵 True Colors (E, 6k) - Harry/Teddy

Teddy spent the last year running away from his feelings for Harry. Now it’s time to come home.

🧵 Independent Love Song (E, 6k) - Ginny/Millie

Millicent Bulstrode is a tailor and Ginny is losing her mind over a woman in a tweed blazer and burgundy brogues.

🪞 Doppelganger (M, 7k) - Drarry, Romione

It was just a silly dare, but one ill-advised trip into the Forbidden Forest changes Harry’s life forever.

🎼 Hopelessly Devoted To You (E, 10k) - Harry/George

Harry and George watch a lot of musicals and accidentally fall in love.

🗞️ Potterzine (E, 11k) - Snarry

When Severus Snape finds a fanzine with a picture of Professor Potter in a compromising position with Draco Malfoy on the cover, he confronts Potter about the offending literature.

🪩 An Aching Soul (M, 14k) - Drarry

Draco Malfoy escapes to the Muggle world to avoid his parents, memories of the war and Harry Potter. However, some things prove harder to escape than others as Draco realises when his favourite Muggle haunt is rudely invaded by a post-war Harry who is struggling to cope with grief, growing up and the battle with his inner demons.

⛓️ Dirty Little Secret (E, 22k) - Drarry

When someone threatens Harry’s life, Kingsley decides to send him to a safe house with only Draco Malfoy for company. As the two men are forced together, memories of the past resurface and secrets are discovered.

🥐 A Life Worth Remembering (E, 23k) - Drarry + Snape

Severus Snape wakes in St Mungo’s, to discover that a potions accident has wiped the last forty years from his body and mind. Just twenty-five years old, Severus is reliant on Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, now both in their forties, to help him fill in the missing decades.

🚘 Harry Potter and The Bisexual Awakening (E, 23k) - Drarry

Harry is perfectly content being single, heterosexual and living in Godric's Hollow with his very clingy rescue dog, Snitch. When Draco Malfoy turns up on Harry's doorstep demanding that Harry teach him how to drive, things quickly become a lot more complicated.

⌛️ Collapse Amongst the Dying Stars (M, 26k) - Drarry

After the final battle nothing is quite as Harry expected. Death Eaters remain unaccounted for, Malfoy is in prison and there is something rotten in Azkaban.

💋 The Beating of This Fragile Heart (E, 33k) - Snarry

After the war, the last thing Severus Snape needs is the memory of a fleeting wartime kiss and a very persistent Harry Potter thwarting his plans to live a peaceful and solitary life.

📸 Expecto Patronum (E, 35k) - Drarry

As Draco Malfoy negotiates his feelings for the wizarding world's brightest star, he becomes increasingly attached to Harry and unravels the secrets he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.

🗽How We Were Warriors (E, 51k) - Snarry

A homophobic attack in London’s Soho brings Harry to New York City to discover more about the past. Still haunted by love and loss in the eighties, Severus just wants to forget.

🥃 The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things (E, 63k) - Drarry

Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why he’s been so out of sorts.

🏳️‍🌈 Little Compton Street verse (E, 150k) - Drarry, Sirius/James, Minerva/Will

Draco is lonely, Harry hates the press and it won’t stop raining in London. Harry discovers a magical street that’s close to disappearing forever and Draco realises he’s one rainy night in Soho away from finding everything he’s been searching for.

[thenexusofsouls]

New Muse: Jared Nomak Damaskinos

[Bio and other information below the cut! Trigger warnings ahead for images containing blood and body horror.]

Type of Character & Fandom/Source Material: Canon character from the movie Blade 2. I don't know what's taken me so long to do this, I've wanted to write him for over a decade now, haha.

(Disclaimer: All information here was taken from the Blade II movie, the Blade II Wiki, Villains Wiki, my own headcanons, and other outside research. Some information may conflict with what is in these sources, but my own headcanons have changed some things I felt didn’t make sense or that made more sense to develop in a different way.)

Full Name: Jared Nomak Damaskinos, but he prefers to go by his middle name of Nomak

FC: Luke Goss as Nomak

Gender Identity: Male (he/him)

Romantic Inclination/Sexuality: Hetero-romantic/heterosexual

Species: Natural-born, pureblooded, noble vampire or “Vampyr” of House Damaskinos. Infected later in life with the Reaper Strain virus which genetically altered him to become a Reaper, a species of vampire that is vastly genetically different from traditional ones.

Family: Eli Damaskinos (father); Nyssa Damaskinos (younger sister)

Age: Unknown, but I generally think of him as being 3-4 centuries old, in that range.

Ethnicity: Supposedly Damaskinos was of Greek descent, despite that his entire House speaks a mostly Eastern European-inspired language and that Nomak frequented countries like the Czech Republic and United States. *shrugs* Take from that what you will, heh.

Native language: Ancient Vampiric (a fictional language with Slavic roots and also some Russian and Czech influences)

Abilities/Strengths: High intelligence; superhuman strength; superhuman mobility; superhuman stamina; instantaneous healing; nigh-immortality; escape artist; master martial artist; tactical leadership and stealth skills; enhanced tracking; impersonation; manipulation; persuasion; immunity to garlic extract and silver nitrate; and he is only momentarily weakened by EDTA (ethylenediaminetetraacetic) acid (a chelating agent which alters the clotting ability and overall chemistry of blood and prevents biofilm formation).

Detriments/Weaknesses: Vulnerable to sunlight, although it is not nearly-instantly fatal the way it is for regular vampires. He has maybe a couple minutes of tolerance to it instead of only a couple of seconds. Even if he is burned by sunlight, if he can get back into darkness quickly enough, he will fully heal in seconds. Fire is damaging to him in the same way, but he will also completely heal/regenerate from this if he can extinguish the fire quickly enough. Also, damage to his heart can be fatal if enough is inflicted at one time, but only if the thick bone casing around his heart can be bypassed or crushed.

Potentially Triggering Material in Threads: Blood, gore, violence, viruses, infection, toxins, body horror, genetic experimentation, and medical themes.

Negative Personality Traits: Arrogance, stubbornness, impulsiveness, defensiveness, aggressiveness. Some of this is his core personality while a lot of it is due to changes made to him by the Reaper Strain.

Positive Personality Traits: Loyalty, bravery, intelligence, resilience.

BACKGROUND 

Nomak is one of Eli Damaskinos’ sons, making him a pureblooded vampire by birth, as opposed to a vampire that is actually a turned human being. House Damaskinos is something of a royal House among vampire lineages, and because of that, Nomak is referred to by his father as a prince. Damaskinos himself is the head of the worldwide vampire ruling authority known as the Shadow Cabinet. Despite his supposed importance, Nomak was essentially used as a guinea pig for his father’s genetic experiments. He agreed to do it voluntarily, but then after things went horribly awry, Damaskinos abandoned Nomak as something of a dirty secret instead of trying to help cure the viral infection he’d been afflicted with. This left Nomak with a deep-seated resentment toward his family, particularly his father, and a desire to hunt vampires for food.

The goals of Damaskinos’ experiments were to rid his bloodline of the hereditary weaknesses that afflict all vampires, most notably their vulnerability to sunlight. To accomplish this, he funded genetic research involving viral vectors (types of viruses that deliver genetic material to cells) that could be used to cause DNA mutation and fix some of these hereditary detriments. Instead… the Reaper Strain was created, and Nomak was mutated into a new species. What he became was an intense, ravenous, aggressive creature called a Reaper, which is genetically as different from vampires as vampires are from humans. The embarrassment of both the scientific failure and the unhinged creature Nomak had become caused Damaskinos to abandon this way of going about his research, as well as his son. From then on, the research was conducted using cloned embryos that could easily be destroyed if something went genetically awry, since controlling Nomak and containing the infection he bore proved to be impossible.

To kill Nomak, Damaskinos authorized the Bloodpack to hunt him. The Bloodpack were an elite fighting force of vampires headed by his daughter Nyssa who were originally trained to hunt Blade, a half-human, half-vampire vigilante who wanted to eradicate all vampires. Instead, they temporarily teamed up with Blade to eliminate the Reaper spawn Nomak left behind from his feedings and eventually kill him. He proved to be a formidable adversary, however, with both his combat training and the advantages conferred to him by the virus rendering him difficult to pin down or injure. Before Nomak was infected with the Reaper Strain, he had been highly trained as an elite vampire soldier as well, and would have assumed a position much like Nyssa’s at the head of the Bloodpack team in his own geographic region. Hence, he has extensive knowledge and abilities regarding combat, strategy, and stealth.

As a carrier of the Reaper Strain, Nomak retained his personality and intelligence that spawn lack. He was the only Reaper capable of choosing to feed, kill, and/or infect at will, while spawn are at the mercy of their basal instincts. He also was not as dependent on feeding around the clock as spawn were, having the ability to ignore his hunger and postpone feeding for a while if he chooses. That isn’t to say he doesn’t suffer detrimental effects, but he at least has the mental wherewithal to decide to feed rather than being at the mercy of his hunger. However, the hungrier he gets, the more aggressive, antsy, and impatient he gets as well.

His infection left him generally more violent, aggressive, and high-energy because it ramped up his metabolism and hunting instincts considerably. Nomak was not about to be seen as a mindless monster, however, and after giving his signet ring for House Damaskinos to one of Blade’s allies to prove his identity, it became known that he was Damaskinos’ son and that the elder vampire knew far more about the origin of the Reaper Strain than he was letting on. Even Nyssa had been in the dark about the experiments and that Nomak was her brother.

After attempts to make himself seem more sympathetic and to potentially win Blade over to his side were unsuccessful, Nomak made a last-ditch effort to get revenge on his family by breaking into the compound where Damaskinos and Nyssa lived. After killing his father and infecting his sister, Nomak finally took his own life after Blade managed to stab him in the heart through the opening in the bone casing around it. Nomak chose to drive Blade's sword in deeper rather than pull it out and regenerate. Blade then honored Nyssa’s final wish to die before the Reaper Strain took her over and carried her outside to "see the sun."

BIOLOGY AND CHEMISTRY OF THE REAPER STRAIN AND HOW REAPERS FEED

The tongue is what actually delivers the Reaper virus. The virus is injected through the barbs on either side of the bifurcated masticatory (jaw) muscles, which are overdeveloped in Reapers, allowing for a much stronger bite. The basic structure of their jaws remains the same, but there’s no mandible bone. The hearts of Reapers are encased in bone, with only the left side being vulnerable. Thus, stakes through the heart will only work if that sweet spot where there is no bone can be aimed for. If the brain dies, the body still tries to feed.

Spawn need fresh blood every couple of hours or they start feeding on themselves out of desperation. They could literally starve to death in less than a day. Nomak is different because he’s the carrier. Even so, his metabolism is still much higher than that of a regular vampire. He needs to decently feed at least once every day or his health begins to suffer. The more he feeds, however, the stronger he becomes.

The advantage to infecting while feeding is that they get a better meal for a few reasons. When feeding and infecting, reapers’ jaw bifurcates to reveal two large barbs on the ends of either half that secrete a venom that is a neurotoxin, paralyzing the victim while they feed. This results in the victim’s body and metabolism slipping into a calmer state which allows the reappear to extract more blood more quickly due to lower blood pressure of the victim and a reduction in the constriction of blood vessels. While feeding in this manner, “gills” on the reaper’s back open and delicate, vascular tissue inflates and becomes exposed. This exposure of the vascular tissue to open air increases the oxygen absorption rate into the reaper’s bloodstream, increasing his metabolism further and allowing his body to more efficiently process the blood he is currently ingesting.

This method also renders the victim unable to fight back, allowing the reaper to feed calmly and thoroughly, and there is a school of thought surrounding the diminished mental capacity of spawn that says their animalistic qualities are the result of them being brought to the brink of death as the reaper feeds and their brains being denied oxygen while they lay in a paralyzed state. This leaves the resulting spawn Reaper with only limited intelligence and some memory recall, much like a zombie. However, this effect is still seen in those who have not been paralyzed while infected, suggesting that the Reaper Strain itself causes the diminished and limited mental capacity in spawn. (For example, Lighthammer still knowing and saying Verlaine’s name shortly after he turns, but he still attacks her despite that she’s someone he loves. He had enough memory recall and intelligence to vaguely know who she was, but not enough for emotion or rational thought to prevent him from attacking her.) Thus, it is reasonable to say that the personalities of Reaper spawn are largely lost after turning, and hunting instincts take over.

QUOTE ANALYSIS (Because it sheds some light on his psychology.)

To Blade: “Is the enemy of my enemy my friend… or my enemy?” Nomak was willing to work with Blade to eradicate vampires, which just illustrates how angry he was at his own kind for doing this to him. However, he isn’t sure if Blade is willing to do the same, despite them both wanting the same thing. The rejection by Blade stings Nomak, since it essentially says Blade thinks he’s even lower than the vampires. It also illustrates just how alone Nomak is that he cannot acquire allies who are sympathetic to his cause.

To Damaskinos: “I’ve spared you my fate. You will die.” The fact that Nomak mentions sparing his father his own fate really illustrates how bad he thinks his fate really was. Despite that it seemed like Nomak was on a power trip and enjoying himself while killing vampires and wreaking havoc on human and vampire society alike, the truth as he reveals it here is that it sucks to be a Reaper, no pun intended. It’s hard. It’s painful. It’s relentless. The constant hunger and frenetic nature of having a ramped-up metabolism and heightened aggression had taken a toll on him. It was a fate he would not even wish on the father who had cursed him with it in the first place. Interesting, then, that he did choose to inflict this fate on Nyssa… but I’ll address this point with the next quote.

To Nyssa, before he infects her: “You… You were his favorite.” Nomak was really hurt by how easily his father discarded him once his infection didn’t go according to plan. He thought he meant more to his father than that, and to be tossed aside like trash and then hunted like an animal was something that really emotionally damaged him. I think he resented Nyssa for being the “favorite,” or at least what he perceived as the favorite, but as we know from an earlier scene with Damaskinos, he was willing to let Nyssa be killed in order to stop Nomak. This is rather shocking, because not only was he willing to experiment on his own children, but the cleaning up of the embarrassment that Nomak became was of greater importance to him than his daughter’s life. I think if Nomak had known that, he would not have hated Nyssa so much, because essentially, she meant no more to Damaskinos than Nomak did himself. Instead, he resented her for the way she had more value in Damaskinos’ eyes (as far as he knew), and therefore wanted to punish her for that by cursing her with the Reaper infection. Hence Nyssa’s comment to Blade when she asks to “see the sun,” that “I want to die while I am still a vampire.”

It also begs the question, since Nyssa didn’t seem to know Nomak, didn’t know he was her brother, and didn’t know he had been infected with the virus as an adult vampire (as opposed to creating genetically-modified vampire embryos as Damaskinos decided to do going forward)… why haven’t Nomak and Nyssa met before now? Is it possible that Nyssa is a whole lot younger than Nomak is? Or maybe they have simply lived in different countries for most of Nyssa’s life? If Nyssa was living in the United States and Nomak was in the Czech Republic, as he starts out in the beginning of the movie, that would make some sense. Damaskinos was reported to have fathered thousands of children across many centuries, so it's not as far-fetched as one might think that Nomak and Nyssa had never met before.

To Blade, while dying: “It’s… strange. It hurts… it hurts no more.” With his healing abilities, Nomak could have removed the blade from his heart, regenerated almost instantly, and been fine. Instead, he forces the blade in deeper, fatally damaging his vulnerable heart after saying the above line. I find this to be the saddest and most poignant moment for Nomak, because no matter how you interpret the line, the upshot is that he was a tortured person… and now he sees a way out of that pain. Either what “hurts” is his rage at his family and his desire for revenge over the wrongs done to him, and it doesn’t matter anymore because he accomplished that revenge, so… why go on fighting? Or, what “hurts” could be the emotional and physical toll the Reaper virus has had on him, on his identity as a person and a pureblooded, natural-born vampire, and how the incessant hunger must have tortured him, and if he just pushes the blade in deeper… it could all end right now. Basically, he’s saying you know what? I’m at peace now. It’s strange, but what had been hurting me isn’t hurting anymore. He’s let go of the rage, the frenzy, and now he just wants to rest. That’s how I interpret it, and it’s sad but it’s also a rather peaceful end to a life that had been thrust into this extremely violent and turbulent existence by his father.

Potential Starter Ideas:

I can easily divorce Nomak from the movie plot and make him a bit more versatile, and will likely do that unless someone specifically wants a thread that follows the plot of the movie.

Maybe he doesn't have an interest in getting revenge on his family. Maybe he just wants to try and lay low somewhere, which backfires when he ends up leaving spawn behind as he figures out how to deal with his infection.

If you have a vampire muse, maybe Nomak wanders into their territory and there's a bit of a turf issue?

If you have a scientist muse or someone who could conceivably develop a cure for the Reaper Strain, he might possibly be convinced to work with you because he really would like to go back to being a normal vampire, heh.

I'm open to whatever ideas you may have! =)

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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞

𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 | 𝐚𝐠𝐞: 18 | 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: she/her | 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲: july 1st | 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞: words of affirmation—physical touch

𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬—

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𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 . . . being a bad friend, letting my friends, family, and coaches down, the feeling of failure, breaking/broken promises, liars, people who waste my time, people who are mean to animals ( including bugs ), inconsiderate people, people who are mean to my friends or family, having allergies, toxic positivity, bananas ( it’s a texture thing ), pick-me's, wearing socks to bed, having anxiety, loud chewing, having a stuffy nose, humid weather, being sleep-deprived, stress, being sick, taking/people who take jokes too far. . .

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Midnight Bathing Serenade. 

Masterlist of fan fiction

Fandom: The Hobbit

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut.

Summary: Based on this imagine. Requested as a full length fic by @dreamalittleebigger, @glassgulls and @lemond57

Comments: As always, if you like the story, please consider a reblog. It really does help. If you would like to be added to any of my story tag lists, or my Follow Forever tag list (where you’re tagged in everything) then please let me know.

You couldn't help yourself. You could hear the splashing of water and knew that Thorin had disappeared from the group. Everything was dark, with only a thin strip of moonlight almost forming a pathway for you through undergrowth. The stars were twinkling overhead, reminding you of diamonds which had been thrown against a black velvet backdrop.

Thorin stood in the cold water, the river moving slowly around him. He cupped his hands and picked up the soothing and refreshing water, splashing it to his face and in his hair.

The sudden sound of a twig breaking caught his attention, and he couldn't help but smirk. He knew it was you. Every time that he ventured away from the Company to wash, you followed. Up until now, however, he had kept it a secret to the fact that he knew you watched him. His level of self-control had amazed him. Thorin knew without a shadow of a doubt that he loved you. But he also enjoyed the fact that you watched him and didn't realise that he knew. It aroused him, excited him.

That self control snapped. Finally.

"I know you're there," he said. "Come here."

You stopped dead in your tracks, terrified, shocked, like a deer coming face to face with a predator. You had been found out. Your dirty secret would no doubt be told to the rest of the Company, and they would all get a great deal of entertainment from it.

"Come here," Thorin said sternly, repeating himself.

You stepped out into the clearing where he could see you. Seeing him closer made you gasp. The water was lapping around his waist, just high enough to cover that one part of him you were desperate to see. It made you swallow hard, and your gaze dipped to his navel, following dark hair down into the water.

"Do not make me say it again," he demanded.

"But my clothes?" you said stupidly.

"Take them off."

A flush hit your cheeks. Heat rose in your neck and face, but also poured into the lowest part of your stomach, trickling downward to form a thumping between your thighs which was in time with your heart.

"Do it slowly," he instructed again.

Your shaking hands unbuttoned your shirt, fumbling as they went.

Thorin felt that all too familiar sensation hit him hard. It was the sensation that had woke him deep in the night when he had dreamed of you. In his nighttime fantasies and you were riding him, your beautiful body wrapped in golden light. His blue eyes, the colour of aquamarine, watched you avidly.

His stare made something unfurl within you, a fire that was hidden away. Those eyes were opening something inside you which you had never felt before.

Thorin stepped toward the bank, the water still lapping around his waist. He held out his hand to you, gesturing for you to take it.

You placed your small hand into his, your gazes never unlocking. You stepped out of your clothing which was now a pile, discarded on the riverbank.

The cold water dug into your warm skin, but you barely noticed, your attention still locked on Thorin.

As soon as you were stood before him, his hands clasped around your cheeks and he kissed you. All breath left you and you groaned beneath the kiss. His tongue felt for yours and gradually his hands left your face, delving down to your breasts.

Amid pants and groans, you locked your legs around Thorin's waist, feeling him enter you. He filled you completely, buried in your warmth and love. For a second you remained still, until he began to move.

The two of you thrust back and forth, the water splashing around you with your movements. You kept your arms wrapped around his strong and broad shoulders.

Thorin peppered your face and neck with kisses as he continued his movements, feeling that ascension to euphoria get closer and closer to its peak.

The angle of Thorin meant that he kept pressing on that sweet spot which could bring you to a place where stars burst before your eyes. He began to get faster, you noticed.

"My love," Thorin groaned, kissing your earlobe.

The peak hit and a tsunami of intense pleasure crashed over you. You shook in his arms, your nerve endings lighting up with electricity. It made you cry out, but immediately Thorin caught your lips against his and muffled the cry.

The sound of you climaxing made Thorin also hit his peak. Everything shifted and all that arousal came undone, pouring through his entire being like fire.

Flickers of aftershocks raced down your legs as you looked at Thorin, his gaze growing soft. He smiled at you and then placed one single kiss against your lips, then pressed his forehead to yours.

"My love," he whispered again.

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𝑤𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 ➤ 𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑢 𝑚.

NSFW!!

MINORS DNI.

Dirty talk, oral, daddy kink, threesome (sort of??)

Wrote this originally for another fandom but decided to write it for these boys.

Hope yall like it :)

Yall can also leave suggestions if you want! :D

!! Female reader !! She/her pronouns !!

It wasn’t a secret. It was completely out in the open.

Everyone knew about it.

(Everyone, minus the two.... at least, that's what Stu thought.) Stu had an attraction to (Y/N); who just so happened to be his best friend, Billy's, girlfriend. Billy and Stu were the best of friends, have been ever since they could remember. Even being as close as they were, Stu would never dare mention how he wanted nothing more than to bend Billy's girlfriend over and absolutely wreck into her, making her moan out in complete pure bliss and satisfaction. I mean, truly, what way is there to say that without coming off as a total pervert? “Hey, Billy, is it cool if I take your girl out into my room and absolutely fucking wreck her?” There’s no way to say that without being blunt. Or… being absolutely weird about the situation. Stu didn’t need to go and reveal his secret (which truly wasn’t a secret at all) to Billy and (Y/N). The two couple already had plans arranged and in order for the man. *~*~*~*~*~*

Stu was in his bedroom, his hand fisted around his cock as he slowly began to move it up and down, faster than harder, his groans growing louder and louder and right before he could cum- “Stu?" The door opens, (which he thought he had shut and locked) revealing (Y/N) who was in a lacy and silk lilac (F/C) lingerie which barely covered anything. “Fuck, (Y/N)! Ever heard of knocking?” He says, voice cracking. Normally, he'd be embarrassed when his voice gave out but he was just on the edge of an orgasm, he couldn't really help himself or the way his voice gave away. Stu reaches over quickly, grabbing a pillow and covering himself with it. (Y/N) in response giggles, “I heard you,” She murmurs, her tongue darting out of her mouth as she wets her lips....

Fuck... what Stu wouldn’t do to see those pretty lips wrapped around the head of his cock before she'd hollow in her cheeks and go down, pushing more inches of his dick into her opening mouth- Stop it! This is Billy's girlfriend we are talking about! “I heard you,” She echoes, sitting down right beside Stu on the bed, their knees touching ever so slightly and the simplest touch drove Stu mad. “Been hearing you... actually.. All those times you’ve gotten off to me, I heard those moans you do. Whining my name out. Well, how about instead of fucking up into your hand, you can actually have a taste of what you’ve been waiting for?” (Y/N) says, seductively, her legs parting and Stu could tell that she was wet by the outside of her lace undergarments, a tiny pool forming on the outside fabric. “What…” Stu gulps, chest heaving up and down, sweat trickling down his forehead, rolling down his cheeks and off of his skin. “What about Billy?" (Y/N) giggles again in reply, “He’ll be joining us.” She informed.

“Huh?” “I see my little slut is already after my best friend’s cock,” Billy's rough voice sends chills down Billy's spine and Stu chews on his bottom lip, eyes flickering back and forth from Billy to (Y/N). Finally, Stu glances over at the door where Billy stood, his shirt was unbuttoned and his pale skin was lined up with deep dark bruises. Hickey’s from (Y/N), no doubt. “She’s begging for it,” He adds, the door closing behind him as he strolls into Stu's bedroom, sitting opposite of Stu. “Tell him.” Billy states, his voice dark but his eyes darker. “Tell him how you want him to fuck you, baby girl.” (Y/N) whining and squirming, nods her head quickly and turns her attention back to Stu. “Please? I’ve… I’ve seen the way you look at me. I know you want a taste of me, I know you want to feel me clenching on your cock so just- please, do it. Please take me.” Was this really happening? Stu wanted to lift his hand up and pinch his skin but he felt like a deer in headlights, frozen at the spot, to even do that.

Billy noticed his behavior and the obvious sign of confusion resting against his features. With a chuckle, Billy grabs Stu by the shoulder and turns him around, their eyes meeting together. "What have I always said? Opportunities like this come once in a lifetime. This goes with that statement, too." "Stu, this is your once in a lifetime chance to devour and wreck my girl's pussy. I know you've been wanting to. The walls here are extremely thin. We're best friends.

"Best friends share. Sharing is caring, right? I'm sharing my girlfriend with you... at least for tonight. I give both of you permission. I'm perfectly okay with it." He reassured, giving a shrug of his shoulders as he explained himself and the situation they're in. He then gets off of the bed and makes his way over to the bean bag that was neatly placed in the corner of the room. Billy looked at both Stu and (Y/N) as if they were his prey and he was the predator. “Are you sure-“ “Stu...I love you," (Y/N) began, taking her manicured hands up to rest along Stu's strong jawline before she's pushing his face to hers, allowing their gaze to lock together. "You’re one of my best friends also but if you don’t want to have sex with me then-“ “Nope, I want to. Just shocked that you both agreed to this.” He said quickly, a dust of red washing over his cheeks as he confessed what he had been holding in for so long.

Billy laughs and once the laughter dies down and he has stopped, he shakes his head before shooting Stu a smile. "There we go. Was that so hard to admit it? Just remember, this is only for tonight, okay? She's still my girlfriend. Really, you're lucky I'm even doing this." “I understand. She’s all yours.” Stu throws the pillow he had resting against his crotch area aside as he then strips out of his jeans, throwing them with little to no care in the world. (Y/N) drops the lingerie onto the floor and crawls back up onto the mattress and lied there until Billy tells Stu what to do. “Now,” Billy began, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip as his eyes glance over at his girlfriend's body which was, like always, so perfect and lovely, “I know that (Y/N) knows the whole aspect and what I’m doing but you, however, do not.

"So... Stu, you’re allowed to have sex and fuck my girlfriend.. But, everything you do, I must say first. I’m in order. I’m in control.” “So, right now? Lean down, spread her legs out and eat her out before you even begin wrecking into her. I know how much she adores being eaten out.” Stu nods, his body felt weak as this was truly going on, he couldn't believe it to be real.

And yet, here he was, leaning down as his tongue gazes over (Y/N)'s clit. It was a simple gesture, a tiny movement and yet... even by the simplest touch, it made (Y/N) whine and mewl like a kitten, her back arching up off of the bed, the mattress squeaking below them.

His tongue circles around the slit and around her walls, he does tiny and small figure eight’s against her cunt which makes her moans grow louder. “There’s my good girl,” Billy's voice seems faint to Stu as all he can hear right now is the lovely moans spilling out from (Y/N)'s lips. “She’s so good, isn’t she, Stu?" Stu pulls back, only a little bit, really, nodding in agreement. “I see why she’s always limping around. I’d fuck her everyday if I were you.” “Trust me, I already do.” Billy says with a smirk on his face. (Y/N) rolls her eyes at the remark but that quickly goes elsewhere as Stu dives right back in, tongue lapping up her juices and tongue flicking across her cunt. “That clit is so good, I love the sweetness that comes along with it as well. The taste on my tongue, on my lips, she’s just delicious. My perfect and pretty little girl,” Billy cooes, shifting around as his cock gets harder and harder. He vowed not to get off as the two did this; wanted (Y/N) to help him along with that once Stu had his fix. “Please,” (Y/N) croaks, voice beginning to get high pitched, “Please, Billy... I need to cum.” “Don’t ask me, darling. Ask the one whose face is buried in between your thighs.” “F-Fuck.., You're right, yeah, you're right... Stu, please. Can I cum?” Stu, the idiot that he is, raises his hands up, giving a thumbs up signal in reply. He doesn’t dare stop the movements from his tongue against her slit, however, as he quickly hurried along until she was scratching her nails down on the sheets, pulling at the blankets as the familiar sensation was pooling in her stomach as she came with a soft but loud wail. Stu happily licked up all of her sweet juices, pulling back with a satisfied grin. “You’ve got a good girl here, Loomis." “Yeah, I know.” Billy replies, smiling fondly. He then takes his eyes off of his girl before clapping his hands together. “Alright so.. With that, you can gladly now get to it.” “Doesn’t she need to be stretched?” Stu recommends, after all, he didn’t want to hurt Billy's girlfriend. He’d get his ass kicked if he accidentally did. “Nah, already did that for you.” “Is that what I was hearing early? Those banging noises weren’t coming from a movie scene involving sex, was it?” “Nope! Now, go on and fuck my girl. I wanna see the way she reacts to my best friend’s cock and I want to see how good you wreck her.” Instantly, Stu gives a nod, he lubes up his shaft with the bottle of lube that's always by his bedside table before slowly pushing inside (Y/N). (Of course, not without applying a condom on as well.) A longing whine runs off of her lips at the sudden movement and action. “O-Oh...” “Start off slow but quicken the pace. She might act all innocent and sweet but behind those closed doors, this girl’s another story. Isn’t that right, princess? You’re daddy’s little filthy girl.” “O-Oh... Billy!" She arches her back more up off of the bed, her lips forming out into an ‘o’ as she throws her head back against the pillows. “That’s it, baby. I’m right here. Can you moan for Stu? I bet he’s been dying to hear you moan his name for the longest time.” “S-Shit! Stu... fuck... You’re so good. More, please, more." She begs, eyes fluttering shut and hand coming in contact with his hair, gripping on it.

Stu quickens his pace when he hears that, thrusting in and out of the girl beneath him, low and husky grunts flooding out of his mouth. He shuts his eyes closed, his skin pounding against (Y/N)'s own. Both of them were getting closer and closer, (Y/N)'s stomach, once again, pooled in with a familiar sensation as Stu's thrusts were becoming sloppier and sloppier. “Go on, cum; the both of you.” Billy demands and without hesitation, the two of them reach their orgasm, (Y/N)'s moans mixed in with Stu's deep and low grunts. “There’s my good girl.” Billy hums, getting up from the chair he was sitting on and goes over to the mattress, his hand resting on (Y/N)'s cheek, fingers brushing a few loose stray pieces of hair back as he tucks them behind her ear. “Now… will my good little girl please fuck me now? Daddy's been good. I didn't get off, like you thought I would, when you were clearly getting pounded by my best friend." (Y/N), getting tired from two orgasms, nods weakly and looks over at Stu with a tiny laugh. “Can you pull out, please?” “Oh, right. Sorry.” He laughs deeply, slowly pulling out with a groan and goes over, ridding himself of the condom, throwing it into the trash. “Now, we’re not all the way done… Princess here is going to ride me and afterwards she’s going to suck you off. That okay with you, sweetheart?” Billy asks, taking off his clothes, dropping them onto the floor. “Mhm, that’s fine. But, I wanna make daddy feel good first,” She cooes, grabbing Billy and pushing him down onto the bed. Stu, with wide eyes, watches as he sinks into the bean bag, grabbing at his cock, slowly pumping up and down as (Y/N) sunk herself onto Billy's cock with a gasp. “You always make me feel so full, daddy. Love you so much.” “Love my girl too, can she please move for her daddy, though? Fuck me, please, baby girl..." Stu chuckles as he fists at his cock, tightening his grip slightly. “And here I thought you were the one always in charge, Billy." Billy, as (Y/N) was bouncing up and down against him, did the same that Stu did earlier, he raises his hand up but instead of the thumbs up motion, he flips Stu off. “Mmm, look at my boy. Love seeing your girl bouncing on your dick, don’t you, baby boy?” (Y/N) whines, her body sore and sensitive but she wanted nothing more than to please her boyfriend. “Ah... fuck, yes, baby... I love it so much. Love my girl so much.” Billy whines, throwing his head back, one of his hands going on (Y/N)'s lower back as the other claws down the sheets. He arches his back up to meet with (Y/N)'s thrusts and both their moans mix together as they come closer and closer.

Billy, whom still is groaning louder and louder as he’s becoming to reach his peak, turns to Stu. "Stu? You can go ahead and wake up now.” Huh?

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Suddenly, Stu is in his bed, eyes darting open. He’s sitting up, a disgusted and confused facial expression washing over his face. Sweat was pouring down from his forehead and the comforter along with his bed sheets were soaked in sweat. How gross. His breathing was hitched and low, heart was beating loudly against his chest to the point he could clearly hear his beating against his eardrums.

Had that all been a dream? It felt so real… “Stu?" Stu looks up, seeing Billy and (Y/N) at his door, a smirk plastered on his face. As for her, a goofy grin painted on her lips. “I guess it’s true what they say.” “And what would that be?” “Wet dreams do come (cum) true.” “Goddamn it, Loomis.." “Anyways, how about we do a second round? Just because you fell asleep right before (Y/N) could get you off.”

(Typical Stu, always falling asleep once he climaxed.) This was a onetime thing, they all knew that. But even then… it wasn’t a one time thing. Not really. As soon as Stu's family would leave for the weekened or vice versa, the three best friends would go into one of their bedroom’s and well… you get the picture. (They all played video games in the end.) (If you consider giving hand jobs to both of your closest friends a game, anyhow.) (They did more, too, of course... such as Stu railing behind as (Y/N) gags and chokes around her boyfriend's best friend's cock...) (Yeah... it was definitely more than a one time sort of situation.) (But the three of them were fine with it.)

[cellophaine]

Congratulation on 1k followers!! Can I tell you a secret? You’re the first fic writer i followed in the daredevil fandom! Your writings are all amazing and i binge read Lingered Affection in one night🥰🥰

And can I request something i saw from @creweemmaeec11 :Your hurt and I'm too worried about you to leave your side for a while but then accidentally fall asleep in the same bed and you just so happen to wake up first and wait I can explain-. With either matt or tristan, your call😘

Rooftop Rendezvous (Part III)

Part I Part II

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Vigilante!F!Reader

Warnings: Poorly written awkwardness.

Author's Note: The third (and probably last) instalment of RR is here! I enjoyed writing for these two low-key unhinged dorks.

To Nonnie: I’m so honoured!! 🥺🖤 thank you for your kind words! I can only hope my writings will continue to live up to your expectations!

P/S: I hope you don't mind me turning your prompt into a continuation of RR :)

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It happened too fast, yet, you felt like time dragged on in slow motion before your blurred vision. The injuries worked their way to your brain, sinking their sharp teeth into your consciousness.

Ambushed and outnumbered, you were lucky enough to escape the scene before the police arrived. You dragged yourself through two blocks, weaving through dirty alleys and deserted streets. The bitter taste of failure and frustration filled your tongue. Or was it blood? The only thing that kept you going was your refusal to die on the street of New York, with your identity revealed to the world like you were a mere piece of spectacle. Another form of entertainment.

Yet, the voice buried deep within you knew that wasn't the only reason. It was hope, even though you didn't recognize it. The need to stay alive, to see your friend again, even though you still didn't know his name. You had hung out more often, with occasional kisses and spontaneous fucks every now and then. The story between you two couldn't end here. You didn't want it to end like this.

Gritting your teeth, you climbed onto the fire escape. The pain in your head was pounding now; everything came in and out of focus. You groaned out loud as you dropped yourself onto the first landing, only to see you had a long way to go. Tears of frustration sprung into your eyes, making it harder to see. You laid back, looking up at the flights of stairs you still needed to climb. You fought hard to stay focused, but it was getting harder by the second. Your body grew heavy, motionless as a blurry shape of the shadow appeared on top of the building, moving against the inky night sky, heading for you.

Death was coming. It was inevitable. You closed your eyes, accepting your final fate, surrendering yourself to the incessant tug of darkness.

Death didn't feel as bad as you thought. The pain reduced to a dull, but you still felt the heaviness throughout your body. The weight settled on your mostly on your waist. Pain spread throughout your body as if there was an endless source of needles sinking into your nerves, tearing your skin apart. It hurt to breathe, and it hurt even worse to move. Even the skin on your eyes felt like they were sealed shut, and it took you great effort to pry them open. You winced as the sharp light hit, taking a few moments to adjust to your newfound surrounding.

This wasn't Hell, and it wasn't your apartment either. The room was lit by the daylight from the big windows. The assault on your eyes had lessened as you took in the plain-looking closet left of your vision. Your gaze lowered onto the oddly familiar weight, almost as if you were here before. You found an arm draped across your torso – thick, hairy and veiny – you concluded after your assessment. You turned your head slowly, taking in the source of warmth and comfort on your right as your sight settled on the figure lying next to you. His body was clad in a form-fitting attire. His face was obscured by the black mask that you knew too well. The only difference was the fabric revealed more than usual, letting the softness of his cheekbone and a part of his prominent nose peek through. New territory, you wondered out loud. However, what came out of your mouth was a confusing, incoherent mumble.

That was enough to jolt the man next to you awake. His arm unconsciously tightened around you, and despite the dull pain, you liked it. You stared at him as he slowly came to the realization of your ... compromised position.

He immediately backed away from you. His sudden movement tugged on the blanket, with his weight on top of it as he sat up. One hand came up to put his mask in place, the other held out in surrender.

"Wait, I know how this looks. But I can explain."

His face had grown a shade redder; the faint blush peeked through under the edge of the mask. You sighed, shaking your head lightly.

"You just can't keep your hands off of me, hm? Even when I'm on my deathbed?"

He chuckled, and that sound made a pleasant echo in your hearing, lodging itself deep in your beating heart.

"You caught me. You're just so damn irresistible."

You huffed out a humoured laugh, but that ignited the pain in your body that you didn't know existed. You exhaled slowly, your eyes screwed shut at the pain.

"I heard you coming to our spot. You passed out before I could get to you. I brought you here, to my place, and I … I had my friend taking care of you. She advised you to take it easy, by the way."

You hummed in a way that said that was up for debate.

"You still haven't explained anything."

He dropped his head as if doing that could magically make the embarrassment go away.

"After my friend left, I … I thought it would be best if I kept a close eye on you. I couldn't bring myself to leave you here, in case you ... need me, you know?"

He sighed, rubbing at the nape of his neck.

"And I just … fell asleep. But, in my defence, you were very comfortable."

Your eyes widened at the shift of blame on you.

"Oh. So it was my fault?"

"No! I didn't mean it that way."

He put his hands up, growing even more flustered. You couldn't help but smile at his cuteness. You groaned softly as every muscle in your body ached. Your hand moved slowly, coming up to rub the tiredness from your face. The skin-on-skin contact alarmed you as you realized your mask was no longer in place.

"My mask. Did ... did your friend see me?"

He shook his head to your relief.

"No."

His curt answer didn't soothe your nerves. He stopped at that, which prompted you to put a question to the obvious.

"... Did you?"

You held your breath, waiting for his answer. He didn't give it right away, and you felt your stomach slowly drop.

"No."

You felt like there was more to it as you waited for him to continue. He said nothing. Instead, his hand came up to loosen the mask, letting it fall to his hand.

"Your identity is safe with me. I'm … I’m blind."

You gingerly sat up; your gaze couldn't leave his face, eagerly taking him in for the first time. Your eyes trailed over the softness of his eyes, the crinkles at the outer corners. The soft curves of his cheeks that peeked through earlier led to the strong jawline covered in light stubble. His full lips parted slightly, tugging at your fond memories of kissing and biting them. You stared at him in awe. Everything about him felt like a beautifully harmonized orchestra for you to witness. You knew him, the dark side you doubted no one else was aware of before you even knew his face.

Your heart skipped a beat, suddenly feeling nervous in his presence, at the danger of it all. Finally, he broke the deafening silence, sealing your fate to his.

"My name is Matt. Matt Murdock."

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Welcome, one and all, circus freaks and horror geeks, to a one-stop-shop of horror, smut, and things other-worldly. One thing to ask yourself before you proceed:

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞?

Grab a flashlight, because it’s dark up ahead. Five fandoms await you here, seven stories to devour (careful, before they take a bite out of you), and one month of salacious fantasy.

One: The house creeks, floorboards making way for nervous steps. Forward, backwards, you’re unsure of everything but the inevitable destination. Wherever you go, the same place awaits you. If home is a person, Levi is a haunted house.

Stepdad!Levi x Stepdaughter, Attack on Titan: Stepcest, Noncon, Cheating

Two: It drips down your skin, breath fanning like thick paint. His stare follows you, it holds you captive, it waits and watches. There’s no need to fear him. Tamaki loves you too much to hurt you— at least not too badly.

Yandere!Tamaki x Exotic Dancer, BNHA: Yandere, Noncon, Chikan

Three: Bound tightly, wrist to wrist, skin itching under silken ropes. He’s caught you in a spider web of red, you’re the reason he can see how good the color looks on you. You dangle, an offering, a sacrifice, a piece of art to display. His muse, his capture, his sister.

Big Brother!Sakusa x Little Sister, Haikyuu: Soulmates!AU, Incest, Shibari

Four: Your smell dances across the riverbed like skipping rocks, chasing him, calling him. Your body quivers in the cool water, innocence glimmering from damp skin. You shouldn’t be out here alone, little doe, there’s wild animals this deep in the woods.

Alpha!Jiraiya x Omega, Naruto: Fairytale!AU, A/B/O, Corruption, Age gap

Five: There’s no God to serve above you, past the ceilings, the clouds, the stars. There’s nothing beyond smoldering flickers of light and the soft burn of wax against your naked skin. His laugh is like a striking match. There’s no one to serve but the man in front of you, there’s no one to bow to but Beni. He’ll give you atonement, you just have to beg for it.

Dom!Benimaru x Submissive, Fire Force: S & M, Waxplay, Dom/Sub, Humiliation

Six: He’s so gentle, touches featherlight as they wrap around your neck. It hurts like a sugar-burn. What was in that drink he gave you? It tasted like sour apples and it went down like razors. Shadows of purplish black curve around your vision, the feeling of tendrils lashing against bare skin. “What do you think kitty,” Izuku’s tongue rattles against your neck, “of my dirty little secret?”

Pro Hero!Deku x Reader, BNHA: Drugging, Kidnapping, Tentacles, Sounding, Noncon, Sadism

Seven: The first thing you notice is a sound, a far away, muffled ticking. Tick, tick, tick— each moment holding its own eternity. Your limbs are frozen in place, but muscles ache like you’ve been running for your life. Have you? Itachi is starving, canines aching just to get a bite. He’s careful, calculating, patient even as his mouth waters. He can’t have you too scared, wouldn’t want to spoil the flavor.

Itachi x Reader, Naruto: Predator vs. Prey, Cannibalism, Bloodplay, Mindbreak, Noncon, Gore

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[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Hello, Darlin'

Fandom: DC, Suicide Squad, Rick Flag, f!reader

Word Count: 3823

TW: Angst, Heartbreak, Language, Mentions of Sex, Humiliation, Hurt/Comfort

“Why are you going out with that asshole? You know you don’t really like him.”

You groaned loudly at your sister’s comment. You knew Liz was right, but Evan was a great distraction and pretty decent at sex, so you put up with his less-than-ideal qualities. Sure, he was a complete idiotic douche who had no respect for you, your friends, or your career, but he also didn’t mind that your heart wasn’t in this relationship and your thoughts were always with someone else. He once mentioned he liked to imagine you as one of the various Victoria’s Secret Angels during sex, but you couldn’t hold it against him. Not while you were picturing a certain tanned, muscular, military colonel every time the two of you were together.

Taking another sip of your tea, you said, “He’s alright. I mean, yes, he trashed my place and nearly burned it down with a half-smoked blunt, but he promised he wouldn’t let that happen again.”

“Sis, that was the second time that happened! Wake up! I know things have been rough since-” you shot her a look and she rolled her eyes. “-you-know-who, but that doesn’t mean you have to throw yourself at the first penis that you find.”

“Wow, that’s classy. Thanks for that image.” You heard the doorbell of the café ding behind you, but you ignored it. “Listen, I’m not just ‘throwing myself’ at the first guy I see, alright? I just…. I needed someone and Evan was there. No, I don’t think he will be my Prince Charming, soulmate, husband for life. But he’s something. And right now, I need that.”

Suddenly, Liz’s eyes grew wide at something over your shoulder. “Umm… Sis?”

But you ignored her as you assumed she was about to make another crass comment or dig at your expense. “No, just drop it okay. Yeah, what happened with-” you tripped over his name as Liz continued to make strange, pointed faces at you“- Rick was devastating. But it’s been almost eight months and I moved on. What other choice did I have? It’s not like I’ll ever see him again.”

“Hello, darlin’.”

You froze, a cold chill running down your spine as if someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over your head. You glanced at Liz but she just threw up her hands as if to say “I was trying to tell you.” Ever so slowly, you turned around to face the man who had just spoken. And there standing before you, was the previous love of your life. Colonel Rick Flag.

He looked both exactly how you remembered him and yet a completely different person. His large jacket hid his body but you could tell he had lost a lot of weight and muscle. He was leaning heavily on the table next to him as if he was having trouble standing on his own and his face was pinched in what almost looked like pain. He looked exhausted, with deep, dark bags under his eyes and his skin was much more pallid than it had been. Yet despite all of that, it was still Rick.

Still that same sweet smile, the same hazel pools staring back at you, the same dirty blond hair that was somehow both messy and styled at the same time. And with just one look, all the feelings you had sworn were in the past came rushing back along with the memories of the two of you together. When you met him at a charity fundraiser for those affected by metahuman disasters. Your first kiss on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial at sunset. Talks of the future and moving in together as you lay in bed still wrapped around each other. And the memory of how he blew up your perfect relationship in just one night.

The shock on your face hardened and you glared at the man. “Rick. What are you doing here?”

He looked sheepishly down at the floor. “I wanted to see you.”

“I meant more ‘what are you doing in DC’ but are you telling me you specifically tracked me down here?” Your glare deepened.

“You always take your lunch break here with Liz on Fridays. I had just hoped that was still the case.” He leaned slightly to the right to gaze around you. “Hey, Liz.”

“Rick.” Your sister grumbled tensely. She knew how badly he had hurt you and though she was your younger sister, she was extremely protective over you. So you knew she wasn’t much happier to see him than you were.

Yet, whatever was going to happen next, you knew needed to be handled one-on-one. “Liz, can you give us some privacy? Please.”

You felt her eyes drilling holes in your neck, but you never took your eyes off Rick. “Are you sure? I won’t mind staying and giving him a piece of my mind.”

A slight smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. “I appreciate it, but I think this needs to be a conversation between just Rick and me.”

You heard her stand, and she squeezed your shoulder as she passed. “Fine, but I’ll just be at the bookstore down the street so call me if you need any backup.”

You nodded your appreciation as she made her way to the door. But just as she passed Rick, she paused and muttered, “If you do anything to hurt her again, military training or not, I will kill you.”

A soft, sad smile crawled across Rick’s lips. “I wouldn’t dream of it. But I’ll keep that in mind.”

As soon as Liz exited the café, you gestured to her now vacant chair. “Do you want to sit down?”

Rick nodded and slowly made his way over to the seat across from you. His movements were laborious and deliberate and as he finally settled into the chair, you noticed a thin layer of sweat now coating his forehead as if that small trek had taken a large toll on him. This from the man who used to go to the gym at least once a day, who could run a record-setting marathon, or who could lift you up with one hand.

Incredulously, you shook your head at the shade of the man in front of you and asked, “Jesus, what happened to you?”

“Long story. Let’s just say it’s a damn near miracle I’m still sittin’ here today.”

You stared down at the table as you mumbled, “Are you okay?”

He let out a soft sigh. “Yeah, I will be. It’s been a long road of recovery but I’m finally gettin’ back to a halfway decent condition.” He paused for a moment. “Darlin’-”

“Please don’t call me that.” You said, squeezing your eyes tightly against the tears starting to form.

“Yeah… I guess I don’t have that right anymore. Sorry.” Rick said sadly as he rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “I need you to know I wanted to call you the second I left. I knew I screwed up and I wanted to try anythin’ in my power to get you back. But I got called away on a mission before I could. And then…. I was hurt. Bad. Coma for a few weeks. Ventilators and shit for weeks after that. Then months of physical therapy. And it never felt right tryin’ to contact you then. I didn’t want to play the sympathy card to try and get you back.”

“Get me back? Rick, I’m so sorry whatever happened to you happened to you, but that was all after you left. None of that changes what you did. You broke my heart. Out of the blue. One day we were talking about looking at houses and buying a ring, and the literal next day you came over and told me you were leaving DC for good in less than 24 hours and we were through. Do you have any idea what that feels like? To have the rug so utterly pulled out from under you like that? I was completely blindsided! And you never gave me an explanation! Just, ‘I have to go’. What kind of bullshit was that?”

He flinched at each of your accusations, but you didn’t relent. “It destroyed me. I almost lost everything because I couldn’t deal with it. I couldn’t get out of bed for over a week. I would have lost my job if I hadn’t been saving up all my time off for that trip we had been planning. Rick, I loved you with my entire heart and soul and you just…”

“I know, I know, and I am so sorry! If I could do it all over, I would in a heartbeat! I never wanted to leave you, I just-” he stopped himself before he could explain further.

“You just what, Rick? There has to be some explanation, some reason you did what you did.”

“I can’t tell you,” he mumbled softly.

“Then we have nothing more to discuss here.” You stood to leave, but Rick’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

“Please…. I need you to understand, it was never because I didn’t love you or I didn’t want you. Leavin’ was the hardest thing I have ever done and it kills me to know I hurt you so badly. I never meant to-”

“Then why did you do it!” You silently cursed yourself for the tears that began flowing down your cheeks. You had sworn to yourself you would stay strong, and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, but it was all too much. “Rick, I would have done anything for you, gone anywhere with you, waited however long you needed, but you never gave me a chance! You just left the moment there was a complication and you didn’t even try to work through it. How in the world did you expect to come here and get my forgiveness for that?”

“I did it because I love you and I was tryin’ to protect you,” he blurted out.

Slowly, you sank back into your chair. “What do you mean? Protect me from what?”

“I can’t-”

“Rick, if you want any chance of me understanding, or finding a way to accept what you did, you have to tell me.”

He stared silently at you for a long time, a look of conflicted indecision on his face. And just as you were about to give up and walk away, he said, “Waller didn’t like that I was spendin’ all my days off here in DC. According to my enlistment requirements with ARGUS, as long as I was at Belle Reve for debriefs, mission assignments, and a once-a-week trainin’ with the Task Force, I was able to maintain my residence in DC since that is technically still my assigned base of operations. But Waller didn’t like that because it gave her less control over me. So, she looked and looked but when she couldn’t find any loopholes, she resorted to less…. legal options.” He fell silent for a moment as he fiddled with the handle of Liz’s abandoned coffee cup. But eventually, he asked, “Do you remember that American flag you found layin’ on your pillow and the one in your car? The ones you thought I placed there as a joke?”

You nodded. “Sure, right before you left. Colonel Rick Flag of the US military. It just made sense it was you.”

“It would have. And that was the point. It wasn’t me, but it was a message for me. The same day, just before you called to ask about them, I got a text from Waller. There were no words, just an American flag emoji. That’s it.”

Your brow furrowed as you tried to understand what he was getting at. “So, your boss stuck a flag in my car and on my pillow? Why?”

“She wanted me to know that she could get to you anytime or anywhere she wanted. The places you should have been the safest. She wanted to show me that I couldn’t protect you from her. So, when she ordered me to move back to Louisiana permanently, I went without question.”

You thought long and hard about everything he had just told you. From what you had learned about Amanda Waller from your time with Rick, it didn’t sound unrealistic that what he was saying was the truth. He had already told you how she manipulated him and his ex on his first mission working for her so the idea that she would now come after another of Rick’s girlfriends made a lot of sense. But that still didn’t explain his reaction. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to scare you. I knew as long as I went along with what she wanted, she wouldn’t bother you but if I told you, you would be livin’ in constant fear that she would make a move on you at any time. Also, I figured if you knew, you would want to come with me. But I didn’t want you to give up everythin’ you worked for here. You have a life, friends, your sister, a career you love. Besides, I needed to keep you as far away from Waller as possible.”

“And now….”

“Now we made a deal. We have information over her that makes it so she can’t touch us without causin’ an international incident.”

“Who’s we?” you asked.

“Me and the remainder of the Task Force. We found some information on the mission where I was hurt and it was big enough to free all of us from under Waller’s control. But, I had to resign. I’m no longer a part of the US military.” He glanced at you hesitantly before adding, “That’s why I wanted to track you down. I needed to let you know I’m movin’ back here to DC. For good.”

“And why do I care? Huh?” Tears once again began flowing down your face. “Why does that matter to me? You couldn’t have honestly expected to waltz in here, tell your little story, and I would just jump back into your arms? Rick, you destroyed me. That isn’t something I can just forget. And besides… I’ve moved on. There’s someone else.”

A look of pain flashed across Rick’s face but he quickly covered it up. Clearing his throat, he said, “I never expected you to forgive me immediately. I just thought…. I don’t know what I thought. And I’m glad you were able to find someone new.”

“Yes, Evan is everything you weren’t and he is exactly who I needed to help me get over the pain you put me through.” It wasn’t a lie exactly, but there was no way you were going to admit the real reason you were seeing Evan. “And in fact, maybe you should get going. He’s supposed to be meeting me here at any moment.”

Rick nodded as he started to stand. “I get it. I have no right to have expected you to forgive me or that you hadn’t moved on. I’m the one who ruined everythin’, and I’ll never forgive myself for that.” He started to walk away, but just as he was about to pass you, he placed his hand on your shoulder. This first physical contact sent a shudder of desire through your system as your body betrayed you. “But truly, I’m glad you found someone and you’re happy.”

You gazed up into those hazel eyes you had missed every moment since he left. “Rick, I-”

“Dude, get your hand off my girl!”

Mentally, you cursed Evan and his terrible timing. Why did this have to be the one time in your relationship that he wasn’t late for something?

Slowly, Rick turned to stare at the newcomer. He took one look at Evan before turning back to you with a face that screamed “This. This is who you’re with now”. But you ignored him and turned to your boyfriend.

“Evan, it’s okay. This is just….. an old friend. We ran into each other and were just catching up. He’s not bothering me. And besides-” you shot Rick a look “-he was just leaving.”

But you should have known better to expect any kind of understanding or decorum from Evan, especially as you noticed how dilated his pupils were. Then again, that shouldn’t be surprising since he was on something more often than not.

He stalked up to Rick and shoved him hard in the chest. Normally, Evan’s pathetic strength wouldn’t have even made Rick stumble. Yet in his weakened state, Rick went sprawling back, landing harshly on the floor as he clutched his chest. Instantly, you were by his side, softly brushing his hair off his face as it contorted in pain.

Evan rolled his eyes at Rick. “Come on, man, I barely touched you.” Then he turned to you. “Isn’t it bad enough you mentally fuck another dude every time we’re together, now you got to actually fuck one? God! I was never enough for you!”

“Evan…” your voice was low and threatening, silently begging him to shut up, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Instead, he looked past you to glare at Rick. “She do that with you too? Call out some other dude’s name as you’re doin’ it? With me, the thought of that fuckin’ military douche is the only way she can get off. Maybe you’ll have more luck, and you can actually make her forget fuckin’ Rick Flag.”

You burst into tears instantly. Never in your life had you felt so humiliated. You couldn’t care less about Evan or how he was acting, but the thought that Rick knew-

Jumping to your feet, you shoved Evan out of the way and rushed out of the café. You had felt Rick try to grab your hand, try to stop you as you tore from his side but that just made things worse! He knew. He knew you still thought of him every night. That the only time you could really enjoy yourself, the only way you could reach your peak pleasure was while thinking of him. It was utterly mortifying!

Stumbling as you struggled to see through your tears, you ducked into the nearest alley and leaned heavily against the wall. You buried your face in your hands and sobbed. All of the feelings you had been holding back since Rick walked into the café just added fuel to your breakdown and you were soon hyperventilating as you struggled to catch your breath.

Suddenly, a pair of muscular arms encircled you, pulling you into a broad chest. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around Rick as you clung tightly to him, sobbing wetly into his chest. Part of you was somehow even more mortified at the thought of him seeing you like this, of holding you now that he knew the truth. Yet, another part of you, the larger part, needed this. You were right he had lost quite a bit of muscle but the hug still felt the same as always. And as you burrowed your face deeper into his chest, you felt his heart thumping loudly against your cheek. You had always loved resting your head on his bare chest and listening to the sound of his heart, but for some reason, it felt slightly off from how it used to. Maybe you weren’t the only one who had a broken heart after all.

When you finally began to calm down and your sobs softened into sniffles, Rick slid his finger under your chin and lifted your head up to face him. Your cheeks grew hot and you tried to look away, but he held you firmly in place.

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’ve thought about you every single day. And, uh, not always in the most respectable way.” He blushed deep red but continued. “I know this doesn’t change anythin’ about how you feel about us movin’ forward. In fact, it makes me realize even more how deeply I hurt you. But I need you to know I never meant for any of this. I was just tryin’ to keep you safe. And I’ll admit, I didn’t go about it in the right way, but I never thought….” He sighed deeply. “I guess what I’m sayin’ is I don’t blame you for not wantin’ to give me another shot. From here on out, I’ll leave you alone. But if you ever change your mind, my number’s still the same.”

He placed a long lingering kiss on your forehead, then released his hold on you. Giving your hand one final squeeze, he turned and walked out of the alley. Staring after him, you watched the man of your dreams walk out of your life for the second time. You considered everything that had happened eight months ago and everything Rick had told you today. His reasoning didn’t make up for what he did, but it did put his action into context. And while you weren’t in any way ready to forgive him, you also weren’t ready to lose him for good.

“Rick!” You rushed out of the alley and down the street in the direction he had headed. Not surprisingly given his current condition, he hadn’t made it very far.

He turned to look at you as you approached. “Did I forget somthi-”

You crashed into his lips cutting him off mid-word. He stiffened in surprise for just a second before surging into you. His tongue pushed between your lips as you ran your hands up the back of his neck and threaded them into his hair. Wrapping one arm around your waist, he pulled you in closer to him until your two bodies felt like one. His heart thumped against your chest and for a moment, you forgot everything that had happened. It was just you and Rick and nothing else mattered.

But eventually, reality came crashing back and you broke away from Rick. He stared at you, his eyes dark with a lustful longing, but he respectfully took a step back. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Well… that was unexpected.”

“I’m sorry. I just couldn't let you go without doing that at least once.”

“What does that mean? For us.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not ready to forgive you, you hurt me too deeply for that. But I’m willing to talk. Maybe see if we can find a way to work past this. Build something new from the ruins of what we had.”

“So…. Dinner? Tonight?” he asked hopefully.

“How about we start with coffee tomorrow afternoon,” you said with a soft smile.

“Anythin’ you want, darlin’.” He paused. “Oh, sorry, I forgot, no ‘darlin’’”.

Your smile grew brighter, and you took his hand. “Maybe the occasional ‘darlin’’ is acceptable.”

He beamed back at you. “Whatever you say, darlin’.”

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Badass Wife

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 3,297 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch, Daddy kink, Dom/sub, Dirty talk, Unprotected sex, Rough sex, 69, Come eating/sharing, Oral sex, Fingering, Subspace, Aftercare, Semi-public sex Summary: Just some kinky Dad Bod Hotch 🤤 Continuation of "Trophy Husband" *Requested by anon.

Link to AO3 or read more below! “Is that my beautiful wife I hear?” Aaron calls from upstairs as you enter the foyer. You hang up your jacket, set your bag on the bench by the door, kick off your shoes, and head up the stairs.

“It’s me, where are you?” you call, and he sticks his head out of the home office with a grin you just have to kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck, and he hums against your lips, deepens the kiss so you break apart feeling hungry. “Hello, handsome.”

“Hello, gorgeous. Remind me again how you were able to get the afternoon off?”

“I told them I had an appointment,” you say with an innocent shrug. “I didn’t specify that it was a dick appointment; do you think I should have?” Aaron laughs, something full and lovely, and you can’t help but smile. You love when you’re able to make him laugh; that feeling is second only to loving when you’re able to get him hard without so much as a touch.

“No, probably not. We’ll just keep that as our little secret,” he whispers in your ear, and you shiver instantly. “Daddy has plans for you. Do you want to hear them?” You swallow, nod your head. “I thought you might. Everything we do we’re going to do on that couch right there.” He nods to the small gray sofa in the office, which you’ve had many orgasms on throughout its time there.

Even after being married for more than a decade, your hottest fantasies are still the ones where Aaron is your boss and you do dirty, naughty things in his office—even becoming the unit chief yourself, the highest position you’ve ever held, doesn’t stop you from wanting to be his needy little subordinate, a desperate slut who would do anything to please her superior.

“First, I want you to lay on top of me with your pretty pussy in my face. You’ll suck on my cock for as long as you can, but I know you get distracted easily, baby; you’re just a horny mess when daddy eats your pussy, aren’t you?” He slides his hand between your legs, over the thin fabric of your usual black dress pants, and you squirm in his embrace, whine a little.

“Yes, daddy. I try my best, but I get too distracted by your mouth, so you just let me lay there and feel good.”

“That’s right, baby. You know I like to take care of you.” You nod, because that’s something you both love, and he moves to unbutton your pants, to untuck your white button up and slowly open it, his thick fingers purposefully avoiding your skin. “Maybe this time you can kiss my stomach, since you liked that so much last week. You liked kissing my stomach so much that you made a mess on daddy’s thigh, didn’t you baby?”

You close your eyes, reliving that night of super hot sex and again feeling a little embarrassed at that fact that you’d rubbed off against his leg. He loved it, though, has brought it up more than once since then, so it makes sense that it would be part of his fantasy now.

“Yes, daddy, I was messy, but I love your stomach; I want to kiss it again.” He gets your top off, unhooks your bra, and kisses a wet trail from your neck to your lower belly as he crouches to take off your pants.

“Good girl. I’m going to let you. Then, when you’re nice and wet for me, I’m going put you over the arm of the couch and fuck you while you beg for more. You’ll beg to come again, baby, because you’re so needy when you’re on daddy’s cock, and if you’re good, I’ll let you. If you’re bad, I’ll fill up your pussy and not let you come at all.”

“I’ll be good, daddy; I’ll be so good for you.” He smiles up at you from his position in front of you, and even though he’s on his knees, he has all the power, as always. He knows it, too, looks a little smug.

“Oh, I know you will, sweetheart. You always are.” He slides your panties down, leans up to take one soft, teasing taste between your legs that makes you sigh, and then he makes a noise of contemplation, leans back. “Actually, we’re going to change that up a little. I want to fuck you first. Do you want to know why?”

“Why daddy?” He started getting you off first during sex back when you started dating, because having an orgasm under your belt made things easier, a little smoother when it came time for penetration; it’s not a requirement, but something you’re both used to, so you’re curious why he’s switching it up now, though you know the reason must be good.

“Because I’m not coming inside you, I’m coming on my stomach so you can clean it up. You’ll like licking daddy’s come off his stomach, won’t you, good girl?” You take a rough breath, lightly nibble your bottom lip. There’s a reason this man has ruined you for all other men—many, many reasons, really, but this one’s up there.

“Oh, yes, daddy, I’ll really like that.” He rises to his feet, fully dressed where you’re bare naked, and you work quickly to get his pants off, his underwear down while he shrugs out of his t-shirt. “I’m ready, I’m really ready,” you say, which means let’s forget the foreplay and get straight down to business. Aaron smirks, because you both love foreplay, but sometimes one or both of you are too fucking horny for it, and he probably knew that talking about you licking him clean would get you there.

“Oh, you are, baby? You think you can handle daddy’s big cock already?” He gets his hands around your waist and you know what he wants; you jump into his arms and kiss, hot and steamy and sensual, scraping your neatly trimmed nails across his back. “Okay, let’s see, sweetheart. Be good for me.”

You’re used to being bent over the arm of the couch, either for spanking or oral or to be fucked—it’s a thick arm, comfy, short, which is probably the reason Aaron chose it in the first place. He always buys new furniture with sex in mind, which is easily in the top ten hottest things about him.

Today is different, though, because he doesn’t bend you over; he walks both of you over to the sofa and eases your body against the cushions, in the corner. Your head and shoulders are on the couch and your ass is up on the arm, your legs in the air. Your Aaron—always innovative. He wraps both hands around one of your thighs and pushes into you; it’s a little bit of a stretch, since you didn’t prepare, but nothing you haven’t worked through before.

“Good girl,” he praises, and you tip your head back, moan, as he starts pounding his cock inside you, his grip tightening on your thigh. You press one of your hands against the couch for leverage, bring the other to rub at your pussy, and stare up at him as he fucks you, breathing hard, his belly shaking a little with each hard thrust against you. Your tits are bouncing too, and your moans grow louder, longer; he’s giving it to you so good, just like always, and you feel slutty in this position, sexy, as he uses your body.

“Oh, daddy, yes, daddy,” you breathe, rubbing over your pussy, spreading your wetness around the hard shaft of his cock. He groans at your touch, fucks harder, and it feels like he brings you off in no time, calling his name and clamping tight around him. When it’s over, you sink against the sofa, closing your eyes and catching your breath. His big hands move to your tits, squeezing them roughly, earning a ragged whimper, and then he lifts you up, holds you in his arms, whispers how good you did, how beautiful you are.

“Time for the rest,” he says after a minute or two, and he sets you on your feet, lays back on the sofa, and helps you climb on top of him. He pulls your soaked pussy close to his face, spreads your ass with his hands and licks at you where you’re sensitive; you jolt forward, which puts his cock in your face, and you hum, wrap your hand around it, and start to suck. “Mmm, fuck, baby,” he says, making wet sounds as he mouths at your lips, and you take him deep, hollow your cheeks, and suck hard at a medium pace. If you were trying to get him off quickly, you’d go for fast and shallow, but he likes when you draw it out as much as you can most of the time.

Moaning around his cock is always a great way to get him to eat you a little sloppier when you’re in this position, and you like sloppy, like the way you feel when your wet sounds echo in the room. You both work to get each other off this way for a few minutes, but eventually you’re too close again, and you’re hazy, unfocused, your mouth and hand moving at a lazy, irregular pace.

Aaron groans, and you’re sure your mouth is wetter around him, so it probably feels awesome even if it’s not moving exactly the way he’d like. He moves one hand off of your ass, slides it up between your bodies, and encourages you to lift off of him; you do, sitting up a little, hands pressed to his thighs, and he wraps his hand around his cock and jerks it, which is so sexy and you love to see it, can’t stop watching him.

“Mmm, come daddy, come on your belly for me daddy, please, daddy,” you ramble, fuzzy and eager to come and to lick his come and do whatever he asks you to. “Hungry, let me.” That does it, and he climaxes, thighs tensing beneath your hands. He comes in hot spurts all over his stomach, dripping into his belly button, clinging to the trail of hair, and you lean forward like the greedy slut you are, swiping your tongue over him, dipping it inside his belly button to scoop it into your mouth.

You’re moaning like a whore, licking and kissing his stomach, his salty, tangy come on your lips and your cheek, and he leans up, pulls you toward him, his eyes dark and hard and sexy. He grabs your chin hard, makes you whine, and you meet in the middle for a kiss; it’s wet and messy, his come makes its way from your mouth to his, and his tongue tastes like you, and you want to get off again so bad your pussy aches with need.

“Oh please oh please,” you beg against his lips, and he moves you so you’re laying along his body again, your head between his legs. He presses his fingers inside you, two and then three, pumping them in quick and deep until you’re coming all over them, hands on his thighs, wailing and trembling in his grasp. He licks you up, licks you clean, and pulls you close for another dirty kiss, your come in your mouth this time. It’s only fair.

You’re like dead weight on top of him, fucked-out and barely functional, and he lifts you off, pulls you into his arms, and takes you to your master bathroom so he can draw you both a bath while you curl into warm, happy subspace. You sink into hot, foamy water, your back against his chest, and he kisses your neck, murmurs his love and admiration, holds you close until finally drift back to him.

“Love you,” you murmur, and he turns your face toward his for a soft, sweet kiss.

“Love you, sweetheart. Perfect girl.”

When you’re done soaking, you rinse off, dry off, and slip into one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers; he pulls on boxers only, and you follow him downstairs for some lunch, can’t help the way your eyes roam over his bare torso while he moves about the kitchen. Somehow—you’re really not sure how—you ended up with the hottest husband in the universe, and you prop your elbow up on the counter, rest your chin in your hand, and marvel over how wonderful life has become. A few days later, you’re sitting in your office waiting for your 1:00 appointment, which Anderson had scheduled for you without explaining in the slightest, when you hear Derek say, “Hey, man!” You walk to your doorway and see Aaron and Derek shaking hands down in the bullpen. Aaron is looking extremely delicious in a criminally tight polo and khakis—he must have gone golfing before coming over, one of the many perks of retirement—and you’re suddenly feeling ravenous.

You absently wonder if you can move your appointment, and then you put two and two together and grin.

“If you’re my 1:00, you’re early,” you call down, arms crossed in front of you, and he turns to look at you in such a way that you can practically feel your panties disintegrate. He manages to shoot you a private look that lets you know you’re in for something special, then schools his expression to something fit for public consumption within the same second.

“Maybe I missed you.”

“Maybe you missed Derek,” you tease, and your phone rings, so you head back to your desk. It’s a sheriff in Alabama, someone who heard from someone else about the BAU and is practically demanding that your team comes down to help with a case.

You’re in the middle of politely standing your ground when Aaron slips into your office, shuts and locks the door behind him. You’re a little angry at the douchebag on the phone, so you’re hot already, but he gives you a look that only makes you hotter.

“I appreciate the circumstances, sheriff, believe me, but we can’t consult on every single homicide case your department faces. There are requirements that need to be met.”

Aaron walks around your desk with purposeful strides, and you look up at him, ready to roll your eyes in regards to the conversation, but… he gets on his knees, turns you and your chair to the side, and then sticks his hands up your dress and yanks your panties down. Your free hand grabs the armrest, and it’s all you can do not to gasp out loud.

He grins, the bastard, and then mouths payback.

Okay, that’s fair. You’ve sucked him off in this office at inconvenient times more often than you can count.

He guides your ass to the edge of the seat, lifts your legs to hook them over his shoulders, and puts his head under your skirt.

“Uh huh, absolutely,” you breathe into the receiver. “I’m not trying to downplay what your community is going through at all; it’s very unfortunate.”

You do feel bad, but it’s hard to sound properly sympathetic when your husband has two fingers and his face buried in your pussy. He fucks them into you fast and smooth and you squeeze your eyes shut, take a deep breath.

“Maybe I can recommend your case to the organized crime unit at the—the Birmingham field office, if you think it's gang-related.” You tuck the phone between your ear and shoulder and reach down, fisting your hands into this hair, tugging roughly in retaliation. It doesn’t really count, you guess, when he enjoys it. “Yes, I have your number here. I’ll pass the information along and they’ll be in touch. Mmm—maybe, maybe they’ll be able to help. Okay, will do. Uh huh. Goodbye.” As soon as you hear the dial tone, you let the phone fall away and you arch your back, groan aloud, but not too loud. JJ’s office is next to yours now, and you’ll never hear the end of it if she hears any of it.

“Are you alright, baby?” Aaron asks, peeking out from beneath your skirt, his lips wet, and you close your eyes, lick your lips.

“Fuck you,” you mutter, no heat at all to your words, and he pulls his fingers out; your eyelids flutter open, and he sucks on his own fingers, licking you off of them. You groan again, and he smirks.

“If you insist.” He moves to stand, leans over you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, let him lift you into his strong arms. He holds you with one arm—one perfect arm—and pushes your paperwork to one side, then lays you back on the desk and pushes up your dress. He undoes his belt, unbuttons and unzips those fucking khakis, and then guides himself inside you; you groan together this time.

He plants his hands on either side of you, your thighs spread wide around his hips, and he fucks hard, holding you in place with his body. You wrap your hands around the edge of the desk and move against him, thighs jiggling against his, tits once again bouncing and barely confined by your dress.

“Oh, fuck, oh fuck. Fuck me, daddy, harder, daddy,” you murmur, overheated and wet and desperate to come, and Aaron grunts, leans further forward and pounds inside you, quick and deep and frantic. “Just like that, just like that.”

“You might be the boss, but you’re not my boss,” he reminds you with a wink, and you sigh, reach up to touch his face.

“Baby, I’m absolutely the boss of you; everywhere but the bedroom.” He licks his lips, brings a hand up to squeeze your tits, and you move your hands to his waist, digging your fingers into that polo that fits his new body so well. “Mmm, gonna come all over your cock, daddy,” you say, looking up at him, and he grits his teeth, comes, which makes you want to come; a few more pumps of your hips against his and you do, loudly.

His hand comes up to cover your mouth, and you moan into it; when you’re appropriately silent, he moves it to your clit, still railing you like you didn’t just both get off five seconds ago, and after a couple of minutes your pussy can’t take it, and you come again, loud on purpose so his big hand will shut you up.

You curl together and kiss, wrapping your legs around his ass so he’ll stay inside you, sharing breath while you try to calm down; you sweep your hands over his arms and chest and sides, humming happily.

“Why did you make an appointment to come see me today?” you murmur, blissful and dopey, and he smiles, reaches behind you for your nameplate and rests it on your stomach.

“Because I realized we hadn’t christened this office since it became your office, and I felt it was long overdue.”

“Very long overdue,” you agree, and you cuddle until it’s time to get ready for your next meeting. You both clean up quickly and then Aaron walks you downstairs so you can hit the restroom before your next appointment. He kisses you soft and slow, tells you he loves you before he goes.

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Hello Darlin'

Fandom: DC, Suicide Squad, Rick Flag, f!Reader

Word Count: 3823

TW: Angst, Heartbreak, Language, Mentions of Sex, Humiliation, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: Thank you to @sociiallydiisoriiented for requesting "it’s not like i’ll ever see [my ex] again,'' but said ex is standing behind them with Rick Flag 💖 And thank you to @loverhymeswith for beta reading for me!

“Why are you going out with that asshole? You know you don’t really like him.”

You groaned loudly at your sister’s comment. You knew Liz was right, but Evan was a great distraction and pretty decent at sex, so you put up with his less-than-ideal qualities. Sure, he was a complete idiotic douche who had no respect for you, your friends, or your career, but he also didn’t mind that your heart wasn’t in this relationship and your thoughts were always with someone else. He once mentioned he liked to imagine you as one of the various Victoria’s Secret Angels during sex, but you couldn’t hold it against him. Not while you were picturing a certain tanned, muscular, military colonel every time the two of you were together.

Taking another sip of your tea, you said, “He’s alright. I mean, yes, he trashed my place and nearly burned it down with a half-smoked blunt, but he promised he wouldn’t let that happen again.”

“Sis, that was the second time that happened! Wake up! I know things have been rough since-” you shot her a look and she rolled her eyes. “-you-know-who, but that doesn’t mean you have to throw yourself at the first penis that you find.”

“Wow, that’s classy. Thanks for that image.” You heard the doorbell of the café ding behind you, but you ignored it. “Listen, I’m not just ‘throwing myself’ at the first guy I see, alright? I just…. I needed someone and Evan was there. No, I don’t think he will be my Prince Charming, soulmate, husband for life. But he’s something. And right now, I need that.”

Suddenly, Liz’s eyes grew wide at something over your shoulder. “Umm… Sis?”

But you ignored her as you assumed she was about to make another crass comment or dig at your expense. “No, just drop it okay. Yeah, what happened with-” you tripped over his name as Liz continued to make strange, pointed faces at you“- Rick was devastating. But it’s been almost eight months and I moved on. What other choice did I have? It’s not like I’ll ever see him again.”

“Hello, darlin’.”

You froze, a cold chill running down your spine as if someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over your head. You glanced at Liz but she just threw up her hands as if to say “I was trying to tell you.” Ever so slowly, you turned around to face the man who had just spoken. And there standing before you, was the previous love of your life. Colonel Rick Flag.

He looked both exactly how you remembered him and yet a completely different person. His large jacket hid his body but you could tell he had lost a lot of weight and muscle. He was leaning heavily on the table next to him as if he was having trouble standing on his own and his face was pinched in what almost looked like pain. He looked exhausted, with deep, dark bags under his eyes and his skin was much more pallid than it had been. Yet despite all of that, it was still Rick.

Still that same sweet smile, the same hazel pools staring back at you, the same dirty blond hair that was somehow both messy and styled at the same time. And with just one look, all the feelings you had sworn were in the past came rushing back along with the memories of the two of you together. When you met him at a charity fundraiser for those affected by metahuman disasters. Your first kiss on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial at sunset. Talks of the future and moving in together as you lay in bed still wrapped around each other. And the memory of how he blew up your perfect relationship in just one night.

The shock on your face hardened and you glared at the man. “Rick. What are you doing here?”

He looked sheepishly down at the floor. “I wanted to see you.”

“I meant more ‘what are you doing in DC’ but are you telling me you specifically tracked me down here?” Your glare deepened.

“You always take your lunch break here with Liz on Fridays. I had just hoped that was still the case.” He leaned slightly to the right to gaze around you. “Hey, Liz.”

“Rick.” Your sister grumbled tensely. She knew how badly he had hurt you and though she was your younger sister, she was extremely protective over you. So you knew she wasn’t much happier to see him than you were.

Yet, whatever was going to happen next, you knew needed to be handled one-on-one. “Liz, can you give us some privacy? Please.”

You felt her eyes drilling holes in your neck, but you never took your eyes off Rick. “Are you sure? I won’t mind staying and giving him a piece of my mind.”

A slight smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. “I appreciate it, but I think this needs to be a conversation between just Rick and me.”

You heard her stand, and she squeezed your shoulder as she passed. “Fine, but I’ll just be at the bookstore down the street so call me if you need any backup.”

You nodded your appreciation as she made her way to the door. But just as she passed Rick, she paused and muttered, “If you do anything to hurt her again, military training or not, I will kill you.”

A soft, sad smile crawled across Rick’s lips. “I wouldn’t dream of it. But I’ll keep that in mind.”

As soon as Liz exited the café, you gestured to her now vacant chair. “Do you want to sit down?”

Rick nodded and slowly made his way over to the seat across from you. His movements were laborious and deliberate and as he finally settled into the chair, you noticed a thin layer of sweat now coating his forehead as if that small trek had taken a large toll on him. This from the man who used to go to the gym at least once a day, who could run a record-setting marathon, or who could lift you up with one hand.

Incredulously, you shook your head at the shade of the man in front of you and asked, “Jesus, what happened to you?”

“Long story. Let’s just say it’s a damn near miracle I’m still sittin’ here today.”

You stared down at the table as you mumbled, “Are you okay?”

He let out a soft sigh. “Yeah, I will be. It’s been a long road of recovery but I’m finally gettin’ back to a halfway decent condition.” He paused for a moment. “Darlin’-”

“Please don’t call me that.” You said, squeezing your eyes tightly against the tears starting to form.

“Yeah… I guess I don’t have that right anymore. Sorry.” Rick said sadly as he rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “I need you to know I wanted to call you the second I left. I knew I screwed up and I wanted to try anythin’ in my power to get you back. But I got called away on a mission before I could. And then…. I was hurt. Bad. Coma for a few weeks. Ventilators and shit for weeks after that. Then months of physical therapy. And it never felt right tryin’ to contact you then. I didn’t want to play the sympathy card to try and get you back.”

“Get me back? Rick, I’m so sorry whatever happened to you happened to you, but that was all after you left. None of that changes what you did. You broke my heart. Out of the blue. One day we were talking about looking at houses and buying a ring, and the literal next day you came over and told me you were leaving DC for good in less than 24 hours and we were through. Do you have any idea what that feels like? To have the rug so utterly pulled out from under you like that? I was completely blindsided! And you never gave me an explanation! Just, ‘I have to go’. What kind of bullshit was that?”

He flinched at each of your accusations, but you didn’t relent. “It destroyed me. I almost lost everything because I couldn’t deal with it. I couldn’t get out of bed for over a week. I would have lost my job if I hadn’t been saving up all my time off for that trip we had been planning. Rick, I loved you with my entire heart and soul and you just…”

“I know, I know, and I am so sorry! If I could do it all over, I would in a heartbeat! I never wanted to leave you, I just-” he stopped himself before he could explain further.

“You just what, Rick? There has to be some explanation, some reason you did what you did.”

“I can’t tell you,” he mumbled softly.

“Then we have nothing more to discuss here.” You stood to leave, but Rick’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

“Please…. I need you to understand, it was never because I didn’t love you or I didn’t want you. Leavin’ was the hardest thing I have ever done and it kills me to know I hurt you so badly. I never meant to-”

“Then why did you do it!” You silently cursed yourself for the tears that began flowing down your cheeks. You had sworn to yourself you would stay strong, and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, but it was all too much. “Rick, I would have done anything for you, gone anywhere with you, waited however long you needed, but you never gave me a chance! You just left the moment there was a complication and you didn’t even try to work through it. How in the world did you expect to come here and get my forgiveness for that?”

“I did it because I love you and I was tryin’ to protect you,” he blurted out.

Slowly, you sank back into your chair. “What do you mean? Protect me from what?”

“I can’t-”

“Rick, if you want any chance of me understanding, or finding a way to accept what you did, you have to tell me.”

He stared silently at you for a long time, a look of conflicted indecision on his face. And just as you were about to give up and walk away, he said, “Waller didn’t like that I was spendin’ all my days off here in DC. According to my enlistment requirements with ARGUS, as long as I was at Belle Reve for debriefs, mission assignments, and a once-a-week trainin’ with the Task Force, I was able to maintain my residence in DC since that is technically still my assigned base of operations. But Waller didn’t like that because it gave her less control over me. So, she looked and looked but when she couldn’t find any loopholes, she resorted to less…. legal options.” He fell silent for a moment as he fiddled with the handle of Liz’s abandoned coffee cup. But eventually, he asked, “Do you remember that American flag you found layin’ on your pillow and the one in your car? The ones you thought I placed there as a joke?”

You nodded. “Sure, right before you left. Colonel Rick Flag of the US military. It just made sense it was you.”

“It would have. And that was the point. It wasn’t me, but it was a message for me. The same day, just before you called to ask about them, I got a text from Waller. There were no words, just an American flag emoji. That’s it.”

Your brow furrowed as you tried to understand what he was getting at. “So, your boss stuck a flag in my car and on my pillow? Why?”

“She wanted me to know that she could get to you anytime or anywhere she wanted. The places you should have been the safest. She wanted to show me that I couldn’t protect you from her. So, when she ordered me to move back to Louisiana permanently, I went without question.”

You thought long and hard about everything he had just told you. From what you had learned about Amanda Waller from your time with Rick, it didn’t sound unrealistic that what he was saying was the truth. He had already told you how she manipulated him and his ex on his first mission working for her so the idea that she would now come after another of Rick’s girlfriends made a lot of sense. But that still didn’t explain his reaction. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to scare you. I knew as long as I went along with what she wanted, she wouldn’t bother you but if I told you, you would be livin’ in constant fear that she would make a move on you at any time. Also, I figured if you knew, you would want to come with me. But I didn’t want you to give up everythin’ you worked for here. You have a life, friends, your sister, a career you love. Besides, I needed to keep you as far away from Waller as possible.”

“And now….”

“Now we made a deal. We have information over her that makes it so she can’t touch us without causin’ an international incident.”

“Who’s we?” you asked.

“Me and the remainder of the Task Force. We found some information on the mission where I was hurt and it was big enough to free all of us from under Waller’s control. But, I had to resign. I’m no longer a part of the US military.” He glanced at you hesitantly before adding, “That’s why I wanted to track you down. I needed to let you know I’m movin’ back here to DC. For good.”

“And why do I care? Huh?” Tears once again began flowing down your face. “Why does that matter to me? You couldn’t have honestly expected to waltz in here, tell your little story, and I would just jump back into your arms? Rick, you destroyed me. That isn’t something I can just forget. And besides… I’ve moved on. There’s someone else.”

A look of pain flashed across Rick’s face but he quickly covered it up. Clearing his throat, he said, “I never expected you to forgive me immediately. I just thought…. I don’t know what I thought. And I’m glad you were able to find someone new.”

“Yes, Evan is everything you weren’t and he is exactly who I needed to help me get over the pain you put me through.” It wasn’t a lie exactly, but there was no way you were going to admit the real reason you were seeing Evan. “And in fact, maybe you should get going. He’s supposed to be meeting me here at any moment.”

Rick nodded as he started to stand. “I get it. I have no right to have expected you to forgive me or that you hadn’t moved on. I’m the one who ruined everythin’, and I’ll never forgive myself for that.” He started to walk away, but just as he was about to pass you, he placed his hand on your shoulder. This first physical contact sent a shudder of desire through your system as your body betrayed you. “But truly, I’m glad you found someone and you’re happy.”

You gazed up into those hazel eyes you had missed every moment since he left. “Rick, I-”

“Dude, get your hand off my girl!”

Mentally, you cursed Evan and his terrible timing. Why did this have to be the one time in your relationship that he wasn’t late for something?

Slowly, Rick turned to stare at the newcomer. He took one look at Evan before turning back to you with a face that screamed “This. This is who you’re with now”. But you ignored him and turned to your boyfriend.

“Evan, it’s okay. This is just….. an old friend. We ran into each other and were just catching up. He’s not bothering me. And besides-” you shot Rick a look “-he was just leaving.”

But you should have known better to expect any kind of understanding or decorum from Evan, especially as you noticed how dilated his pupils were. Then again, that shouldn’t be surprising since he was on something more often than not.

He stalked up to Rick and shoved him hard in the chest. Normally, Evan’s pathetic strength wouldn’t have even made Rick stumble. Yet in his weakened state, Rick went sprawling back, landing harshly on the floor as he clutched his chest. Instantly, you were by his side, softly brushing his hair off his face as it contorted in pain.

Evan rolled his eyes at Rick. “Come on, man, I barely touched you.” Then he turned to you. “Isn’t it bad enough you mentally fuck another dude every time we’re together, now you got to actually fuck one? God! I was never enough for you!”

“Evan…” your voice was low and threatening, silently begging him to shut up, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Instead, he looked past you to glare at Rick. “She do that with you too? Call out some other dude’s name as you’re doin’ it? With me, the thought of that fuckin’ military douche is the only way she can get off. Maybe you’ll have more luck, and you can actually make her forget fuckin’ Rick Flag.”

You burst into tears instantly. Never in your life had you felt so humiliated. You couldn’t care less about Evan or how he was acting, but the thought that Rick knew-

Jumping to your feet, you shoved Evan out of the way and rushed out of the café. You had felt Rick try to grab your hand, try to stop you as you tore from his side but that just made things worse! He knew. He knew you still thought of him every night. That the only time you could really enjoy yourself, the only way you could reach your peak pleasure was while thinking of him. It was utterly mortifying!

Stumbling as you struggled to see through your tears, you ducked into the nearest alley and leaned heavily against the wall. You buried your face in your hands and sobbed. All of the feelings you had been holding back since Rick walked into the café just added fuel to your breakdown and you were soon hyperventilating as you struggled to catch your breath.

Suddenly, a pair of muscular arms encircled you, pulling you into a broad chest. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around Rick as you clung tightly to him, sobbing wetly into his chest. Part of you was somehow even more mortified at the thought of him seeing you like this, of holding you now that he knew the truth. Yet, another part of you, the larger part, needed this. You were right he had lost quite a bit of muscle but the hug still felt the same as always. And as you burrowed your face deeper into his chest, you felt his heart thumping loudly against your cheek. You had always loved resting your head on his bare chest and listening to the sound of his heart, but for some reason, it felt slightly off from how it used to. Maybe you weren’t the only one who had a broken heart after all.

When you finally began to calm down and your sobs softened into sniffles, Rick slid his finger under your chin and lifted your head up to face him. Your cheeks grew hot and you tried to look away, but he held you firmly in place.

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’ve thought about you every single day. And, uh, not always in the most respectable way.” He blushed deep red but continued. “I know this doesn’t change anythin’ about how you feel about us movin’ forward. In fact, it makes me realize even more how deeply I hurt you. But I need you to know I never meant for any of this. I was just tryin’ to keep you safe. And I’ll admit, I didn’t go about it in the right way, but I never thought….” He sighed deeply. “I guess what I’m sayin’ is I don’t blame you for not wantin’ to give me another shot. From here on out, I’ll leave you alone. But if you ever change your mind, my number’s still the same.”

He placed a long lingering kiss on your forehead, then released his hold on you. Giving your hand one final squeeze, he turned and walked out of the alley. Staring after him, you watched the man of your dreams walk out of your life for the second time. You considered everything that had happened eight months ago and everything Rick had told you today. His reasoning didn’t make up for what he did, but it did put his action into context. And while you weren’t in any way ready to forgive him, you also weren’t ready to lose him for good.

“Rick!” You rushed out of the alley and down the street in the direction he had headed. Not surprisingly given his current condition, he hadn’t made it very far.

He turned to look at you as you approached. “Did I forget somthi-”

You crashed into his lips cutting him off mid-word. He stiffened in surprise for just a second before surging into you. His tongue pushed between your lips as you ran your hands up the back of his neck and threaded them into his hair. Wrapping one arm around your waist, he pulled you in closer to him until your two bodies felt like one. His heart thumped against your chest and for a moment, you forgot everything that had happened. It was just you and Rick and nothing else mattered.

But eventually, reality came crashing back and you broke away from Rick. He stared at you, his eyes dark with a lustful longing, but he respectfully took a step back. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Well… that was unexpected.”

“I’m sorry. I just couldn't let you go without doing that at least once.”

“What does that mean? For us.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not ready to forgive you, you hurt me too deeply for that. But I’m willing to talk. Maybe see if we can find a way to work past this. Build something new from the ruins of what we had.”

“So…. Dinner? Tonight?” he asked hopefully.

“How about we start with coffee tomorrow afternoon,” you said with a soft smile.

“Anythin’ you want, darlin’.” He paused. “Oh, sorry, I forgot, no ‘darlin’’”.

Your smile grew brighter, and you took his hand. “Maybe the occasional ‘darlin’’ is acceptable.”

He beamed back at you. “Whatever you say, darlin’.”

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Call Of Duty Black Ops Cold War:

The Wolff Family

The Wolff Family, a notorious family in the early 1900's. A great German Military family, in aid of WW1 & WW2 , The Vietnam War & The Cold War.

With deep and dark connections, during the Events of the Cold War and the SpyRing of Perseus himself. What more could get peculiar?

Elvira Wolff Chronological Order

Born to be Perseus' right hand, former Special Agent Elvira Wolff is nothing but an enigma to her operators. Daughter of a Lieutenant, a child prodigy, her outstanding knowledge of the battlefield, weapons, technology, her independence and a dark past. Wolff is a force not to be reckoned with.

The KGB Agents

The KGB (Russian: Комитет госу��арственной безопасности (КГБ), tr. Komitet Gosudarstvennoy Bezopasnosti), translated in English as the Committee for State Security, was the secret police force that was the main security agency for the Soviet Union from 1954 until the dissolution of the Soviet Union in 1991.

The first "Perseus"

A simple code name whom all similarly using the cover name "Perseus" as a secret front for their collective activities.

The MI6 Agent

The Secret Intelligence Service (SIS), commonly known as MI6, is a multi-role intelligence agency that works for the British Government alongside the Security Service (MI5).

"El Diablo."

A devil is the personification of evil as it is conceived in various cultures and religious traditions. It is seen as the objectification of a hostile and destructive force.

Mikhail Korolyov

The Russian Mafia; Korolyov, a master mind and manipulator. A man you can always go to with your problems, for a fair price.

Yuri Korolyov

Son of the Mafia Boss; Mikhail, who made a change for the better. Cleaning his family name of all the dirty secrets.

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AU's & What If!:

Alternate Universe

Another Universe, another time in a vast and different Multiverse ... What wonders would Elvira Wolff would experience then?

What if?

Time. Space. Reality. It's more than a linear path. It's a prism of endless possibility, where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities, creating alternate worlds from the ones you know. I am the Watcher. I am your guide through these vast new realities. Follow me, and ponder the question... What if? - The Watcher

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Elvira 'Perseus' Wolff:

Wishing you were somehow here again

After the death of Stitch, and Elvira Wolff now the new "Perseus" She took matters into her own hands, for her own and personal revenge once again

The Interrogation

Elvira Wolff, captured by the CIA for the locations of Perseus' Agents. Would turn into a series of violent interrogations....

The Abandoned Puppy

One weekend after Elvira did some shopping in Moscow, curiosity got the better of her when she found an abandoned puppy in the streets...

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Lieutenant Dietrich Wolff "The Monster of Berlin":

The Intruder

An unwanted guest enters the Wolff House, and it was the biggest mistake of Anja's life . . .

Through The Weeds

Vietnam, 1968, a time to be alive. Well you beg to differ, with Adler's team searching for the Viet cong. They encounter an unexpected guest...

Dietrich's Downfall

The Wolff hangs on and never falls, of all men... He as the one that hand fallen the hardest; Driving himself to insanity.

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Call of Duty Modern Warfare (Reboot) :

Makaha Ai’la’ausd

(Also known as Duncan Anderson) The Butcher of Task Force141, the one man Price could rely on without fail.

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The Vampyr Brides

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Long ago a prophecy was foretold that two women, would fall in love with the two vampire Kings... Avoiding any different fate at all costs, in the name of love.

The Werewolf

Elvira Wolff— A young and famous supernatural hunter, who's job to kill the Supernatural; After a near death experience, she teams up with a Werewolf named Frank Woods. To take down the legendary Werewolf, Perseus.

Cursed Ocean

As the newly Captain of the Ship, Elvira Wolff was warned of the legend of Vikhor Kuzmin and the Flying Dutchman. But that didn't stop her determination and her adventures... And now she gravley faced the consequences.

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Angst 24/7 (Some sad shit)

Ashes to Ashes

The aftermath of the Duga ambush, Elvira Wolff being the only sole survivor falling into the hands of Perseus' men...

The End of The Line

Losing a loved one is always hard... After losing Woods' on a mission, Elvira faces the five stages of greif.

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Werewolf Frank Woods x 'Red' Elvira Wolff

A night to infiltrate

Welcome home

Our little experiment

A lesson to be taught

Professor!Price x Elvira Wolff

A 2am Snack

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General Smokey

Perseus helps little Elvira's strong attachment to her beloved little bear; Smokey.

Tending to one's wounds

Stitch helps his beloved Elvira Wolff, after she got injured in one of their failed missions

The love birds

Will Stitch ever admit his feelings to her? Or continue to be oblivious to all of it .

Little one

Little Elvira gets lost in the C.I.A Headquarters, while encountering Weaver. He took up the task in looking after her, until Adler would return

Sickness

Elvira caught the flu one winters day, Perseus and the agents would do anything to make her feel better

Our Forever Home

After six months of looking for a home to buy, Elvira and Price found a Bungalow to buy; The long awaited moment came to see if their offer got accepted or not...

Camping

Woods knew Elvira's dream to experience camping for the first time, and so he made it a reality for her where he took her camping for the weekend.

Jealousy - Frankvira

Woods clearly gets jealous whenever someone tries to Woo Elvira, and either way. He would do anything to protect his little otter.

Jealousy - Johnvira

Price had never been a jealous man, but after mishap that happened in the pub. His true jealousy shows.

Valentine's day ♡

Valentine's day with Johnvira , their love has no bounds.

It's just a spider

A silly little HeadCanon where Adler is afraid of Spiders

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Dark Topics / Violence:

Toxic Love

After the Ritz Carlton Hotel got infiltrated by Elvira Wolff, Stitch's feelings for her grew into something more dangerous...

A Price to Pay For

Elvira Wolff AKA "The Wolff" Is the arms dealer of the TF141 Mafia. The love she had for John Price was strong, and even then... Love is a dangerous business in the Mafia. A Price to pay for.

The Bodyguard

John Price is a newly hired bodyguard to protect Elvira Wolff from any kind of harm that would befall her.

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The Supernatural:

A Blood Pact (Co-Written)

Elvira Wolff, a famous Supernatual hunter finds her way into the Castle for the cure of the Vampire infection; Little did she know she'll come across the King of them all...

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Writing Prompts:

"I am happiest when I'm next to you." - Frankvira

"Have I entered an alternate universe, or did you really crack a smile for me?" - Kuzvira

"Promise me you won't die, I can't bare the thought of living without you." - Johnvira

"You want a bite?" - Frankvira

"What should we name him/her?" - Kuzvira

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Canon x Reader (Male, Female and Non-Binary):

All Canon X Reader stuff will be put here, fandoms ranging from (Call of Duty, Resident Evil, Marvel ect.) ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Call of Duty Cold War:

Lazar Azoulay x F!🔔

Jason Hudson x F!Reader

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Other Fandoms:

Other Fandom's I'm planning to write for in the near future!

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Resident Evil

God of War

X-Men