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A RACEWAY AU CANON ONESHOT ANTHOLOGY (Seth x Mango)

WARNING: grief, smoking, some swearing

~ = change in perspective

~~ = forward in time

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"Jax takes the win! Way to go you rascally rabbit!" Caine jovially shouted into the mic. Another heart pounding race was just wrapping up with five carts flying across the finish line. The underwater theme started to fade as Caine teleported to the collecting racers. "Well done, everyone! Nice to see none of you got washed away with the tide! Ha!" He joked and rung digital sea water out of his hat.

Bubble opened their mouth to say something but stopped mid motion and shuttered. A barely noticeable glitch rippled through them, "Hey, boss! We got another one!"

"Another..? Oh! ....oh." Caine's upbeat attitude faltered slightly. He squeezed his cane a little tighter and anxiously watched the finish line.

Next to the checkered line in the track, a humanoid figure blinked into existence. Then it blinked out. Then it came back. It glitched and fractured as it tried to reconstruct itself.

"Oh dear. Hold on a moment!" Caine snapped his fingers and a small translucent gold screen appeared next to him. "So sorry, I've been trying to make some improvements to the avatar generator but it seems it's still a bit on the fritz." He tapped a few lines of code on the screen and snapped again. The vaguely humanoid avatar sputtered before finally taking shape.

The base skeletal structure for the digital body was half exposed. The clavicle and shoulders could be seen underneath the openings of the tracksuit. The bare neck vertebrae held up a fully detailed woman's head with strawberry blonde hair and fair skin. However, where the face would be, there was none. Only a gaping pitch black hole dominated the space.

"Ugh....huh? Where..?" The mostly human woman looked around in confused panic.

"Welcome to the Amazing Digital Raceway!" Caine flew into her personal space, making the new girl jump back. "Sorry about your face, can't do much about it." Caine shrugged. "Anyway, what's your name?"

"My...name?" The woman looked down as though thinking, the racers around her could only guess as there were no facial expressions to read. "Oh God, my name. I dont-"

"That's okay! We can give you a brand new one!" Caine snapped and the lights on the finish line lit up. "Roll 'em!" Five spaces flashed with random letters for a few seconds before slowly choosing one by one.

M-A-N-G-O

"Well how about that, an actual word this time!" Caine chuckled. "What do you think, Mango?"

"Huh?" The woman jerked her head up, as though she's just realized he was talking to her. "Oh...yeah, sure. Fine." She picked at the end of the sleeves on her tracksuit, looking away from the weird tooth man talking loudly in her direction.

Kinger hopped forward a few paces. "Hello! Nice to meet you. Don't worry about Caine. He just gets excited when someone new shows up."

"We all do!" Ragatha popped out from behind Kinger. "Welcome to your new home! Well, not out here, obviously. But I'm sure you have a room ready for you in the garage!"

"It's a lot all at once, but we'll do our best to make you feel comfortable." Gangle smiled shyly from behind a stoic Zooble.

"Speak for yourselves." Jax huffed from the back of the group. "All I see is another looser in my way."

"Jax! She just got here!" Ragatha scolded. "Can you at least wait a day to be a jerk!?"

"Whatever." Jax rolled his eyes and turned to enter the garage.

"Don't mind him." Ragatha got closer to Mango. "He's just...Jax. Come on, I'll show you to your room." She went to put her hand on Mango's shoulder but she shrunk away from the ragdoll's touch.

"Please, don't."

"Oh, sorry. My bad. Just, uh, follow me." Ragatha and the others escorted Mango inside.

"Get settled, Mango! You have a big race debut tomorrow!" Caine spun around and vanished.

From behind the barrier of the in-between, Seth exhaled a huge puff of silvery smoke. He'd seen the whole thing. Felt her added to the game files. Twinged with discomfort seeing Caine's failed player avatar butcher that poor girl's entry. He sighs and takes another drag. "She won't last two weeks."

~Two Months Later~

A black and blue blur zipped by a spun out Jax and Zooble. A motorbike style kart wheelied into the next booster with a shout of excitement from it's rider.

"That was a cheap shot!" Jax shouted out at the new second placed racer disappearing around the next bend.

Caine rang over the track announcement. "Mango takes the second position! The others are going to struggle to keep up with her now! The only one that could possibly challenge her is the King of the Raceway! You know him, you love him, KINGER!!" The NPC audience went bolistic with excitement.

Mango locked in when she saw Kinger take a mystery item a few length ahead of her. Her rose gold hair was up in a ponytail flying in the wind. The roar of the engine beneath her made her feel as though she were on the back of a mighty dragon. The track was where she felt most alive. The rush was unbelievable.

Mango ran through a mystery box and a fountain pen appeared on her hand. "Ugh, of course I get the useless item." She grumbled but held tight to the pen anyway. It was the last item before the end of the lap.

Mango revved her bike and gained on Kinger. Kinger glanced back and happily waved. "Hey! I was hoping you'd catch up!"

"Don't patronize me!" Mango activated the pen and black ink splotched all over Kinger's front.

"Ah! My eyes!" Kinger slowed down, giving Mango ample opportunity to surge ahead. He shook the ink from his face. "Was that all you had? Heh, I guess I got lucky." He held up a purple seashell. He released it and it flew after Mango like a rocket.

Mango heard the all too familiar whistle of an approaching bombshell. She couldn't let it touch her. It would destroy her lead. She waited until the last second to slam her brake and lead the bike on its side. She went into a slide and the shell flew over her. Without stopping, she kicked the bike back up and took a u-turn on a ramp and floored it back towards Kinger.

"What-!?" Caine practically screamed. "She's going the wrong way down the track! Mango! Turn around!"

"Hehee, she's crazy." Bubble giggled.

Mango leaned down on her bike, opening the throttle as far as it would go. She could hear the shell gaining on her again.

Kinger blinked, trying to process what he was seeing. "...chicken? Chicken." He geared up and floored the accelerator, going straight for Mango and the incoming shell.

Seth rarely cared about what happened during races. They hadn't meant much to him since being kicked to the curb by someone he thought cared about him. But, there was little much more to do to pass the time. He stood behind the barrier behind Caine, out of sight and mind. He was entirely covert in his observing of the POVs as Caine hooted and hollered like a circus monkey.

He watched Mango perform a perfect slide recovery into a tight u-turn. That got his attention. Such a move couldn't be done accidentally. Now she was playing chicken with Kinger with a purple shell up practically up her tailpipe. It was ...exhilarating. The rush from such a bold and reckless move had the stands ont here feet and him...

A black bike came to life behind Seth, it's engine roaring with hunger for the track. He flinched, dropping his cigarette. "What are- no. No! Absolutely not. We're not going out there."

The motorcycle revved in response, inching closer.

"I said No! I'm done racing! It's not worth it..."

The motorcycle idled right up beside him, revving insistently.

"He won't be happy to see us."

The motorcycle revved aggressively, lurching forward and squeeling its tires.

"It's been a long- ah, fuck it." He mounted his bike and drove quickly along the barrier until he saw the section of track he was looking for. "Ready or not, little racer, here I come." He and the bike ignited with silver fire and flew through the barrier.

BOOM

Mango cheered as her bike was thrown skyward by the shell. Both she and Kinger were knocked off course, but Mango activated her glider and coasted to a lower level of the layer track. "Checkmate!" She saluted Kinger, watching him disappear over a hill. She giggled to herself over a plan well executed, even if it was made up on the spot.

Now she had the final stretch all to herself. Lap 3 was going to be too easy. As she came up to the finish line to mark the end of lap 2, a silver blaze blew by her like she was standing still.

"And Mango is in- ...second place? What?" Caine tapped his screen. "That can't be right." A silver line streaked across another screen. "Huh? ... Oh no. Really? Now!?" He grumbled, "You better not ruin this for my racers."

Seth smirked to himself. The shock and awe was clear in Mango's body language over being passed so easily. He had to admit, he missed that sort of reaction.

Mango saw the back of a shadowed, unknown racer blast ahead so fast it made her head spin. She was loosing. She didn't like loosing. Having some a few laps already, she knew a shortcut. "@$$hole." She muttered through the censor as she grabbed a cupcake and boosted her way ahead.

Seth looked behind him. "She give up already? Hm, should have known she was all fume and no fire." No sooner had he said that, when a motorbike came flying off a ramp and almost landed on top of him. He saw it last second and served out of the way.

For the first time, he really got a look at her. She had her tracksuit unzipped and tied around her waist. Only an under shirt covered her ribcage. He arms had flawless digital flesh, ink doodles down both forearms. Her hair was coming out of it's ponytail, frazzled by the wind and racing maneuvers.

Then she tilted her face towards him. As he gazed into the void, he could feel her gazing back. A light buzz tingled in his chest. Her esoteric beauty cut right through him. "Wow."

Mango glanced over at the weird racer several times, doing a triple take. "Caine!?"

That snapped him out of it and ticked him off all at once. "Hardly! But I'll gladly watch you lose!" He popped a wheely and let go one hand to hold two fingers out in front of his protruded tongues. He honestly only knew this was an effective taunt.

Mango jerked upright, heat waves emanating from her face hole. "How dare-!? You disrespectful little-!!" She hit the booster and curved around a spiral over him. As she came back down, she swung herself over the handlebars like a pommel horse and kicked both of her heels into his teeth.

Seth was knocked clean off his bike. He and the motorcycle went for a slide and Caine cackled over the announcement. Something about what he gets when a taunt is too effective. Seth finally came to a stop just off the track and he sat up to watch her fade, a censor bar hiding her hand as she drove away.

"Damn..." He rubbed his sore teeth. "Now I really need to beat her."

Everytime Seth showed himself, there was rarely a clear winner. Most races ended in a tie, much to Mango's frustration. Seth could out speed and out maneuver any racer, but Mango gave him a proper challenge. He'd stay close and beat her by inches. Even if she fumed and ranted at him at the finish line, he was just happy to have her attention.

Seth was falling in love with racing again. He felt more himself. All because of the stubborn competitive nature of a racer. But he's been here before. He needed to be careful. Otherwise, he might get hurt again.

No matter how many times he tried to warn himself, he always found himself longing when the race was over. When he was no longer needed and shooed back to the in-between, he'd walk along the barrier to the garage and watch her intact with the other racers.

He knew he was being stupid. He was just a race challenge. He couldn't kid himself that the players would ever see him as more than that. Still, day and day, he's watch her draw with Gangle. Play Pinball with Zooble. Get into brawls with Jax. Climb the building with Ragatha. Have floor time with Kinger.

He could pretend for a moment that she was his friend. He could pretend she could see him every time she looked at the wall he was behind. He could pretend...

He took a drag every time he had to remind himself he was alone. The clouding of the smoke was a visual palet cleanser.

"Must you do that so much?"

Seth froze, but immediately relaxed. He almost laughed at himself. No one was talking to him. Then he made direct eye contact with the void turned in his direction. He looked side to side, the other racers were elsewhere. Mango was alone, staring at him right through the barrier.

"Smoking's not good for you, you know."

Seth shifted in place, not sure if he should say anything. He took one more drag and flicked the cigarette out into the shadows.

"What? You not going to talk to me? After everything you put me through on a daily basis?" Mango curled herself up into a perched sitting position on her chair.

"You...can see me?"

"Obviously."

"For how long?"

Mango shrugs. "The whole time. I've pretty much figured out that I'm the only one that can see this semi-translucent shimmering barrier all over the place. Sometimes I see you, sometimes I don't. That blows the theory that you're omnipresent." She chuckles.

"The whole- ...oh."

"Yeah, don't watch me sleep. That's weird."

"I- you barely sleep anyway." Seth crossed his arms and looked away. "You're the weird one."

"Very much so. I actually like it here. I may not remember much, but I have a strong feeling I'm better off here. Besides, racing is quite fun." Mango happy fidgeted into her seat.

"Hm, you're certainly one the most vivacious racers I've ever faced. You've nearly beaten me a time or three. That's no small feat."

"Psh, nearly beating you is not good enough. I need to see you take silver."

"Ha. I've already got plenty of that." He snapped and sliver flames danced along his fingers. "But don't think you'll actually win. Only one person has ever beaten me. Once. And it was a fluke."

Mango sat forward, transfixed by the fire. "What...was the fluke?"

"Bastard distracted me. I won't let that happen again." He clenched his fist and the flame extinguished. He leaned forward, putting an arm against the barrier. "Even from a pretty thing like you."

"Promises, promises." She teased with an audible smirk.

"....Is Mango flirting with the wall?" Zooble droned from across the garage. Everyone shrugged.

Mango gazed unafraid up into the burning silver eyes staring her down. "What's your name?"

Seth's head tilted slightly. He hasn't expected her to care what he was called. "I am the Shadowed Echo of The Host, but you can call me Seth."

"Seth....that's a nice name." She said quietly.

The buzz in Seth's chest hit him so suddenly, he almost lost his cool.

Race after race, she showed more promise than any racer Seth has even seen. More skill and determination to actually defeat him of the likes he's never seen. He was truly impressed. So much so, he decided to give her something.

In the middle of the night, the shadows in the corner of Mango's room manifested Seth's silhouette. "Hey, you awake?"

"I am now." Mango yawned and sat up. "Why are you here?"

"I need to show you something." He held out his hand to her.

"Now? Are you just trying to keep me up so I'll be tired tomorrow?"

Seth sighed heavily. "No, now come on. What I have to show you actually has to do with your racing."

"Ugh, fine, but it better be quick. I was having a nice dream for once." Mango grabbed his hand and allowed him to pull he out of bed and into the wall. It took her a second to register what just happened. "Did you just-?"

"Welcome to the in-between. Sorry, there's no fanfare, the void doesn't offer much of a parade budget." Seth walked her a short distance from her room.

Mango looked around. Pitch blackness everywhere she looked. "This is where you live?"

"Yeah, but we're not here to talk about me." He deflected. He stopped and snapped. Mango's motorbike emerged from the shadows, leaning on it's kickstand. "Have you ever wondered why my motorcycle looks more realistic compared to the cartoonist karts of Caine's tracks?"

"Not really. I just assumed you were edgy like that."

Seth rolled his eyes. "Let's pretend you wondered. You see, the game didn't always look the way it does today. Caine has slowly changed it over time. Personally, it's kind of a downgrade aesthetically speaking. But aside from the visuals, he's also changed a lot of the mechanics and special abilities of the vehicles. One of the reasons I've always been a step ahead is because my motorcycle uses the original programming." He snapped and shadows crawled over Mango's bike, the graphics of the bike shifted to binary and it changed shape gradually. "Now, so does yours."

The shadows fell away to reveal a sleek dark blue and black racing motorcycle. Subtle silver trim accented the frame. Mango stood in awe. "Really? For me?"

Whisps of shadow fluttered off his face in a quasi blush. "Yes. I figured that If we're really going to race. It needs to actually be fair. Now you'll race me as an equal."

Mango could barely hold her excitement. She was practically dancing in place. "Can I try it out now? Can I?"

Seth smiled without even realizing. "Hold your horsepower. One more thing." He snapped and her tracksuit attracted the shadows. Her plain dark blue tracksuit shifted to riding leathers and boots. "Now you can."

Mango let out a little squeak of excitement and jumped on her new bike. It fit her perfectly. "This is so cool! Am I like you now? A shadow racer?"

"Heh, not quite, but half way there. Of course, I could go all the way...but I don't know if you're ready for that."

"I was born ready! I have a need for speed and booster in my veins!"

Seth put his hand on hers and leaned close. "I don't think you understand. To go all the way, you and I would have to get much much closer." His silver eyes burned into her void.

The air around them became very heated very quickly as Mango cleared her throat. "Oh. That kind of- uh, yeah, I don't think i- uh, I don't really-"

"Don't worry." Seth lightly held her chin with his knuckle. "I'm a patient AI."

Mango was at a loss for words. She was too flustered to thoroughly explain to him that she was very much asexual. If he would even understand what that meant. But the idea of being close to him? Now that was very enticing.

Every race after Mango got her upgraded motorcycle was pretty much a 1v1 between her and Seth. No one else stood a chance for first or second place. Caine complained that it was unfair, but the other racers were honestly unbothered. There was no real difference between third and first place for the most part.

As the races went on, it was Seth winning or a tie. Mango never gave up. She gave him a run for his money every single time. He could never let his guard down.

It got to the point of an all out drag out between them on the final stretch of a final lap. Neck and neck. Both bikes edging the red zone. Silver fire blasting from Seth in his focus to maintain his lead.

Mango had no items, no power ups, only her will keeping her on his level. She's been pushed to the brink. She can go faster. Faster.

FASTER.

The rear wheel of Mango's motorcycle burst into blue flames. She edged ahead. Seth did a double take, she was actually pulling ahead of him as he was going full speed. Blue and sliver fire flared parallel to each other all the way to the finish line.

They blasted across the checkered goal that announced Mango as the winner. Caine was more than happy to rub the loss in Seth's face, but his words fell on dead ears. Seth couldn't hear anything over the buzz in his chest. "You did it. Holy shit, you actually did it."

"Don't be too surprised now." Mango verbally winked and rolled into the winner circle.

Seth had never wanted to kiss someone so badly in his life, but there he was, left in the background as she received the praise from everyone else. The race was over. Time to return to the in-between.

Before he went back, he teleported inside the garage and went to Mango's room. He snapped and a whisp of shadow formed the rough silhouette of a lily flower. She drew them a lot, even painted them on the walls of her room. He figured she'd like one, even from him.

The next time Seth saw her, there was a Shadow Lily sticking out of her front jacket pocket. The simple gesture of her wearing it meant more to him than he cared to admit. This was it, he'd fallen for her. Exactly what he told himself not to do. He found himself almost obsessively watching her live her life from the in-between. Cursing himself, he'd walk away but always come back. He'd hear her laugh and wish he could replay it forever.

He found himself creating more lilies. And more. And even more. He actually got quite good at it, they were practically life-like in realism. He'd hold them in his hand, inspecting them for imperfections.

"...what am I doing?" His voice carried into the in-between. "She'll only see me as an AI. A plaything. A challenge. I shouldn't....but she's so...amazing." The lily he held caught fire. Silver flames engulfed the black petals but they did not wither. "Could she love me even if she wanted to?"

"Eat track, fruit basket!" Jax cackled as he threw fireballs at Mango. She had a tentative lead with Seth, but avoiding a track obstacle left her open to Jax's attack. Before the fireballs could hit her however, Seth braked and swerved into their path.

Unfortunately, his maneuver didn't have the effect he wanted. The fireballs spun him out and tossed him forward into Mango. They both fell off their bikes and rolled into the track as all the other racers blasted by them.

Mango was the first on her feet. "What was THAT!?" She angrily brushed herself off and ran to her bike. Hers was under his and she had a hard time lifting the large black bike. "Ugh!! Why didn't you just let him hit me!? I would have recovered! You always do this!" She kicked his bike out of frustration.

Seth got up, fixing a crooked tooth from the fall. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? I've blocked attacks before and they've been fine! Caine must've changed the rules again." He tapped his bike and it got up on its own.

"You're missing the point! I don't want you to interfere!" Mango rushed to get her bike up. "You're all over the place trying to prevent attacks when you should be focused on the race!"

"I would focus on the race if YOU didn't constantly leave yourself open! I'm trying to protect you!" Seth got in her face.

"WHY would you want to protect me?? I didn't ask you to do that!" Mango shoved him.

"Because I CARE about you, you stubborn woman!"

Mango fumbled her words. "Well- well, why should you? It's just a game."

Seth's shoulders slumped slightly. "Not to me."

Mango realized the nerve she struck. "Seth, I'm sorry, I didnt-"

"Save it." Seth turned around and lit a cigarette. "Enjoy the game." As he walked away, his boots caught fire.

"Seth, wait!" Mango reached out for him, but he burst into flames and disappeared.

Days went by without him. Mango spent more and more time in her room talking to the walls and drawing. "I hope you can hear me. I'm sorry. I really am. This is the only world you know of course it's not a game to you. This is reality. It's not a bad thing that you care...I guess I never expected you actually would."

She completed a drawing of a simple lily and wrote "I'm sorry" in beautiful calligraphy. With her floor covered in apology drawings, she called this one up and tossed it into the hole in her face. She didn't feel anything. The paper was just gone now.

Seth had walked as far away from the barrier as he could. His worst fear had been confirmed. She didn't care. None of them did. He was nothing. He was unimportant. He was disposable. He was forgotten. He spiraled in his devasted exile, thoughts of throwing himself into the actual void crossed his mind more than once. To free fall forever into nothingness. But he couldn't do that. He was compelled to stay.

As he stood with inky tears escaping between his teeth, something touched his foot. He opened his eyes to see a ball of paper slowly rolling towards him and bouncing off his boot. He picked it up and unwadded it to see a beautifully crafted lily with an apology. Then something else bumped him. Another ball of paper. Soon, nearly a dozen wadded balls of sketch paper rolled out of the darkness o their own towards him. "What the?"

He didn't know how they got to him, but he knew they could only be from one person. Every single one of them has an incomplete drawing or simple sketch and an apology.

Mango nearly jumped from her desk when the shadows out of the corner of her eye start to move. Seth emerged from the wall, papers in hand.

She quickly wiped her own tears from her chin. "Seth! You can back. I'm really-"

"I know. I got your letters."

"Letters?"

He showed her the tossed drawings. She immediately got very warm with embarrassment. "Oh, those weren't done."

"They were enough. Look, I....maybe I have been overzealous about keeping the others racers from you during heats."

"It's fine, really. I had no idea you cared that much. To think I need protection."

Seth folded his arms to subconsciously protect his vulnerability. "Truth is, you don't need it. I just like having you to myself."

"I gathered that much. Why don't you let me make it up to you?"

Seth took a step closer, intrigued. "Oh? And how do you intend to do that?"

"How about a private race? No one else to worry about." Mango stepped closer too. "Just you and me and the track."

"I dont know. Sounds like you're just trying to get me alone. Are you sure there are no ulterior motives?" He teased.

Mango didn't back down or stutter. "Why don't you show up and find out? Or are you scared?" She teased back.

"Darling, nothing scares me. You're on. At sundown. Get your bike ready and I'll meet you at the finish line."

Seth didn't bother asking Caine for a private track. Instead he pilfered some pieces of old tracks that hadn't been used in a while from the far corners of the out-of-bounds. He assembled it all in the in-between and waited for the day cycle to end.

Their race was a mashup of obstacles, but it wasn't the track they focused on. They were too busy chasing each other like two kids running free in a park. They tried to give their date race an official finish line, but they kept moving the goal. Whenever one would get ahead, the other would say the finish line was actually at the next obstacle.

What actually ended the race was Mango getting A little too excited on one of the jumps and losing contact with her bike. Seth caught her and landed with her in his lap. He braked so hard, he fell forward on top of her over the handle bars. They both stopped, breathing hard and staring into each other's eyes.

"Now who has an ulterior motive?" Mango giggled between breaths.

"Then I guess I should make my intention clear. I want to kiss you." He said without looking away.

Mango gripped his jacket. "I thought you'd never say it " She pulled him down.

He closed his teeth and pressed his face to hers. It was strange and esoteric but it felt so good nonetheless. Black misting shadows came off of him as he held her close, she absorbed them. As the kiss continued, Mango's body slowly became pitch. He started to disappear and she gasped. He became nothing but shadows on her skin. Deep within the void of her face, a silver light shines. Her hair went from strawberry blonde to platinum blonde.

"What...what just happened? Seth?"

"I'm here." His voice said inside her head.

"Was this supposed to happen?"

"I'm just as lost as you. This has never happened before. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I feel fine. Great, even. Is this what you meant by 'getting closer'?"

"Not...quite. But I'll take it."

If Mango ever walked around Caine as a Shadow Racer, he had a fit. "Mango!? What happened to you!? Seth did this!? WHAT!? Get out of her this instant! You can't go around corrupting player's avatars like that! What if she abstracted!? You're so careless!"

Mango never listened. Seth wasn't hurting her, and she was far from feeling abstracted. Caine could stand to shut up and listen to others for a change, but he never did. So she made a habit to keep her a Seth's merging more private.

Seth brought gave Mango a new lily after every race, whether she won or not. She loves them so much she asked him he'd help her draw a collage of them on her arm. He took it up on himself to tattoo them on her arm himself. She drew out what she wanted and his shadows permanently modified the coloring on one of her arms.

Seth rarely spent any time around the other racers. He wasn't sure what he'd even talk about if he tried. But he LOVED talking to Mango about anything and everything. If he ever felt the need to have more time with her, he'd waltz right into the garage and pick her up from wherever she was sitting. He'd throw her over his shoulder and mumble something about borrowing her for a while.

The other racers never stopped him. In fact, Ragatha and Gangle often teased Mango about her frequent kidnappings.

Seth smoked less as his relationship with Mango progressed. He didn't feel the need. However, when he did, he would make more of a show of it. Instead of just lighting his thumb on fire like he used to, he fabricated a silver lighter. The etching took time, but eventually he managed to perfect two lilies with their stems twisted together.

Everyday he was more in love with her than the day before. He adored her. He wanted everything to do with her. She had treated him more human than any other player. He felt so alive with her. He felt real. He felt like he mattered.

Seth's knowledge of human courting was limited. He hadn't bothered to look much into it before the Raceway, so most of his knowledge was from observing the players. In his time with Kinger and Queenie, he gained a better understanding of what marriage was and it's significance.

Even if it wasn't the grandness she deserved, it would thrill him to truly call her his. He made a ring. It was a simple silver band with beautiful etchings of lilies all the way around. It was unimpressive, but mango never cared for flashy jewelry. He was confident that she would love it.

He nervously held onto the ring for days after its creation, storing it in the cap of his lighter to keep it safe. He would get down on one knee and practice what he would say to her the when he was alone. None of it seemed good enough. He needed it to be perfect. She deserved no less.

Finally, he decided he would swallow his nerves and propose to her at the end of that season's race. She was bound to win, so it'd be the perfect moment to share in the winner circle. He had a bounce to his step as he waited on his motorcycle to jump into the race. This was going to be the best day of his life.

The race was heart pounding. He stayed hot on her trail as they wound their way through the confusing labyrinth of the season finale. Their engines roared in tandem as they battled for first. She managed to clobber him with an orange shell that made him fall back. He was in no hurry to catch up, he wanted her to have this victory.

Through the chaos, no one saw the blue streak of static in the background. No one knew what was coming. As the static crossed the track, it glitched. It tore open like a zipper had been pulled. Mango had nowhere to go. No time to stop. She tried, but slid right into the gap.

In a split second, she was out of sight. Seth teleported forward and screeched to a halt at the gap. "MANGO!" He could just barely see her fading into the stark white void. "Nonono! MANGO!!" He jumped in after her without a second thought. He tried teleporting to her, but no matter how close he thought he was getting, she faded further and further away. He could hear her screaming for him. He called her name and pursued, but it wasn't long before she was gone.

He screamed. He begged. He cursed the void for taking her. He never gave up. Days became weeks. No sight or sound of her in the vastness of the void.

In his desperation, Seth went to Caine. "Teleport to her!!"

"What?"

Seth grabbed Caine by the lapel and practically growled in his face. "Teleport. To. Her."

Caine teleported out of Seth's grasp, hovering a little above and away from him. He straightened his tie. "I'm afraid I can't."

"What??"

"What do you think was the first thing I tried to do when you and she vanished? I couldn't. My guess is she's been overrun by your shadows due to your frequent... Interactions. I can't teleport to you, therefore I cannot teleport to her. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do." He crossed his arms and glared at Seth.

Seth's eyes flashed dangerously. "Her code should still be in the memory bank."

"Seth, she fell into the VOID! If falling perpetually into white silence doesn't make her abstract, I don't know what would."

"You don't know her. If it's not corrupted, you could pull her back!"

Caine was losing his patience. "No. I. Can't! Shadow racer! She's not a regular player! YOU corrupted her code! She doesn't have to be abstracted to be lost to me! I never should have let you get as close to her as you did. She's lost in the void BECAUSE OF YOU!!"

Seth felt like his core was torn from his chest. He was stunned to silence.

Caine angrily stomped his cane on the ground. "Leave. Now. If I ever see you interacting with another racer, I will have no choice but to delete you. There have been enough lost. Her fate more unfair than most. Get out of my sight."

Seth went without another word. He teleported to the garage, where Mango's bike sat awaiting a new race that would never come. He placed his hand on the handlebar. There was an energy to it. Recognition. Excitement. Joy. He had to preserve it.

Before he could leave, Gangle ran up to him. "Seth! Seth, you're back! What happened? Where's Mango? ...Seth?"

"She is gone." Was all he said before teleporting away with the motorcycle.

Days became weeks became months became years. He never left the in-between. The self loathing festered even as he built Mango's memorial. The motorcycle was covered in every lily he ever gave her. Every scrap of paper she ever wrote on was bound and pressed into a book he never opened. The memories hurt too much, no matter how happy they made him.

His loneliness stewed with apathy. This is what happened when he cared. People got hurt. Love was lost. Lives were destroyed. He debated with himself, if he could go back in time, would he ever speak to her? Was the love worth the loss?

He doesn't know. He just knows that it hurts. A pain he never imagined tore through him every sleepless moment of his existence. There was no escape from it. If he dared, he could open his lighter and see the ring he once thought he could promise her. He had half of mine to toss it into the void for her. Maybe she would find it. Maybe he was crazy for even thinking of it.

"I'm sorry I never said it enough. I love you."

#tw greif #tw smoking #the amazing digital raceway #raceway au #tadc raceway au #the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc au #raceway seth #oc x oc ship #happy end of the school year Mango!

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snowhanx · 2 days ago

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Hi!! Im again with Oliver. Sorry for that. Could you write fluff where Oliver has crush on reader but he shy to confess so Poel help him

¡¡Disculpa por la demora!! Lo siento muchísimo 🥺💗 ¡Espero que te guste! Y gracias por pedirme contenido, lo aprecio muchísimo y me encanta hacerlo 💗💗💗

°❀⋆. Warnings: ♯None ♯fluff

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Oliver was a mess. He liked Y/n. A lot. But the thought of telling her caused a tightness in his chest, a knot that made it hard to breathe. He was too shy, too awkward when it came to feelings. He spent hours watching her from afar, admiring her smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed. But the words always got stuck in his throat whenever he tried to approach her. One day, while wrestling with his own anxieties in the bike shop, he saw Poel.

Poel, calmly working on his bike, was already making Oliver sweat with nerves just at the sight of him, and the thought of asking for help. He imagined Poel laughing, or worse, ignoring him. But the need to confess his feelings to Y/n was stronger than his fear. Finally, he made up his mind. He approached Poel in the workshop, saying:

—Poel, I need help. With Y/n…—

Poel, who was repairing a bicycle, raised an eyebrow, a slight teasing smile playing on his lips as he saw Oliver blush just from mentioning her name.

—Y/n? What about Y/n?—

—I like her. A lot. But I don't know how to tell her.—

Oliver admitted, turning his head away, avoiding Poel's gaze. Poel put down his tools and looked at him with a mixture of amusement and understanding.

—I see. The great Oliver, the cycling champion, defeated by a girl. Not bad.—

Oliver shot him a reproachful look, but Poel continued, more seriously now.

—But seriously, what would you like to tell her? How do you feel?—

Oliver, with a sigh, began to speak, hesitant at first, but then letting his feelings flow with a sincerity that surprised even himself.

—I like her smile, the way she laughs…her bright eyes, without doing anything at all she's already incredible. Just seeing her makes me happy.—

—Hm…That's cheesy, but okay, I understand. We need a plan. Something simple, but effective. How about you give her a gift? Something you know she likes.—

Oliver fell silent, thoughtfully recalling all the things he knew Y/n liked, details he'd picked up from paying close attention to her over time.

—A flower, maybe. She always says she loves flowers…specially daisies.—

Poel chuckled softly, nodding in satisfaction, arms crossed.

—Perfect, daisies. Simple, but pretty. And a note. Try to explain in a short note how you feel about her.—

And so, between laughter and advice, Poel helped Oliver plan his confession. They practiced the flower delivery, the reading of the note, they even worked on his facial expressions.

Finally, the moment arrived. Oliver, his heart pounding a mile a minute, approached Y/n, daisy in hand and note carefully folded. Poel, from a distance, watched with a smile. Oliver gave her the flower and the note, his words clumsy at first, but full of sincerity. Y/n, surprised but with a radiant smile, responded. The rest is a story for another time, but undoubtedly…full of great mutual love. Poel, watching the scene, smiled proudly, a new victory, but this time very different from his cycling ones.

"Mission accomplished."

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#windbreaker webtoon #windbreaker #windbreaker x reader #oliver windbreaker #oliver windbreaker x reader #windbreaker x readerfem #Poel windbreaker

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fidgetspringer-art · 1 year ago

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Olath - Aberrant familiar

#art #illustration #artists on tumblr #digital art #digital drawing #dnd #dungeons and dragons #homebrew #my art #my ocs #Setting: Heim #Olath #I love this creature actually #This is Tethry's very fucked up familiar Olath (They/it)#They started their life as a familiar as a normal housecat #some lore fuckery later and they end up like this #I have a bunch of lore written for them but i'm not gonna dump it all here #They behave and function like any other familiar #they're just.... creepy #they don't speak or make facial expressions #they only use body language and the caster/familiar bond to communicate #they come up to about Tethry's hip at the shoulders so it's a big kitty #Tethry is also incredibly embarrased by them and hasn't ever summoned them where anyone else could see #Olath is very attached to him and will drape their whole body weight over him like an oversized lap dog any time they get the chance #I already know i'll be drawing this horrible creature more cause they're very fun to draw #also can you tell i played a worrying amount of the Endless Forest as a teenager?

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aggressionbread · 2 years ago

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You ever get that experience where you're just minding your own business and then someone asks what's wrong or something but nothing is wrong so you say nothing and then they double down and ask like 'no really' because you're apparently 'acting weird' even though you were just acting how you always do and you can't place what you were doing that was 'weird' so then you try extra hard to look normal but you don't know what was different about you in the first place so then you start acting *really weird* as a result and you just have to keep saying 'really it's nothing' as the other person just starts to believe that less and less?

#like was i making a weird face or something or was i moving weird? i don't know?#so then i try really hard to have a normal facial expression and move and speak as i normally do but then it makes it worse somehow?#because then I'm too aware of all my movements and it gets unnatural looking?

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astro-b-o-y-d · 2 years ago

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Thinking about a human Bill being confronted with a scenario that hits just a LITTLE too close to home. And for the TINIEST, blink-and-you'll-miss-it, second, his expression just drops and his actual feelings and reaction towards the scenario can be seen in his face—

—but then his features immediately snap back to either a neutral look or just the ominous smile he always likes to show off whenever someone's looking at him and he's feeling silly.

#Hayley Speaks #I love making him a human because unlike his triangle self; it's MUCH harder to mask with a full face #Sure an eyeball and eyebrow alone can be EXTREMELY expressive (thinking of you; Penthouse scene)#But it's so much easier to snap back to your sillygoofy persona when you've got fewer facial parts to worry about #ESPECIALLY when you don't have a visible mouth

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sugoroo · 6 months ago

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# PUT ME IN A MOVIE!

ʚɞ summary. in which the jjk men decide to send a snippet of your fun in the sheets to a friend, so you better be ready to put on a good show. . . ft. gojo, geto, toji, choso + nanami.

warnings. fem!reader, exhibitionism, filming of sex, oral (m receiving), facial, fingering, pussy slaps, penetration (p in v), doggystyle, spanking + brief choking in toji's, squirting, handjob, 18+ minors dni.

SATORU GOJO

"yeahhh, stay just like that for me, baby," satoru croons as he peers down at your patiently waiting form, raising the phone slightly to get the best possible angle of your position knelt between his legs. "suguru's gonna dig this."

"isn't he gonna be pissed at you for sending him something like this while he's on a mission abroad?" you inquire curiously, raising an eyebrow as your boyfriend quickly dismisses your question with a simple wave of his hand.

"nah, i'm sure he'll appreciate having some... material to keep him sated during that boring ass assignment." the white-haired menace grins unapologetically, reaching down with his free hand to push some loose strands of hair out of your eyes. "—not to mention, he's always going on about how pretty he finds you. he should be honoured i'm willing to let him see this, honestly."

"if you say so, toru," you hum sceptically with a small shrug, earning yourself a fond head pat from the aforementioned man as he returns his attention to the view from behind the screen. "and what do you want me to do, exactly?"

"just do what you usually would before sucking me off," satoru instructs, before pausing to scratch the underside of his chin thoughtfully. "but add a little more teasing just to make him squirm when he watches it, heh."

"that's so mean! poor sugu." you tease lightly, running your hands over his toned thighs through the material of his sweatpants. there's already a visible tent growing at the crotch; no doubt from the mere idea that his bestfriend is going to be witnessing this exact moment in a few hours, too.

"oh yeah, he's just sooo mistreated by getting a video of my hot girlfriend putting her mouth on my dick." he gasps theatrically, before erupting into a small fit of laughter at his own antics, causing you to roll your eyes in response.

"now now, don't go getting ahead of yourself." you tut chidingly, punishing him with a sharp flick to his pelvis through his trousers and causing him to yelps dramatically in pain — however, the sound quickly morphs into a soft moan when you soothe the sting by nuzzling your nose against it.

purposefully teasing him just as you were told, you drag your face from the side of his hip to the unmistakeable bulge pressing against the fabric of his pants, brushing your lips over it and gazing up at the camera lens of the phone through your lashes.

"mmm. look at her, suguru," satoru groans deeply, using two fingers to zoom in on your expression as you start gently mouthing at his clothed erection. "bet you wish she was doing this to you right now, huhh?"

but his plans to utter mocking comments to his friend throughout the duration of the video quickly unravel once you've gotten his lower half bare, the only sounds leaving his lips being broken whines and moans of pleasure as you work him over with your mouth and tongue.

"f-fuck, baby, that's—" he attempts to speak, bright eyes rolling back so far in his head he swears he sees the pearly white gates of heaven when you start fondling his neglected balls in time with the practised bobs of your head. "so goood."

"yeah?" you murmur once you slide your mouth off the end of his saliva-coated cock with a lewd pop!, blinking up at both him and the camera with a mischievous smile. "or maybe you're just feeling even more sensitive than usual because you know suguru's gonna be watching this later, hmm?"

"h-hey!" satoru whisper-shouts in embarrassment, pale cheeks visibly staining a deep shade of pink behind the phone as a little trickle of gooey pre-cum oozes from his angered tip as a result of your words. "don't say stuff like that, he'll never let me live it down."

"oh, come on," you chuckle in amusement, slowly lolling your tongue out to lick a long, teasing stripe across the underside of his veiny shaft. "like he isn't gonna be jerking one out to this exact part of the video imagining what you looked like behind the camera while i did this to you."

"shit— y-you really think he'll do that?" he breathes out shakily, cock twitching from both the visual image you've conjured up in his head and the feeling of your pleasureful ministrations against him.

"oh, i know he will," you purr in a low, sultry caress of a tone as you flick the tip of your tongue over his leaking slit just the way he likes it. "he'll probably even cum at the same time you do, just from hearing your sounds."

"oh god... baby, ngh!, i'm g-gonna—" and satoru can't even finish his sentence before he's throwing his head back in ecstasy, thick ropes of milky cum spurting from his cockhead and splattering across your features.

"hm, i think you might've been right after all," you muse as you collect some of his release from your cheek, delving it into your mouth and making direct eye contact with the camera while sucking it from the digit. "suguru is gonna dig this."

SUGURU GETO

"ah ah, c'mon, pretty, none of that," suguru scolds as you try to snap your legs closed again, prying them right back open with his free hand while the other brings the phone closer to your dripping cunt. "gotta make sure satoru gets a good view, don't we?"

you whine in embarrassment, bringing your own hands up to cover your heated face as your boyfriend uses two of his slender fingers to separate your puffy pussy lips, a low groan leaving his throat as he does so.

"such a cute little pussy, aren't you?" he croons, seemingly having no reservations about talking to it as he trails the pad of one of his fingers down your leaking slit. "yeahh, i know you are. and so does satoru now, too."

"s-sugu, stop it!" you squeak quietly, peering down at him between the cracks of your fingers with an involuntary pout. he only chuckles at your display of shyness, the edges of his violet eyes crinkling with amusement as he reaches up to gently tug your hands away from your face.

"and why should i, baby?" suguru hums smoothly, trapping both of your wrists in the grip of one of his large hands while he props the phone up against your thigh so he can continue playing with your cunt. "i know you secretly like it, otherwise she wouldn't be so soaked."

"t-that's not—!" you huff in protest, quickly trailing off when he abruptly punishes you for lying in the form of a sharp smack! against your tacky folds.

"what have i told you about telling me fibs, hmm?" he tuts, soothing the sting of the slap by rubbing the heel of his palm over your twitching skin. "you're making me look bad in front of satoru. and you don't want that, do you, sweet girl?"

"...no." you mutter meekly, feeling your body once again betray you by oozing more webby arousal onto his fingers at the mere thought that satoru is going to be watching this video later tonight.

suguru releases yet another rich laugh as he carefully scoops up some of your translucent juices with a finger, waving it around in front of the camera lens before sinking it into his mouth with a satisfied hmph. "i bet he's gonna wish he was here get a taste of you too. you know how much he loves sweet things."

"y-yeah?" you mumble breathlessly, hips weakly bucking up in search of some friction as his words sink straight down into the already coiling spool of pleasure buried in the depths of your stomach. "and would you let him?"

he taps the bottom of his chin in thought for a few moments, a cat-like smile spreading across his lips as he leans over you to whisper in your ear, hot breaths brushing against the hairs on the side of your neck. "only if he took it from my fingers... i wouldn't let him drink from the source — no, that's for me only."

a small mewl of pleasure escapes you at his words, and that's when his eyes flicker down to notice that you've sneakily managed to wriggle one of your wrists from his grip and ease one of your own fingers into your fluttering hole while he was speaking.

oh, you're in for it now.

suguru rips your hand away from your cunt, pinning both above your head this time before lowering his own between your writhing thighs and making direct eye contact with the camera from beneath his dark lashes. "now you're gonna see what happens when my girl misbehaves, satoru. hope you're strapped in for a bumpy ride."

TOJI FUSHIGURO

"c'mon, mama, i know y'can do a better arch for me than that," toji huffs impatiently as he delivers a sharp slap to your raised ass, making your entire body jolt with a mix of surprise and arousal. "don't ya wanna impress shiu, hmm?"

his words fly straight past your brain, shooting directly down to your stuffed cunt as you bend the front of your body even further down into the mattress, pushing your rear back against him with renewed vigour.

"ohhh, look at that," your boyfriend chortles amusedly, soothing the red handprint where he'd slapped with a gentle pat as a form of reward for your obedience. "looks like my girl is gettin' off on putting on a good ol' show for for my handler, huh? cute."

"shut up, toji," you mutter in response, voice slightly muffled by the material of the pillow as he continues to pound into you in full view of the phone propped up on the bedside table. "like you're not enjoying this too."

"heh. never said i wasn't, baby," he grunts from behind you, rough hands spreading the globes of your ass apart further to give the camera a better picture of the way his thick girth disappears inside of you with each thrust. "i like the idea of showin' him somethin' he can never have."

"you— mmph! — you wouldn't consider letting him join in?" you squeak out through the haze of pleasure he's put you in, hips halting their wriggles backwards as you unsurprisingly fail to keep up with his vicious pace.

"nah," toji hums casually, the only sign of him tiring out being the small tremor in his voice when he feels your spongy walls tighten around him in response to him hitting a particularly deep spot. "wouldn't be opposed to havin' him sit and watch us, though."

he can tell how much you support the idea by the way a gush of arousal drips out of you as soon as the words leave his mouth, dripping down his cock and splattering lewdly against his heavy balls.

"ohh, you like that, dont'cha?" he rumbles, reaching a large hand around to wrap around the front of your throat, giving it a light squeeze. "like thinkin' about shiu sat right next to the bed and jerkin' one out to the sight of me fuckin' you good, huhh?"

a wanton moan spills from your lips at this, pussy almost cutting off the blood circulation in his cock with how tightly it squeezes him when you cum. his darkened eyes flicker down, groaning when he sees the way your translucent juices spray the sheets beneath the two of you.

"hot damn, baby," toji growls, swiping up the phone from the bedside table and bringing it closer to film the mess you've caused where your bodies are connected. "ya see this shit, shiu? think we might have'ta organize a little cucking session some time soon, don't you?"

CHOSO KAMO

"s-so who are you planning on showing this to again?" choso utters sheepishly from his position splayed out across the bed, cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink and twitching cock standing to attention between his legs as you aim the phone in his direction.

"just yuki," you hum casually, peering over the top of the device and giving him a small, reassuring smile. "are you sure you're okay with this? because we can always stop if—"

"—no! i-i mean, no thank you," he squeaks hurriedly, shy chestnut eyes darting to the side in embarrassment as he registers just how eager he sounded. "i'm fine."

you release a soft laugh at his shyness, reaching down to cup one of his rosy cheeks in your free hand give it a teasing squeeze. "aww, is thinking about yuki seeing you like this making you all flustered, baby?"

choso lets out a quiet whine at how easily you read him, bare body squirming slightly against the mattress in response to your words. "i-it's just... sometimes she can be so mean. what if she makes fun of me for this?"

"oh, she won't," you purr seductively, trailing your fingers down from his cheek to his plump pectorals that rise and fall with each heavy breath he takes. "she'll be too busy... taking care of herself after watching this video."

his mouth falls open into a comical little 'o' shape at the mental image your implication alights in his mind, the flushed tip of his cock spurting out a trail of translucent pre-cum as a result. "she'll really be doing that because o-of me?"

"of course, pretty boy," you hum amusedly, giving one of his pebbled nipples a soft tweak with your thumb and forefinger and relishing in the little yelp the action earns you. "you have no idea how delicious you look right now, do you?"

choso shakes his head meekly, back arching off the bed as he needily pushes his chiselled torso into your touch. "n-no. but... can you tell me? how d-delicious i look?"

"mhmm," you coo softly, propping the phone up against one of his thick thighs so both of your hands are free to play with his quivering cock. "you look good enough to eat, cho. such an obedient boy, all laid out for me like this."

your boyfriend whimpers pathetically at your praise, messy tresses of dark hair sticking to his forehead with sweat when you finally wrap a hand around his girthy base. "k-keep talking to me, pretty girl. please?"

"...and it's not just me who thinks you're perfect, either," you continue as you begin to stroke him languidly, other hand snaking down to gently fondle his heavy balls and making his legs tremble either side of you in response. "bet yuki's gonna be soaked just from watching this video."

"s-shit—! can't... gonna cum already," choso cries out, hips frantically bucking up into your fist like a teenager receiving his first handjob before his cock twitches violently beneath your hold, thick stripes of cum oozing from his reddened tip.

you quickly stop the recording so you can pull his shaky body into your arms, comforting him through the aftershocks of his intense orgasm as he buries his head into your clothed chest with a content mewl.

"...m-maybe we should do that more often." comes choso's soft, barely audible mumble as he peers up at you from between his messy bangs once a few minutes of comfortable silence have passed.

and oh, if that's how worked up a simple bit of filming is going to get him each time? you definitely agree.

KENTO NANAMI

"hopefully this video helps hiromi relax a little bit," nanami muses as he sets up the phone against the pillow next to your head, angling it so the lens of the camera has the perfect view of your sprawled out form waiting for him. "he's been ever so stressed lately."

"you're so considerate, ken," you hum affectionately as he settles himself between your legs, reaching up to caress his cheek with the pad of your thumb. "doing all of this for your friend."

"mmm," he hums warmly, leaning his angular face into your touch slightly as he places his large hands either side of your body. "and you're the perfect wife, agreeing to let me film such an intimate moment. i love you so much, honey, you know that?"

"i know," you respond with a gentle smile, eyes flickering down to watch as he aligns his leaky cock with your awaiting cunt. "i love you too, kento. always."

he returns your smile with a loving one of his own before slowly, with the utmost care, beginning to ease himself inside of you. he relishes in the way your arms fly to the back of his neck for support and your legs wind around his waist as each inch makes its way home — but most of all, the way the camera catches every moment as it happens.

the thought of hiromi watching this later and growing hard in his work slacks, paired with the heavenly feeling of bottoming out within the familiar coziness of your spongy walls, has nanami groaning in pleasure.

"you feel utterly divine, love," he whispers tenderly against the shell of your ear, quiet enough so the phone won't pick it up but loud enough that the words will send a shiver rippling down your spine. "taking me so well."

as the two of you move together in a well-practised dance of passion, nanami makes sure to cast his eyes towards the phone every now and again, picturing hiromi's dark eyes dilating with pleasure when he inevitably watches this video later tonight.

"close, sweetheart—" he rasps a few moments later, a few strands of blonde hair hanging over his glistening forehead as he returns his focus to you lying beneath him, holding himself up with one hand while the other reaches up to cup one of your breasts in his palm. "inside?"

"m-mhmm." is all you can manage to get out through your haze of pleasure, ankles digging into the muscles of his back to pull him in impossibly deeper as he twitches with need inside of you.

and when his heavy balls contract against your ass, thick cum spilling straight into your womb where his cockhead is buried, nanami can't help but wonder what hiromi will think when he sees his expression of bliss as he orgasms, head thrown back and jaw slack in ecstasy.

oh dear — he's starting to realize that just sending this video won't be enough... maybe he should invite hiromi into your bedroom next time so he can more efficiently help to remove the other man's stress.

LIKES AND REBLOGS APPRECIATED!

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melodies-and-memories · 2 years ago

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mhhh

#autistic #i want to get a necklace of the rainbow infinity symbol to like... idk signal to people... particularly customers that im autistic #but 1. I'm afraid my parents will think is an Evil Gay Thing #2. afraid of explaining things to my parents at all #3. it's not a well known symbol here so people will still not really know #but i don't want to get the stupid puzzle piece #even though it's more recognisable #grrrr #i got called out for 'behaving inappropriately' by speaking loudly and slowly to a hard of hearing customer #i have a hard time with facial expressions so this lady was laying into me about how badly i was acting #i was trying make sure the man got his food as well as make sure i could serve everyone #i was on the line alone #there were so many things i wanted to say to her #she gave me a “how would you feel if someone talked to your grandfather like that?” so i replied “mine are dead”#which is true #I'm tired of customers #but i need money

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gf2bellamy · 4 months ago

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ramble — spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader ( no use of y/n ) summary: spencer reid is rambling but you don't mind content warnings: ppl being bored of spencer's ramble

The bullpen was alive with the usual hum of chatter that masked the team's half-hearted attempts at paperwork. While case files sat open on their desks, the atmosphere was anything but productive.

Derek leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed behind his head as he finished a story about a failed flirtation. “And she didn’t even recognize me,” he groaned, slumping forward dramatically. “I mean, come on. I was unforgettable.”

Penelope didn’t miss a beat, rolling her eyes and waving a hand in mock exasperation. “Oh, poor Derek. How ever will your ego survive such a tragedy?”

You laughed at their exchange, shaking your head at Derek’s overly dramatic retelling. Across the bullpen, Spencer sat at his desk, directly in front of yours. He glanced up from his file, his fingers tapping absentmindedly on the desk.

“Did you know,” Spencer began, his voice cutting through the banter, “that statistically speaking, people are more likely to remember faces than names? It’s due to the fusiform face area in the brain, which is specifically attuned to facial recognition. The process of encoding a face involves—”

As Spencer launched into his explanation, you turned your full attention to him, your curiosity piqued. You watched the way his hands moved as he spoke, punctuating his words with small, precise gestures.

Before you could ask him to elaborate, Derek cut in with a grin. “Thanks for the fun fact, pretty boy, but I think I zoned out halfway through that one.”

Garcia, always quick to follow suit, added with a teasing smile, “Spence, we love you, but you’ve gotta learn to cut your TED Talks into soundbites.”

The teasing was lighthearted, but Spencer’s shoulders slumped slightly as he glanced back down at his papers. He muttered a soft “sorry” before awkwardly adjusting his pen.

You glanced between Derek and Garcia, who had already resumed their playful bickering, and felt a pang of frustration.

“Spence,” you said gently, calling his attention.

He lifted his head, his hazel eyes meeting yours with a hesitant curiosity. “Yeah?”

You gave him a warm smile, leaning forward slightly. “I was actually going to ask you something about what you just said. How does the brain distinguish between similar faces? Like, how does it know to pick out subtle differences?”

His expression lit up, the hesitation melting away as he straightened in his seat. “Oh! That’s a great question. It has to do with the way our brains process fine details, like the spacing between eyes or the curve of someone’s lips and—”

As Spencer explained, his voice grew more confident, and the enthusiasm in his tone was infectious. You nodded along, genuinely fascinated, occasionally asking follow-up questions to keep him going.

Derek, noticing the exchange, leaned over to Garcia with a raised brow. “Looks like someone actually appreciates the genius over there.”

Garcia smirked, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “About time someone did.”

Unaware of their comments, Spencer finished his explanation, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips. “Does that make sense?” he asked, his gaze searching yours.

“Completely,” you replied with a grin. “Thanks for explaining.”

For a moment, Spencer just looked at you, his face softening. “You’re welcome,” he said, his voice quieter now but filled with a kind of gratitude that was hard to miss.

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kilojulietsierra · 1 month ago

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So, now what? (Dr Abbot x Reader)

Just a little idea I had after watching the finale last night. (SPOILERS)

Takes place in the scene where the crew is having beers in the park. A little bit of Abbot x female!reader, a hint of Javadi x Mateo if you squint. Literally just a little blurb I had in my head before bed and thought i'd share.

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They all sat there, in a reflective, exhausted silence for a moment. VIctoria is the one that breaks it, "So, now what?"

There's a hesitant moment of silence, and then… laughter. They all laugh. Some a little more hysterical than others. Robby laughs the loudest, the day hitting him all at once, "Now, you go home. Go home and do… whatever it is you need to do to sleep tonight." He leans forward and rubs both hands over his face and chuckles again.

Mateo grins and gives Victoria a little look, not so subtly, "Comfy sweats and something funny on TV."

Beside him Donnie scoffs, "Hot shower, Mom's leftover lasagna and melatonin. I don't care if I fall asleep with my face in the plate."

The group laughs again. Then, soft ,almost like she's talking to herself Princess sighs, "Think I'm gonna put on some Forensic Files, have a glass a wine, and troll Tinder until I fall asleep on the couch."

"What about you boss man?" Abbot elbows Robby and takes another drink of beer.

"Me? Oh I'm just gonna go home, and go to bed. Try not to wake up until Monday." He sets his beer down so he can do exactly that.

Samira speaks up, "What about you Dr. Abbot?"

Jack takes a deep breath and nods, "I am going to go home, take a hot shower, heat up the dinner I was supposed to eat," He glances at his watch, "Four hours ago. Then I am going to make love to my wife until I pass out, and if I wake up sometime before seven am, I'll come back, check on my night shift gremlins, see if they need any more help."

While Samira and VIctoria are busy blushing and avoiding eye contact entirely, Jack and Robby cheers with what's left of their beer.

A black truck pulls up on the street between the hospital and the park. "Speak of the devil." Robby chuckles as he picks up his bag.

Abbot looks over his shoulder and smirks, "I'm gonna tell her you said that."

"Go right ahead, we've called each other worse." Robby smiles and stands up as the truck door slams behind them.

A pretty, young woman walks around the back of the truck in a pair of yoga pants and a hoodie, twirling a simple black cane in one hand like a baton. "So, my mama was right, only hoodlums hang out in the park after dark."

"Watch it." Donnie snarked back at her as she approached. Jack just smiled and finished cleaning the blood off his shoe.

Mateo waved, "Hey Mrs. A."

She met Robby half way and he wrapped her up in a big hug, "Hey trouble."

"Look who's talking." He teased her as he gave her an extra squeeze. "Make sure he takes it easy tonight."

"You know I'll try." Her voice was soft and maybe a little tired. Like she'd been patiently, anxiously, waiting to hear something, anything, while she had been stuck at home. "Take care of yourself." She rubbed his back as they pulled apart. As Robby walked away she walked over to the bench and squeezed onto the end next to Princess. "Everybody okay?"

For the most part everyone just nods, Princess leans her head on her shoulder and closes her eyes. Jacks wife just smiles and leans her own head against Princess's. "Anyone need a ride home?"

All around the group pretty much shakes their head, "I think we're goin' to hang out here for awhile Mrs. A." Matteo gives her a smile.

"Ok." She returns the smile like she gets it. She does. "How about you Doc?" She shifts her gaze to her husband in the bench across from hers.

He doesn't flinch under her gaze, he knows she's triaging him as they sit. She's looking at his posture, his eyes, his facial expression, he's already taken the prosthesis off and he knows that tells her a lot, "Waitin' on you." Jack gives her a grin and a wink.

WIth a nod she gives Princess a hug, it's awakard at their angle but they both smile. When she stands up she flips the cane end over end like she's done it a thousand times and holds the grip out towards him, "You want this or you gonna put that back on?"

Jack just groans, "Just help me up." He held his right hand out and she took it. They locked their hands around eachother's forearm and she set her feet to take his weight as she helped him up. He took his cane and leaned on it, not so sneakily watching her ass as she bent over to grab his backpack and hand it to him. "C'mere." He used her grip on the bag to tug her to him for a quck kiss and a little tap on the ass. Like he didn't think twice about the PDA in front of his coworkers he turned around. "You kids stay out of trouble. Go home and get some sleep." He gave each of the others a look, an easy smile as he shouldered his bag. "You did good today."

Beside him his wife grabbed his prosthesis off the bench where he'd stood it and gave everyone a wave, "Night guys." Then walked with Jack to his truck where she stood by as he opened the passenger door and climbed inside.

The others watched as she walked around the front of the truck, Jacks truck, and climbed into the drivers seat.

Samira watched as the truck started up and drove away, "That's Dr. Abbots wife?"

Donnie and Mateo both nodded. Princess spoke up, "She was his physical therapist at Walter Reid. Very young. Very sexy. Very scandalous." She chuckled at the other girls expressions and took a sip of her beer. "Don't worry, one of these days it'll be our turn."

Victoria might not have seen the slight blush on Mateo's cheeks, but it was there. Princess and Donnie shared a knowing looke, tapped their beer cans together in a cheers and sat in the dark, listening to the chatter and the sound of sirens running code 3 in the distance.

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harrysfolklore · 6 months ago

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harry and yn styles read thirst tweets

omg she posted a harry fic! honestly i've been missing him sooo much lately, harry please come home. anyway hope you like this

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"Hey It's YN Styles."

"And I'm Harry Styles."

"And we're here to read your thirst tweets," you introduced, "I feel excited."

"I feel uncomfortable," Harry joked, making you throw your head back in laughter.

"Really? Already?"

"I'm just saying, if i I don't turn beat read by the end of this, we have failed."

THIRST TWEETS WITH HARRY AND YN STYLES

"What about I read the ones that are directed at you and you read the ones directed at me?" Harry asked, phone with the tweets ready in hand.

"Sounds perfect, babe."

"Okay, let's read thirst tweets strangers post about my wife," his eyes widened and he shook his head, "Thinking about YN's boobs again," he read, turning his gaze to you and shrugging "I relate, I guess."

"That's the whole tweet? Thinking about my boobs again?" he nodded, "I mean, I hope that doesn't distract you from your daily chores," you said to the camera as if you were talking to the person who posted the tweet.

"Yeah, that happens to me often."

"Thanks honey, I guess," you turned to look at the phone to read Harry's tweet, "Harry Styles can I kiss your cheek please it looks so soft and smoochable," you looked up with a frown in your brow, "So all of my tweets are going to be horny and his are going to be adorable."

Harry and the crew laughed as you shook your head, "I mean, love, my cheek is actually soft and smoochable," Harry said as he shrugged.

"Not right now tho, you need to shave," you said, running your finger through his cheek.

"My own wife doesn't like my facial hair, that's such a shame," he looked at his phone again, "YN, sexy and married to Harry Styles, she's literally winning and all I can do is watch and wish that was me. Whoa, thoughts baby?"

"I mean, I am really lucky," Harry smiled fondly, "Do your daily affirmations, friends, that's how I got this one," the crew laughed at this, "I would pay Harry Styles to punch me in the face," you read the next tweets and his eyes widened.

"Why do people say that? I would never punch anyone in the face, why would I do that?"

"It's an expression babe, it means that they think you're hot," you explained.

"Well, there are non violent ways to say that," he said, "Listen I am bisexual for a reason and that reason is strictly to be used in a threesome by YN and Harry Styles," he read and you instantly covered your face in embarrassment, "I mean, whoa, the things you kids post on the internet."

"I don't know what to say, honestly," you shook your head, looking down at your phone to cover your embarrassment, "Thinking about Harry Styles naked butt again," you read the tweet and Harry laughed, "How does that make you feel? That people can think about your naked butt thanks to My Policeman."

"I have a nice but, I'd like to think," he shrugged, "YN is a living, breathing wet dream," he read on his phone, "I mean, I concur, I have a song about it, It's called Watermelon Sugar."

"Oh thanks honey, glad to know romance isn't dead, and speaking about Watermelon Sugar," you glanced at your phone, "This one says, I want Harry Styles belly deep inside me or whatever he says in that watermelon song."

"Jesus Christ," Harry immediately said, "Not quite what that song says, but close I guess," he looked at another tweet, "I would let YN choke me with her thighs."

"That's nice considering most people want you to choke them with your thighs."

"How do you even know that?" Harry asked as he furrowed his brow.

"I lurk on twitter sometimes," you shrugged, "Are Harry and YN looking for a third right now? Cause I get horny by just looking at them."

"Our marriage is fine like this, but if we ever need a third we'll let you know," Harry spoke to the camera, "Okay last one, are yo ready?"

"Definitely not."

"I need YN to rail me more than I need air to breathe."

"Wow," you clasped your hands together, "I don't know if I should be flattered or worried."

"Flattered, love, we all want you to rail us."

"Harry! Control it!" you laughed and he shrugged, "Are we done?"

"We are," Harry turned to the camera, "Thank you buzzfeed and you thirsty fuckers, that was fun but we're never doing it again."

"Definitely, bye!"

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northopalshore · 2 months ago

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Ascendant persona chart

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The ascendant persona chart is the extension of your ascendant & normally what people think of you i.e how your natal placements translate to a other perspective. Check out my introduction to it here!

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🗝️ Jupiter in the 1st house ; is always an indicator of people thinking that you're beautiful & attractive. Though in retrograde, you might only start getting compliments when you start to do big changes to your looks i.e losing weight or grooming yourself better.

🗝️ Jupiter in the 11th house ; people think that you are very popular & have a lot of friends especially. It's like you know almost everybody. It makes you seem like a very extroverted person that enjoys a lot of company. In retrograde though, there are times that you prefer to retract from people as well (or you may just have a lot of people that recognize you even if you don't recognize them!).

🗝️ Venus in the 1st house ; everybody loves your makeup & you tend to be very talented when it comes to makeup skills too. Everyone I know with this placement has dreamt of being a beauty guru at some point.

Ex: Lisa also has this placement! She's an avid lover (and collector) of make-up and out of all the girls, she rocks bolder, and more eye catching looks.

🗝️ Chiron in the 3rd house ; people may often criticize your voice or how you speak. Or you may be quite insecure with how your voice sounds. Also for some reason, the people I've met with this placement have a "squeaky ", nasally voice. I'm not sure if that's a common trait though.

🗝️ Stellium in the 3rd house ; you are a serial yapper lmaoo. Your mind is always travelling somewhere and you always find some strange topic to talk about. You have many interests and people often see you as the person that will overshare or go on & on about something you just randomly thought of an hour ago!

🗝️ Stellium in the 11th house ; you gain a lot of attention easily & people, and strangers alike will find you the most approachable or friendly compared to your peers. Also you very easily gain fame or popularity especially if the Stellium consists of Sun, Neptune, Venus, Jupiter & Uranus!

🗝️ An Aquarius Stellium ; can indicate you are on your own a lot (in whatever context i.e career, personal). Usually means you fare better on your own as well.

Ex: Camila Cabello has an aquarius Stellium in the 5th house. Going solo pushed her to be more successful (despite the popularity of Fifth Harmony), leaving seems to have been better for her individual success and self image despite it making her seem rather selfish.

🗝️ Mars in Taurus or in the 2nd house; you are quite lazy lol. People may see you doze off often or get distracted by something and stop doing whatever you were doing before.

🗝️ Pluto in the 1st house ; other than having extremely attractive traits like a heavy bust & a bread factory in the back, you also are likely to undergo a pretty big transformation in your appearance at some point.

🗝️ Starr (4150) in the 1st house you have great facial expressions and have a movie star appeal, even if you aren't famous people with this placement tends to get more attention from strangers or those around them due to their striking features. You have that "could be famous" look & people easily remember your face.

🗝️ Sun conjunct Uranus; you have a very special quality that shocks people around you. Especially so if the sign is in Scorpio or Aquarius & their degrees or the °22nd degree in particular. Where you are, you tend to shake up the status quo and do your own thing.

🗝️ Sun conjunct Neptune ; you are just the sweetest most genuine person alive and people usually like you for that exact quality. You are incredibly artistic no matter what career you specify in. Though, you also tend to mirror the people around you! Most of the time, your environment is the deciding factor of who you are.

🗝️ Stellium in the 2nd house or Taurus; your voice plays an important role in your life, and people often notice (think of or associate you with) your voice the most. For that reason people with this placement tend to be good singers or even writers (have a good voice).

🗝️ Stellium in the 10th house; people always associate you with being powerful and influential. You have a strong, bossy energy that can either make or break your reputation. For the most part, this does wonders for your self expression & individuality.

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🗝️ Neptune in the 1st house; you have a hypnotizing look that often makes people fall for you or notice you quite quickly. It adds to your versatility in terms of style & expressions. Though, people tend to also fixate you with a certain image and make a run for it 100 kilometers away! (Meaning they do not see you for who you are). Also, they get quite attached to you as well.

🗝️ Leo 5th house; is the least celibate of the 5th houses; meaning natives with this placement enjoy having a good time & is more open to playfulness & fooling around with their lovers.

🗝️ Taurus 5th house; prefers traditional courting & an adherence to a stable relationship over mindless dating. They are very romantic & tend to stick to one lover for quite a long time.

🗝️ Virgo 5th houses ; are very picky with their partners. It's very hard to see them with flings or even in the dating scene at all. Though you may seem "unromantic" that doesn't have to be the case in reality as this is often how others see your natal placements at work. You are just extremely picky & hard to get lol.

🗝️ Pisces 5th houses ; are the most romantic dreamers. Usually seen daydreaming or fantasizing about a lover or just the idea of a perfect love in general. People also tend to find you quite desirable to date.

Ex: Brigitte Bardot & Jungkook have Pisces in the 5th. Both of them are considered desirable to date by their fan base (people think they are personally flirtatious & very romantic).

🗝️ Jupiter conjunct Sun; you have a big, friendly personality that leaves an impact wherever you go. People find you very likeable regardless of which sign or house it's in.

🗝️ Saturn in the 3rd house; you have difficulty expressing your ideas immediately & most times require access time to think things through. In retrograde, you may have times where you are struck with the complete opposite; fast thinking & excellent spontaneous speaking other times you'll feel like you're under a vocal /idea blockage. You could be seen as an inconsistent genius to other people.

🗝️ Great Attractor in the 1st house; people find you very interesting, it's like there's this invisible magnetic pull that they feel towards you. You are easily likeable too due to your entertaining personality.

Ex: Markiplier has Great Attractor in Sagittarius °1 Aries in the 1st house. Any of his viewers can tell you that his strong relaxed but comedic personality just has a way to drive you in or keep your interest even if he's doing the most mundane things.

🗝️ Mars in Aries; people see you as someone very passionate and may have a slight temper to you. You may also have a rather childish or head on approach to anything that you go through. You put all of you on the line when doing something, meaning if you believe in something you're all in on it.

🗝️ Moon in the 5th house; you get very attached to your lovers. People may see how you fold easily around them or that you get quite clingy & sensitive when it comes to romance.

🗝️ Mars in the 5th house; you give everything when in love. You may be quite horny (or be seen as horny lolol) especially if Mars is in any of the fire signs. Your attitude towards love & romance is also hot and steamy and are very protective over your lovers.

🗝️ Chiron in the 6th house; people may see you as.. rather incompetent or unsuitable for your job (or any job for that matter). People judge you quite often for what you do & decide to work on. A lot of harsh critics tell you you don't belong.

Ex: Sid Viscous & Namjoon both have these placements. Sid was seen as incompetent since he couldn't even play any instruments yet was in a band. While Namjoon was harshly judged for his early work (songs he wrote & even his image in BTS due him not fitting the "standard").

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teliphone · 8 months ago

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Tickles, Doesn't it?

Summary: You get partnered with Rio Vidal to work on the newest case. You can't understand her and it feels like she doesn't like you. In a short amount of time, you feel like you've impressed her and she finds you interesting to mess with.

Warning(s): Smut, Death (not you), Blood, Overstimulation, Fingering, Oral, Sub!FemReader

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Rio Vidal slowly walks over with one hand in her black pants. Her other hand holds onto the new case files. She stops in front of your desk and drops the heavy file before you. You flinch back a little before looking up. Her face is stern as she crosses her arms across her chest. This move causes her chest to peek out from her slightly unbuttoned white dress shirt. She raises her eyebrows.

“These are the new documents on the case the chief assigned you. This will be the first time you’re partners with me. Don't screw things up for me, alright?” She warns. You bite your tongue from speaking back. You never understood why she has always been so cold to you. You were no longer a rookie in the department nor did you slack at your job.

Your eyes lower from her face to the file. Your fingers touch the edges of the papers. Before you could flip the page, you see a shadow cast over the paper. You tilt your head up to see her body towering above you. Her hands firmly grab the edge of the desk. She leans her head down to stare deep into your eyes. You nervously gulp from the closeness. You can see her black bra peeking above her open shirt.

“You’re not going to respond to me?” She asks slowly. Your breathing halts a little. You nervously glance around her face, taking this opportunity to take in her features. Her eyes are brown with a slight hint of dark eye circles underneath. Her eyeliner and mascara are on the darker side. Her lip color is red matte. She is irritatingly attractive. You didn’t know you could be attracted to an older woman til you set eyes on her.

“About what?” You question. Her tongue sticks out against the inside skin of her mouth in frustration. She narrows her eyes at you one last time before pushing herself off the table. She tugs her black suit to straighten herself.

“I’ll be in my office if you have any questions,” She moves on. She doesn’t wait for you to respond and starts walking away. You watch her slightly swing her hips with each step. You let out a soft groan once she’s out of view. You stare back down at the stacks of papers. It is going to take a while to catch up on this case.

There is a meeting with some officers at the station. You were fortunate to be sitting alongside the other top detectives and chiefs… which includes Rio Vidal. You nervously bit your bottom lip as you stare at her. She sits across the table with an emotionless expression. She slumps back into the seat. Her fingertips playfully drum against the seat handle. Her eyes examine the area til she lands on you. You snap your head away and self cautiously straighten your back. You sneak a peek at her again to confirm she’s still staring at you. The corner of her lips curve into a smile and you feel your heart hammer against your chest. You could not understand what her facial expression meant. The meeting continues as usual, except for the fact you keep making eye contact with her. You force yourself to stop looking over and glued your attention to the chief. Rio Vidal notices your behavior change and brings the back of her hand to cover her lips. She sucks in a deep breath and gently releases. Once the meeting ends you quickly dart towards the door. You rush to your seat to avoid any conversations. You pick up a highlighter and start circling important details on your case paper. A shadow casts over the papers again and you grip the highlighter.

“What do you want?” You sigh as you look up at the culprit. Rio Vidal smiles widely as she dares to lean closer to your face. Her scent becomes stronger.

“Put on your jacket,” She orders. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Wait why…” You drift off as she starts to walk away. You sigh in frustration but don’t waste time to follow orders. You toss the highlighter aimlessly on your desk and get up from your seat. You swing your trench coat on and stumble on your footing to catch up with her. She walks out of the police station and stares at the sunset. She can feel the cold wind creeping against her exposed skin. She hears your footsteps behind her and starts walking to her car.

“Where are we going?” You call out.

“Crime scene,” She blankly states. You widen your eyes in realization. This will be the first search with her. You open the passenger side and quietly sit. You watch her turn on the engine and shift the gear to reverse. Suddenly she places a hand behind the head of your seat and you stiffen. She turns her body to look behind her car as she reverses. You awkwardly stare at the window to limit yourself from gawking at her. She sneaks a glimpse at your figure and watches how your throat lumps with each shallow. She returns her hands to the stirring wheel.

The whole car ride was silent. There was not much to talk about. Rio Vidal keeps to herself and you have a suspicion that she dislikes you. As you stare at the window you notice the sky getting dark. A few minutes later you see raindrops roll down on the window. You clench the jacket closer to your body. In your head, you thank her for telling you to wear a jacket. About twenty minutes later you see her pull up to a street. She gets out of the car without a word and you follow behind.

The flashing lights of red and blue reflect off the wet cement walls beside you as you walk closer to the crime scene. You glance to your right and see other police officers blocking curious pedestrians from entering to take a peek. Returning your face to the front, you note how dark and cold the atmosphere is. You let out a small smile.

“Of course… How classic it is for someone to kill someone in this type of weather,” You whisper to yourself. Rio Vidal quickly glances at you with an unreadable look before she walks away. You step under the crime scene tape while holding onto your long jacket. Once away from the larger public view, you can see the scene more clearly. You walk closer til in front of you lay a woman so perfectly in the middle. Almost as if someone placed her there to get attention.

Her body is stiff and gray. Her clothes were dirty, but still fully on her. You lean down to stare at her face. Her black hair is neatly brushed and her bangs are tucked behind her ears. You stare at her face and notice a shade of red lipstick on her. Following her features up, you fix your eyes on the dried run-down mascara on her cheeks. With closer inspection, you could tell someone tried cleaning the mascara off. Her dull yet shocked eyes stare behind you.

Suddenly a wave of chills runs down your body. You are used to looking at dead bodies due to the number of crime scenes you have investigated, but this one feels different… it’s almost as if someone prepared this like a presentation. You feel a pressure on your hip which causes you to jerk in fright. Rio Vidal has just returned from receiving information from other officers. She has a sick smile on her face, proud that she has successfully frightened you. She returns her slender fingers to her side. She tilts her head to glance at the dead body next to you. You hear her let out a soft hum. You bite your bottom lip, deep in thought. Something about how the dead body is laid out does not feel right.

“What is it?” She asks. You jerk your face up to see her staring at you. You tilt your head to the side to look at the ground. You feel a gush of wind blow.

“Doesn’t this case feel a little different to you?” You ask. She turns her body slightly so that her attention can be fully on you. She stares at you with an unexplainable look. You nervously rub your fingers. You have never told her this before, but you look up to her. You feel like you need to impress her. You hope this paranoid mind of yours doesn’t throw her off.

“How so?” She asks. You nick your nail against your skin. You suck in a deep breath. You can feel her waiting for you to explain yourself. You gather your thoughts to make sure you don’t sound too insane.

“When I looked at the body I couldn’t help but notice that… someone presented her beautifully,” You nervously explain. You gulp at yourself for saying the word beautiful. Why did you credit the murder? You glance up to see her face is emotionless. She probably thinks you’re insane for saying that.

“W-what I mean is that I noticed her hair was neatly brushed. She also had red lipstick on her. It wasn’t smeared or anything as if the murderer placed it on her after she died. They wanted her to look presentable and that is what I don’t understand,” You finish your thoughts. You blush in embarrassment. You didn’t mean to ramble. You hear her softly giggle and you snap your neck at her. Her brown eyes have a tint of glee.

“I’m glad you noticed,” She whispers. You blink in confusion.

“What?” You blurt. She leans back and lets out a throaty chuckle.

“I noticed it too,” She explains. Your shoulders drop in a sigh. You think you have scored a point on her non-existent board. She gives you a gentle pat on the shoulders. The first time she has ever touched you. She keeps her hand lingering on your shoulder for a little bit before sliding her hand away.

“Good job analyzing. Keep taking notes. I’ll discuss a few more questions with the police and we’ll discuss them later,” She explains before walking off. You let out a shaky breath. Joy boosts in your veins from receiving a compliment from her. Not wanting to waste more time, you pull out your small notepad and start jotting down notes as ordered.

“Where do you live? We can discuss it there,” Rio Vidal suggests as she starts the engine. She takes out her phone and presses onto the GPS app. You silently type in your address without questioning. She smiles in satisfaction and shifts the gear to drive. You play with your fingers to entertain yourself in the silence. The car ride to your house was faster than you expected. She shuts the engine off and waits for you to make the first move. You unbuckle your seat belt and open the car door to get out. She copies and stares at your house for a moment. Her head tilts a little as she analyzes each detail. You find her staring at your window a little longer.

“Nice place,” She compliments as she walks towards you. You take out your keys to unlock the front door. You can feel her presence close behind you and you feel goosebumps suddenly rise on your arms. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You lift your arm to your eyes to examine the hairs sticking up.

“...Are we just going to stand out here?” She speaks up with a dry chuckle. You jerk your arm down with an embarrassing blush appearing on your cheeks. You push the front door open and flick on the light switch. You place your jacket on the coat racket and hurry to clean the living room area. You weren’t expecting guests. She silently watches you gather all the paperwork from multiple cases into a neat pile. You grab the empty water bottles lying around to toss them in the trash. You have been working hard and overtime which results in a lack of self-care. You brush your hair away from your forehead and let out a deep breath.

“Sorry, I wasn’t expecting company,” You shyly apologize. She smiles and slowly nods her head to express that she doesn’t mind. Her curious eyes glance around your house as if she is mentally taking note of everything. She walks over to your single-person couch and plops herself on it. She lets out a throaty sigh and relaxes her body.

“Want a drink?” You offer. She peers at you beneath her long lashes. She ponders a little, narrowing her eyes in thought. She tilts her head slightly with a small smile.

“You have beer?” She asks. You walk over to your fridge and pull out two bottles of beer. You hand her one which she happily accepted. You take a seat on your other couch, opposite side of her. Her eyes never leave you as she takes a big swing of the liquid. Her jaw clenches as she shallows. She leans back onto the seat and crosses her legs. You take a small sip and gently place it back onto the table. You pull the notebook out from your pocket. You flip through the pages til you find the most recent one.

“I found a few more interesting things on the victims' skin-”

“I didn’t come here just to talk about the case,” She cuts you off. Your tongue stops moving as if she had cut it off. You tilt your head in confusion. You want to ask her what else is she here for, but no words come out. She notices your inner struggle and waves the beer bottle. She feels slightly bad.

“But yes, what were you saying?” She averts the topic back on track. She takes another gulp of the beer. You watch a single drop slip from her lips and roll down her throat. You silently dry shallow. She takes the back of her hand to wipe it. She continues to listen to your new findings without disrupting you. You mention how you notice a slight green color around the victim's wrist. By the time you were done speaking, she had finished half the bottle. You place the notebook down and wait for her to speak. She leans forward and rests her elbows on her knee. Her face is stern with deeper meaning.

“Can I ask you something?” She challenges.

“Yeah,” You answer almost like a whisper.

“Do you ever feel like you’re being watched?” She tests. You immediately feel a chill run down your spine. You blink nervously, darting your eyes to the window. Why is she asking this? It makes you scared without reason.

“What do you mean,” You hesitate. She brings the back of her hand to cover her smile. She lets out a chuckle. She focuses on your eyes and notices a hint of fear. She fake coughs as she brushes her pants. She gets up from the couch and turns to head to the door. You quickly get up to follow her, anxiously looking over your shoulder. She catches you in the act and couldn’t help but laugh again. She brings her fingers to touch the tips of your hair. She twirls the strand between the thumb and pointer finger.

“You’ll begin understanding what the victims truly feel,” She explains. She lets go of your hair and opens the door herself. She doesn’t turn to face you as she waves goodbye.

“Lock your doors,” She chirps. You watch her spin her keychains around her finger. She enters her car and you watch til she is down the street. You slam the door shut and immediately lock the door. You place your palm against the door and take a deep breath. Now that she is gone, your house is more eerie and quiet. You shake the chills from your body and turn around. You pick up the glass bottles and notice her red lipstick mark on the rim. You lift the rim closer to your eyes to examine it. Matte red. You let out a small smile as you thought about how well the color matched her. Your smile starts to drop when you remember what she said:

‘Do you ever feel like you’re being watched?’ her voice replayed in your mind. You try to understand the deeper meaning. You assume that she was talking about tactics. You’ve heard multiple times that a good detective understands the mindset of the murderer or victim.

It’s the next day and you walk into the kitchen to grab a water bottle. As you tilt your head back to drink, you feel a dark presence behind you. It feels like it’s breathing down your neck. You jerk your head behind only to see nothing. You place the bottle down and move your hand to your forehead.

“I must be paranoid,” You sigh to yourself. As you lift the bottle to your lips again you hear a slight creek. You pause and the creek happens again. It sounds like a footstep. Fear and anxiety buzz in your mind. Your blood begins to pump too loud. You quietly reach over to grab a knife. You grip the handle. With alert eyes and adrenaline, you take a step towards the sound. You inspect the area but find nothing suspicious. You lower the knife. You tilt your head in confusion. You could’ve sworn you heard someone or something here. You turn your body and collide into something. The impact caused the knife to slip from your hands and clatter onto the ground. You let out a scream and nearly fall. Rio Vidal smiles brightly from seeing your reaction. Her hair is fully down and longer than you expected. She wears a normal black sweater. You hold yourself onto the wall and place a hand on your heart.

“Rio!? What- how did you get in here?!” You gasp, heart still pounding. She jerks her head towards the door and shrugs.

“Doors unlock,” She casually states. You turn your head to the lock to confirm it was unlocked. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You remembered you locked the doors last night… how did it…

“I just wanted to come by and say hi. I missed you,” She teases. There was no hint of truth in her statement. You gently laugh in disbelief. She takes out a note from her pocket and hands it over to you.

“I did some digging last night. This autopsy case number from a few months ago is similar to the body yesterday. Look into it,” She explains. You examine the neatly written number on the note.

“…Okay thank you,” You respond. She smiles and nods her head. She doesn’t waste another second.

“I’ll see you soon,” She turns her body and waves her hands without looking back again. She stops at the door and a smirk appears on her lips.

“Next time you should actually use the knife,” She chuckles. You hear the door close beside you. You stare at the knife lying on the ground. You feel embarrassed at how helpless you quickly became. If it were someone else you would’ve been done for.

It’s later in the night and the moon shines brightly in the sky. You sit on the couch with the laptop on the coffee table. You type the case number onto the database and watch the screen load up the autopsy. You let out a small gasp. The pictures of the body closely resembled the one yesterday. Freshly red lipstick and combed hair. Your eyes notice something around the victim's wrist. You zoom the picture closer. The wrist has a slight green mark.

You hear the floors creak again, but this time it’s above you. Your eyes dart from the screen into the dark space. The creaking continues in small time measures. You lower the laptop screen when you realize someone is upstairs. You quickly get up and rush into the kitchen to grab a knife. You grip the handle more firmly, not letting it drop this time. You quietly reach the staircase. With each step, your heart thumps louder. You finally make it closer to the sound. The soft shuffle sounds are coming from your room. Your hand reaches the handle, but you pause. You take a deep breath and silently pray.

You shove the doors open and the figure inside your room freezes in shock. Your eyes widen at the body. You can tell it’s a woman, judging by the curves exposed by the tight black shirt and pants. Her hair is dark and long. You could not tell who it was because she had a mask that only exposed her eyes. The woman lunges towards you. You try swinging your knife, but she grabs your wrist and pins you against the hallway wall. She tilts her head to examine you. Her dark cold eyes piercing yours. You struggled against her, trying to push against her strength, but it was no use. You jerk your head forward to head bump her. She grunts in pain and lets go of your wrist to hold her forehead. You give her stomach a strong kick. She lets out a sharp yelp and falls. You rush to escape, but she clings onto your ankle making you trip and fall. The knife falls out of your grip and clatters onto the ground. You try crawling your way to the knife, but the woman has already run to grab it. You lay helplessly, staring up at her. She walks over til she is above you. She kneels her thighs around your stomach. She lets out a teasing laugh before she tries jabbing the knife into your neck. You quickly grab onto the sharp blade and wince in pain. Your blood starts pooling at the tip of the knife. It drips onto your face.

“Have you ever felt this pain?” She purrs. You grunt as she presses the edge deeper. She leans in to observe you. She watches how your jaws clench tightly. A few whimpers would escape your mouth. Your eyes begin to form tears.

“It kinda tickles doesn’t it?” She giggles. You feel your stomach turn at her taunts. You let go of the knife and clench your hands around her throat. She lets out an airy gasp. She wraps her fingers around your wrist and stares into your eyes. Her eyes seem to sparkle with delight. Strangely, she isn’t trying to pull your hands away. She hums and buckles her hips slightly against you. With a quick move, you pull the mask down to reveal the woman’s face. Your eyes widen and you feel your blood run cold.

Rio Vidal.

She smiles brightly with her teeth showing. You couldn’t believe it was her. Your grip around her neck loosens. She swiftly takes your wrist in one hand and pins it above your head. She places the tip of the knife against the skin of your collar.

“Why are you doing this?” You gasp. She shakes her head revealing she won’t tell. The tip of the knife digs deeper into your skin. You feel a heavy drip of blood run down your chest. She lets out a low chuckle. She leans her head towards you and you shut your eyes in fear. Suddenly you feel a warm wet muscle touch your skin. She drags her tongue from the top of your chest to the cut. Your blood is evident on her tongue. She softly moans and you feel your stomach flutter. She feels your body struggle beneath her. She gently takes your cut palm to her lips. You try jerking your hands away, but she tightens the grip.

“Stop squirming. Let me heal you,” She whispers. Something in her tone is lance with concern. You listen to her and halt your movement. She sticks out her tongue and slowly tails her warm tip along the deep cut. Your face scrunches in pain and your thighs clench in arousal. Her gaze never leaves your eyes. Your cheeks turn red as you watch her. She let go of your hands and you immediately went to look at it. The cut was healed. You could only see the mix of your blood and her saliva glistening against your skin. You’re in disbelief.

“H-How?” You breathe out. She licks her lips slowly as if she didn’t want to waste a single drop. Her fingernails find themselves scratching your jaw slightly.

“Are you going to run?” She asks. You immediately shake your head no, but in your head, you plan to use this as an escape. She gently taps your cheeks and smiles.

“Good,” She purrs. She gets up from your stomach and checks her body for bruises. She lifts her shirt to inspect her stomach. You had kicked her hard earlier. While she is distracted, you quickly run into your room. You rush to your nightstand and open the drawer that has your officer pistol. Your heart sinks. It’s not there.

“Looking for this?” She chirps as she playfully shakes the pistol in the air. Her other hand rubs her stomach to ease the bruising pain. You put your shaking hands up as surrender. You thought she was going to shoot you, but she ended up sliding the gun down the long hallway. She has a different idea. You try to dart past her, but she grabs your waist and shoves you onto the bed. You cry out in frustration and try clawing at her back. She pins you down but you keep thrashing your body. Your thighs grind against her and she bites her lip.

“You lied,” She hisses. She grabs your face harshly, no longer gentle. She forces you to keep still. Your tears roll down your cheeks. She uses her thumb to rub it.

“Let me go,” You beg.

“Not when you look this good,” She smirks. She pauses to stare at your pitiful crying face. She seems to be in awe. She finds herself leaning down to kiss your wet cheeks. Slowly, she kisses her way to your lips. Her lips are soft and needy. Your heart hammers loudly against your chest. You want to push her away, but her lips cloud your mind. She pulls away to test you. To see if you would shove her away. Her heart skips a beat when she finds you submissively lying still. Your eyes glare back at her, but she knows better. She returns her lips to yours and moves it slowly. You hear her let out a low moan. Her tongue rubs against your lower lip and you clench your thighs. You refuse to kiss her back.

“I know you want to,” She whispers in between kisses. Her thumb continues to gently rub your cheeks. She lets out another soft hum. You open your mouth to speak and she quickly slips her tongue in.

“I- I hate you,” You grunt. Your toes curl each time her tongue brushes in. She ignores you and continues kissing. You shut your eyes tightly. Her slow harsh moving lips turns you on more than you expected.

“Kiss me,” She begs. The pleading sound coming from her switches something in your head. You kiss her back. Your wet lips slide easily against hers. She lets out a dirty chuckle.

“Mm there you go,” She breathes. She slides her hands down your shirt til she reaches the edge. Her fingers sneak up to grope your chest. She grips harshly like a touch-starve woman. You let out a small grunt and arch your body against her. She pinches your nub hard. You accidentally bite onto her lips in reaction. She moans and buckles her core against you. She pulls away from the kiss and rubs your swollen lips with her fingers.

“Let me eat you,” She expresses. You blush and turn your head to the side to avoid her stare. Her other hand finds the loop of your pants. She gives it a small tug as she leans her mouth to your ears. She breathes and licks the shell of your ears. You twitch under her touch.

“I want to taste you,” She sighs. She moves your head to face her. She sticks out her long tongue and flicks up.

“You’re so perverted,” You blush. She chuckles and attempts to tug your pants down. From the position you lay, it makes it hard for her to pull it. Your hands reach down to unbutton and zip down. Her hungry eyes watch your fingers move fast. You lift yourself slightly to pull your pants along with your panties down. It drops at the edge of your bed. She runs her nails along your lower stomach with a cocky smile. You feel your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

She begins lowering herself between your legs. She spreads your thighs apart and lets out a dirty gasp. She glances up at you between her lashes. She drags her finger along your slit and you jerk your legs together when she gets close to the clit. She clicks her tongue in disapproval and forces your legs apart which causes you to grunt. Without warning she drags her tongue along your dripping cunt. She closes her eyes to process how you taste. She lets out a hum of approval. She continues to give you short and small licks. She would sometimes lick your clit, but not enough to satisfy you. You push your head against the pillow, feeling impatient. You bring one hand down to touch the top of her messy dark head. Your fingers grip onto her hair and you shamelessly shove her deeper into your cunt. She grinds her fingers into your thighs.

“Fucken hurry,” You cuss out. She smiles happily at your aggressiveness. You chase your core against her tongue to please yourself. She allows you to take control, even if your grip on her hair starts to hurt.

“Feels good doesn't it?” She smirks. You bite your lips and nod your head. Your shirt starts to feel stuffy because of how hot you’re becoming. She pushes her hand against your thighs to spread yourself wider. She starts to lick harshly and sucks your clit. You suck in a sharp moan. Your wetness mixes in with her saliva. Her strong tongue doesn't stop flicking against your clit. You gasp and roll your eyes in pleasure. You feel your lower stomach beginning to build up for an orgasm. Your leg twitches each time she decides to suck.

“You’re so good,” You praise. She smiles and runs her tongue against your slit again. Your hands gripping her head start to loosen. She glances up to see you enjoying yourself. Your other hand is busy groping your chest. She gives your clit a strong suck. This causes you to let out a loud moan and grip her head harder. She repeats the act and watches how your body arches up. Your other hand reaches down to join the other. You roll your cunt against her mouth while clenching both hands on her head. More cusses and moans spill from your lips. She can tell you are nearly close to reaching your high. Your body begins to shake so much that she has to push your thighs down.

“I’m close,” You gasps. She closes her eyes to focus on licking and sucking your clit. With a few more movements from her tongue, you reach your orgasm with an embarrassingly loud cry. Your body twitches and you gasp for air. You pat her head to signal her to stop, but she ignores it and continues sucking.

“W-wait!” You moan, feeling overstimulated. You let go of her hair to clench onto the bedsheets. She brings her fingers to your core and plunges in her middle finger. The finger easily slides in and out with your silky juice. You let out a whine. She lifts her mouth from your core. You see her lips glistening.

“Give me another one,” She demands. You shake your sweaty head, chest moving up and down. You can feel tears building up and she smiles. Just what she wanted. She adds another finger into your core. You tilt your head back against the pillow to cry out. The stretch of her fingers feels so good.

“I want to see you cry,” She darkly chuckles. She feels your warm hole welcome her fingers in so well. She decides to curl her fingers to press into your gummy walls. You moan loudly and feel tears running down your cheeks. She returns her tongue to your clit and sucks. As her fingers continue to abuse your walls, her mouth sucks. You are panting and moaning. You don’t even understand what is coming out of your mouth. Your orgasm is coming faster than the previous one. Your body jerks feverishly. Your hair sticks against your sweaty forehead and neck. Her long fingers increase in speed. She doesn’t care how hard she is going in you. You feel yourself let out a loud squeal as you reach another high. She feels wetness run down her knuckles and she finally slows down her fingers and tongue. She slips her fingers out and watches you catch your breath. She wipes her wet mouth with the back of her hands. She leans foreward to kiss you a kiss on the cheek.

“My heart beats for you,” She whispers at your state of vulnerability. You gaze at her with tired eyes. She watches you with curiosity as you take her wet fingers to your mouth. You lick along her palm to her long fingers that were in you. Her mouth slightly opens as she gasps. Her eyes darken in pleasure and she simply smiles. Your eyes notice an unusual green color on your wrist.

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cobra-creampuff · 2 years ago

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wow occasional girl jamie and i are basically the same what do u Mean thats not an expression of genuine sympathy

HHGG it's exaggerated and especially paired with the noise he makes it comes across as sarcastic

#the way i knew for a fact i would get this ask at least once lmfao #but anyway yeah really common for us to exaggerate facial expressions because we're consciously putting them on #which in turn tends to make people who don't need expressions to be exaggerated think that we're kind of caricaturizing their feelings #jack facts #jack chats #anyway also same!#i just gave up on making appropriate facial expressions #my face does whatever my face does and that's none of my business #in my case another instance of i can read it but not speak it #infinite diversity #ted lasso #jamie tartt #hc

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prentisssbxtch · 3 months ago

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An experience. pt. 2

summary: the woman you slept with the night before, ends up being your boss.

relationship: wanda x fem!reader

warnings: swearing and smut (think that’s it)

wc: 2k

pt 1

an: sorry this took so long😭 - also i’m not all that good at writing smut so i’m sorry!!

not proofread + not very good…

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ever since you found out you'd be working for wanda, or i guess Miss Maximoff, you've make sure to stay clear of her. avoiding her like the plague. which you'd done well up until now…

your day started the same as everyday since starting your internship a month ago. you got ready, grabbed a taxi, and walked into the giant building everyone knew of.

you stepped into the elevator just to the left of the secretary's desk. clicking the number four, you grabbed your phone from your pocket feeling a vibration. just as the doors were about to close you heard a faintly familiar voice, but were unable to put a face to it.

"hold the doors," the voice yelled grabbing your attention just in time for you to stick your hand out and stop the elevator doors from closing.

the first thing you see are beautiful, most definitely expensive, black heels. looking up from the floor, you're greeted with wanda.

you can see the realization cross her face for a split second, but as you blink, it's gone. she says a quiet thank you as she steps in beside you.

giving a small smile in response, you awkwardly look down.

"floor six please," you almost don't register her speaking. quickly looking over towards her to see her looking from you to the rows of numbers.

"oh, right sorry," you say feeling your cheeks heat as you turn to press the six. you faintly hear her chuckle in amusement at you before you go back to staring at the floor.

you begin to silently pray for the elevator to hurry up and get you out of here. paying she doesn't try to make conversation.

apparently your luck has already ran out.

"how do you like working here so far?" comes from beside you.

"it's been alright," you respond after a moment, slowing nodding your head as you answer. the idea that her tongue was down your throat just a month ago, making you uneasy.

you can feel eyes on you which causes you to turn your head towards the taller woman, seeing her already looking at you. "i had fun that night."

you stare at her for a second not knowing what to say or think. opening and shutting your mouth, trying to form words. "so did i," you feel your cheeks heat up as you turn to look away. "but it can never happen again."

you glance up to see the doors should be opening any minute now. suddenly wanda moves and hits the giant red button with the words 'stop' above it. abruptly stoping the elevator before the doors can open.

"and why's that?" she questions hand moving back to her side, but she was now standing closer to you.

"you're my boss now. doesn't that go against regulations or something?" you question looking up to her. she was already a couple inches taller, but now with the heels she is a good 4-5 inches taller than you.

she gives a slight smirk before speaking, “i make the rules love,” her right hand moving to push hair over your shoulder, “but i suppose you’re correct.”

once again at a loss for words you stare up at her, feeling your cheeks slightly heating up. hoping she doesn’t notice, but based off her facial expression, she does.

she moves her hand to the stop button again, quickly pressing it causing the doors to open. glancing from the now open doors, back to her, you give a small awkward smile before walking away. quickly.

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it’s been two weeks since the “moment” you had with wanda. if you could even call it that. you’re walking into the building for the sixth time this week, only getting one day off a week. you’re in black dress pants, a white tucked button up, and some black heels.

heels that are similar to the ones wanda wears, but not nearly as expensive.

ever since you were in that elevator with her, the tension between the two of you has increased. she’s been requesting your help more than any others. each and every time you two are speaking, she’s always closer than most people would stand by someone.

today is no different as you walk into work. getting to the fourth floor, you step out of the elevator, only for the receptionist behind the desk to tell you wanda asked for you.

confused as to why you’d be needed so early, you turn and get back onto the elevator. clicking the sixth floor, you pull out your phone checking notifications.

once the elevator dings, you step out walking towards wanda’s office. quickly adjusting your hair out of habit, you reach your arm out to knock on the big door. waiting for an invitation in.

you faintly hear a soft voice form the inside telling you to come in. you enter the room to see wanda behind her desk not looking up from her computer. you take a moment to look around the room, having been up here before but never taking the time to appreciate how nice it is.

there was full wall windows behind wanda desk, tinted for the outside. along the walls are bookshelves full of law books, pictures, plants, and even small trinkets. the walls have wanda’s achievements and plaques. as well as some painting. off to the left wall, there’s a nice couch with a coffee table in front of it.

turning your attention back to wanda you speak, “you called for me?” she slightly nods her head, clearly doing something that needs her attention. after a few seconds she turns you with a smile.

“i did, yes.” she says while moving to shut her computer. “take a seat.” she says pointing to the chairs in front of her desks.

moving to take a seat, you sit down not fully moving to put your back against the back of the chair. putting your hands in your lap you look once again to wanda, who has been watching you the whole time.

without saying anything; she stands from her chair coming to lean against her desk in front of you. making you have to raise your head to look her in the eyes.

“you know, i’ve been thinking. do you remember the night of the bar?” she questions looking at you intently. nodding your head, you feel your stomach flutter at the memory. “i’m going to be honest with you y/n, that was some of the best sex i’ve had. in a while, maybe even ever.”

you stare at her in shock, but know deep down it’s the same for you.

“i want you see you again. in that aspect i mean.” being the only words she continues saying.

“me too.”

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you don’t know how it happened. it all being a big blur, but here you are sitting on wanda’s desk with her between your legs. her tongue is practically down your throat while one hand is gripping your waist tightly between her fingers, while the other is massaging your thigh.

she pulls back from the kiss looking at you, feeling herself getting wet just from the look of you. cheeks flushed, kiss swollen lips, hair mused. she needs to have you now. her hands move to the buttons of your shirt, looking to you for consent to unbutton it.

after giving her a small nod, she quickly moves to unbutton your shirt. being greeted by the white lace bra cupping your breasts.

“so pretty,” she says rubbing her thumbs over your peeking through nipples. “d’you wear this for me?” she speaks with a small smirk, eyes moving up to you’re face.

with a small nod you look up to her. “knew you’d like it,” you spoke not knowing where the confidence came from. you look over her body seeing her completely clothed, moving your hands to the ends of her button up you look to her eyes for permission to remove the cloth. your eyes meet her darkened eyes before your given an ok.

lifting her shirt, you’re greeted by a black bra cupping her breasts perfectly. the air in your lungs leaving you at the sight. almost like the first time you’ve seen her.

her hands move to the clasp of your bra, eyes meeting yours, asking for permission. once granted, she un-clasps the offending garment. she lets out a small groan at the sight of your breasts. nipples peaked from the cool air, begging for attention.

without any warning; her lips are wrapped around your left nipple as her hand fiddles with the right. your lips part to let out a startled sound of shock before being taken over by pleasure.

the hand moving down your stomach reaches the top of your pants, fiddling with the buckle. she lets go of your nipple with a pop before turning her attention to your face. “can i take these off pretty?”

without hesitation you agree moving to help shimmy your pants off quicker. causing wanda to let out an amused laugh.

once your pants are off, you’re left in just your panties as wanda takes in the sight. letting out a small groan she speaks, “i’m taking my time with you this time.” she runs her pointer finger over the top of your covered mound. noticing the obvious wet patch from arousal. “what’s got you so worked up, hm?”

“y-you,” you manage to stutter out, beginning to grow desperate for attention.

as if reading your mind, wanda uses one finger to slip your panties to the side, getting a full view of your arousal. “such a pretty pussy.” you hear her mumble before feeling a pressure on your clit.

letting out a small gasp at the stimulation, you buck your hips up wanting more. wanda smirks as she runs her thumb over your clit, adding more pressure when she decides.

with no warning she shoves her middle finger right into your opening, making quick work of moving in and out. not adding another finger until you’re begging.

once she has both middle and ring finger working you up, she continues her ministrations on your clit. throwing your head back in ecstasy, you miss wanda moving down to wrap her lips around your clit. letting out a loud moan as her fingers curl up to find the spot that will make you cry out.

she knows she’s found it when your hips buck up and your hand flys to her head. tugging her hair, wanting to keep her in place. you move your other hand to cover your mouth, remembering you're still at work.

you feel yourself building closer and closer to the edge, you know wanda can too as you squeeze her fingers. almost like she takes your cumming as a challenge, she speeds up her movements, helping to bring you closer.

“i- mm… i’m gonna cumm,” you finally got out as you climbed higher and higher. feeling your whole body tingling.

“cum for me baby.”

her words were the only thing it took for you to fall over the edge with a loud cry. wanda refusing to stop until you were a whimpering mess trying to get away from the stimulation.

wanda pulls back, slowly removing her fingers from inside you, moving them to her mouth to clean off. with a hum she speaks, “just as good as i remember.”

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i was gonna tag everyone who wanted another part, but it wouldn’t let me😭

#marvel #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #fanfic #wanda maximoff x reader #x reader #wanda maximommy #pt 2

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lifeasadorkwithnolife · 2 months ago

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Tortured Thoughts (Azriel X Reader)

Word Count: 3900

The reader and Azriel really don't like each other, so in a an effort to force them to get along, Rhys arranges a mission. But when the mission goes wrong and Ariel has to watch you get tortured, he realizes he would do anything to get you home.

“If anyone is going to save anyone, Azriel, it’s going to be me saving you.” You spit, fists up as you two circle each other on the small sparring pad. Both of your leathers were off, and you were drenched in sweat as the sun beat down. His eyes roll in a way you’re used to.

You can sense the kick coming and block it easily. He’s now on the other side of the ring, his eyes boring into yours. “I’m sure you wish that was the case.” He replies, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

You run at him, trying to jump onto his shoulders so you can wrap your legs around his neck. His arms catch you, and suddenly your slammed into the ground. The wind is knocked out of you and you scrunch your eyes closed, trying to breath through the discomfort.

When you finally open your eyes, Azriel s large shadow is blocking the sun and he’s staring at you in concern. You take a breath and cough, sitting up to catch your breath. “Asshole.” You mutter.

He reaches a hand out to help you up, but you slap it away, getting up on your own. He rolls his eyes, again, and stands up from his kneeling position, wiping his hands off on his pants “Are you done?” He asks warily.

“No chance.” Your fists rise again, no trace of a smile on your face anymore. Azriel stares at you, a look on his face. He opens his mouth to speak before he is interrupted.

“Although I’m sure you two would love to try to kill each other for another couple hours, I have some errands I need done.” Rhysands voice echoes, and you both turn to look at where the high lord has seemingly materialized.

“What is it?” Azriel asks, you sigh, placing your hand on your hip.

“I need to send a message to Eris.” Rhys muses, looking between you two, as if sensing the palpable tension in the air. “I would like you both to go, to cover each other’s back.”

“Oh please.” You laugh, turning to Azriel. His facial expression doesn’t change from the solumn look on his face. “Azriel would feed me to Eris at the first opportunity, wouldn’t you shadow singer?”

It’s now Rhys that rolls his eyes, and his gaze turns to Azriel, who looks between you two. “I’m not really…asking.” Rhys says, his voice growing sterner. “Cassian is busy, and I’m not letting Az handle this alone. You two need to learn to get along.”

“Fine.” You mutter, turning around and collecting your fallen clothing from the ground. “I’ll be ready within the hour. Azriel, if you’re not ready, I’ll do it myself.”

You storm off, slamming the door to the house behind you, leaving Rhysand and Azriel behind.

The flight was long and uncomfortable. Due to your lack of wings, Azriel had to carry you bridal style, one strong hand wrapped around your upper body and the other holding up your knees. Despite your weight, he didn’t seem to struggle, his wings making strong and powerful thrusts through the air as you went.

You can’t help but stare at them, you haven’t ever had a moment to appreciate their beauty because of who they are attached to. With the sun behind them, you could see the velvet texture, the strong muscle under them tensing and releasing with each beat.

As your eyes wandered to the other wing, they lock on Azriel’s curious ones. Immediately, you can feel the blush coming to your face and you choose a spot at the ground to look at instead. Trees, ranging in shades of dark green to orange, you were nearly there.

“What’s the plan?” You ask ,not turning your head towards him due to your proximity. “Are we just going to storm in there and demand to see him?”

“We have a meeting place.” Azriel replies, his voice gruff and serious. “We need to be careful, although we may have this thing with Eris, Baron would not hesitate to take us out if he found out we were here.”

“I’m not dumb.” You mutter, angrily looking at him. “I am careful, I haven’t died yet- have I?”

“I don’t think your dumb.” Azriel insists, you could feel his fingers flexing around your torso. “We’re about to land, hold on.”

The descent is fast, but his landing is nearly flawless as he drops to the ground. You quickly jump out of his arms, trying to create some space between you two. You stared at the male, why did you hate Azriel so much? Was it just because he hated you first?

“Lets get this over with.” You mutter, brushing off your sleeves and looking around you. You’re in a small circular clearing, trees on all sides in varying shades of red and orange. You look back at Azriel, and he is already walking the other direction.

You jog to catch up with him, letting out an annoyed huff as you glare up at him. “What happened to stick together? Have each others backs?”

Azriel smirked, turning his head down to look at you. “Not my fault you were going the wrong way.” He almost teases, you slap his arm.

“I’ve never been here before, how am I supposed to know where I’m going?” You ask, and he shrugs.

“I’m sorry, I was under the impression that you knew it all already.” He teases again, and you almost smile at his tone.

You two walk in silence, and you look at the trees around you. “it’s beautiful out here.” You whisper, looking up the sun through the swirls of orange and red leaves.

“It is.” Azriel whispers, and you look at him, nearly stopping in your tracks as your eyes lock with his. In that moment, with the red hues of light shining on Azriel’s features and his blue eyes sparkling, you knew that Azriel was the most beautiful male that you would ever see.

Suddenly, an arrow whizzes through the air, interrupting your moment. You turn, hands immediately grabbing the daggers strapped to your thighs. “Fuck.” Azriel mutters, and you can hear the tear as he pulls an arrow out of his wing. You look back at him in worry, and in that brief moment, you can hear the sound of an arrow being released, and feel the thud as that arrow lands in your thigh.

Your daggers move before you can think, immediately impaling your attacker in the chest. Another arrow is released, and Azriel makes another grunt. You can feel the ground start to move under you, and you look to Azriel. “Run, Y/N.” Azriel grunts, falling to his knees as the poison works through his system. But it’s too late.

The first thing you notice when you wake is the throbbing pain in your thigh, the second thing you notice is that when you go to reach your thigh, your arms are tied tightly down. You open your eyes, almost shutting them immediately due to the firelight.

“Looks who’s awake.” A mans gruff voice muses, and you open your eyes again, letting them take a moment to focus on the male in front of you. You didn’t recognize him, but you knew he must be one of Berons.

You struggle against the bonds, shaking the chair in place but it doesn’t move. Panic starts to rise in your chest as your head whips around, looking for Azriel. You see him, and his eyes are already on yours. He shakes his head, in a silent plea to stay still.

You still, looking back at the male. He walks towards you, knife in one hand, tapping it against his palm. “I know the shadow singer, but who are you?” He asks, and you shake your head.

“I’m no one.” You whisper, trying to keep your voice small. Maybe if he thought you weren’t a threat, you would be able to escape this and call for Rhys. You knew that Az and Rhys had a connection, but it was probably too far.

The knife found your cheek, and you could feel your body betray you as fear coursed through your system, your eyes closing in a wince. “Please, I’m no one. I swear, I was just..”

“She was my guide.” Azriel says, and the knife leaves your cheek. The man walks over to him, and you can clearly see his restraints. While you have one rope around each wrist, he has chains wrapped around his, and not just one, but multiple.

When you look closer, you can see blood trailing up his arms, almost as if he was struggling to get out- if Azriel couldn’t escape these bonds, how would you be able to? The male, his shining head reflecting the firelight, came up to Azriel. After a moment of silence, his fist flew through the air and connected with Azriel’s jaw.

A scream left your lips as you tried as the chair shook as you tried to get out of it, but it was no use.

“Why are you here, Shadow Singer?” The man asks, his voice raspy and deep.

“I was sent here by our healer.” Azriel explains, spitting blood on the ground. It leaves a slight red mark at the corner of his lip. “To pick up fireberries, they are very effective in treating fevers.”

Another fist flies, and Azriel takes it. Tears well in your eyes as you stare at him, but he doesn’t look at you. The male pulls out another knife, “Maybe this will help you talk.” He muses, slamming it into Azriel’s thigh.

You pull on the ropes again, seemingly more effected by the handle of the blade sticking out of Azriel’s leg than he is. The male pulls it out, becoming angrier at Azriel’s nonchalance. Another fist is thrown at Azriel’s face, and another, and you hear the sobs escape your body as you watch him.

“Stop!” You shout at the male. “You prick, he’s not lying.”

Azriel’s eye peeks open, and the glare he gives you could kill. The male turns slowly, cocking his head at you. He pulls on Azriel’s shirt and wipes the blood off his knife. Instead of looking at the male, you stare at Azriel. His face is bloody, and his cheek and lip have busted open. Blood is openly pulling from his thigh, and even though this mans focus was on you, you were glad you didn’t have to watch Azriel get hurt anymore.

“She doesn’t know anything.” Azriel states, spitting on the ground. “Hey asshole, I said she doesn’t know anything.”

The male turns back to Azriel, and Azriel’s spits at him, and it lands right on his cheek. The male chuckles, using his hand to wipe the spit away. You all stare at it for a moment, before his fist rises up and connects with your temple.

Your world is loud and cold for a fleeting moment as your head whips back, and then you feel the pain radiate to your eye as the moment ends. The male grabs you roughly by your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Tears brim in your vision as you stare at him. “What do you know?” He asks, and you shake your head, not even able to open your mouth to speak.

Another blow, even harder than the first one, causes your head to whip in the other direction. You hear Azriel’s shouts, but it’s almost drowned out by the ringing in your ears. Your head gets pulled back up to meet the eyes of the male. “Okay Shadow Singer, what are you two doing here?”

“Don’t-“You try to speak, and then the knife has left his hands and is in your own thigh. You scream in surprise, looking down at the blade handle protruding from your leg. You look up at Azriel, and his face is filled with complete panic and horror. His arms are flexed as he tries to escape the chains holding him down. “I’m okay, Az. I got-“

The knife is pulled out, and before you can shout in pain, it’s shoved into your other leg. A sob leaves your throat as you try to bend over, the blood from the first wound starting to trickle down the back of your leg.

“I’ll tell you!” Azriel shouts, nearly frantic. You look up at him and his eyes are still on yours.

You shake your head, but he keeps talking. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” Azriel tries to get the males attention back on him. “I’m working for Lucien.”

This phrase peaks the male’s interest, and he turns to look at back at Azriel. “How so?” The male asks, slowly stepping towards Azriel.

“Azriel- don’t.” You shout weakly, and Azriel hesitates.

“I need a map, I will tell you everything.” Azriel swears, and you hang your head in defeat. Your weakness, your inability to handle pain, was going to cost you everything- cost the night court everything.

“Okay, I’ll be back.” The male states, looking between you and Azriel. He then opens a door, exiting to a hallway.

After a few moments, another quiet sob escapes your lips as you stare at the dagger handle that’s jutting our of your thigh. “Hey, hey Y/n, look at me.” Azriel pleads, and your blood-soaked face looks up to meet his. “I will kill him.” Azriel promises, “but you need to do something for me.”

You nod, “anything.” You whisper, and he nods. “I need you to get out of those ropes.”

“I can’t.” You sob, pulling at them uselessly. He shakes his head.

“Stop, stop, look at me, please.” He pleads again, and you look back into his eyes. “Y/N, fuck, I’m sorry for getting you into this.”

“It’s not your fault.” You whisper, and he shakes his head.

“I need you…I need you to try, please.” Azriel whispers, “for me. Just think about how much you hate me, and use that to get out.”

“I don’t hate you.” You cry harder, sobs wracking your body.

“Please.” Azriel’s voice cracks, and he stares at you with a desperation you hadn’t seen on any male. “If you can get to that dagger, I promise- I will do whatever you want. I’ll stop fighting you, I’ll stop teasing you, I’ll stop egging you on, please Y/N, I will do anything- I just need to get you out of here.”

Your arms strain as you try to pull yourself out from under the ropes, but they were too tight. The door opens and the male walks back in, a large map in his hands. He eyes you suspiciously, and you can’t help but sob again.

“Damn.” The male mutters, clearing the table in the middle of the room and laying down the map. “You females and your emotions, you never know when to shut it.”

You cry harder, your vision blurring as the man starts to ignore you and speak to Azriel. You pull on the ropes again with your other arm, feeling the rope give just by an inch. You grit your teeth, forcing your wrist to wriggle under the rope, nearly popping it out of it’s socket.

The sound causes the male to turn, and before he can defend himself, the dagger is ripped out of your thigh and is flying through the air. He ducks out of the way, but the dagger lands right in the link of Azriel’s chains.

The male backs up, his back bumping into the table as Azriel rips the chains off layer by layer. His hands flex, and the male has the decency to look absolutely terrified. You look down at your leg, at the blood oozing through your leathers. You don’t feel the urge to fight your way out anymore, you were only fighting for Azriel anyway, now he would be okay.

Your head slumps forward and you close your eyes, feeling the tendrils of sleep find you. Suddenly a hand is gently slapping your cheek, and you feel irritation until your eyes meet Az’s. “Az.” You whisper, he’s quickly undoing your ropes that are around your torso and other arm. “You’re safe, you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” Azriel promises you, suddenly you’re being picked up into the air and you hear strong footsteps. “And you’re going to be okay too, I promise.”

“I was right.” You whisper again, a small smile coming to your face. You open your eyes again, he’s looking forward and there is a hallway past you two. He must be running. “I saved you”

“You’re always right.” Azriel pulls you closer to his chest, and suddenly you two are out in the night, and you breathe in a breath of fresh air. “Hey, don’t fall asleep on me now.” Azriel warns, and you shake your head.

“Az….”You open your eyes, and you realize, if you were to die anywhere, you would rather it be in his arms than anywhere else. You stared at him, even with his swollen eye and bloody lip, he still looked like the most beautiful male you had ever seen.” I’m sorry- for making you think I hated you.”

“Apologize later.” Azriel retorts, and you shake your head. Suddenly, his arms are tightening around you and you’re in the air. “You’re going to be fine, Y/N. I got you.”

You watch the sky behind Azriel seem to blur together, and his eyes finally lock on yours, his eyes the only thing in your focus. “Az…” You whisper. He shakes his head, clearing his throat. “You were going to tell them about Lucian, about everything-“

“Yes I was.” Azriel says, “You are the only thing that matters to me.”

You could feel yourself become more tired, and your eyelids started to drop. “I’ve always loved you-“

Days passed, and Azriel doesn’t leave your side, waiting for you to wake. Madja explained that it was the mixture of the poison from the arrows, blood loss and head force trauma that was causing you to take your time waking up.

Cassian and Rhys had both offered to stay with you, even promising to come running as soon as you woke, but Azriel did not move. He sat at your bedside, unmoving, watching each exhale and waiting in agony as he waited for your next breath.

“it’s not your fault, brother.” Rhys tries to comfort him, laying a hand on his shoulder. Azriel shrugs it off, his eyes never straying from your unconscious form.

“It is my fault.” Azriel mutters, the guilt eating away at his gut. “I could have asked her out like a normal person, but instead, I arrange for us to go on this mission so we can spend time together and nearly get her killed.”

“Nobody could know that would happen.” Rhys tries to soothe, and Azriel shakes his head. “Az-“

“I don’t want to talk.” Azriel dismisses Rhysand, and Rhys sighs, taking a look around the room. He sees the fresh flowers on the night table, and pain-relieving potions, ready for you when you wake. He looks back to Azriel, seeing the bags under his eyes, but knowing there’s nothing that he could do. If that was Feyre in that bed, unconscious, he knew he wouldn’t be as reasonable as Az was being.

He leaves the room, and Azriel stews in his thoughts, watching your chest rise and fall, your last words to him still ring in the air. “I’ve always loved you.” Cauldron, what was wrong with him? Why did he somehow hurt everything he loved?

His eyes finally leave you, and his head falls into his hands, pulling his hair. He stays in this position, and against his will, falls into unconsciousness.

“Hey.” You whisper, poking at Azriel, who’s passed out in the most uncomfortable looking position you’ve ever seen. His wings are pressed to the wall, and he definitely does not fit in your small beside chair. “Az-“

The speed at which his head moves almost scares you, causing you to clutch your chest. “Oh my- Azriel, are you okay?”

“How do you feel?” Azriel is immediately above you, holding your cheek and looking from one eye to the other. “Any pain, dizziness, are you sick to your stomac-“

“Azriel, I’m fine.” You pull his hand away, keeping it in yours. You had a few moments to yourself while he slept to recounter the events that went down in the night court. You took a closer look at him, noticing the bags under his eyes and the specks across his face- was that dried blood?

“Please tell me you’ve haven’t been sitting here since we got back.” You whispered, and he looks away. “Az, you look horrible.”

“As long as your alive, I don’t care how I look.” Azriel’s voice is full of relief, and you slowly move your hand up to touch his cheek. Your fingers run across the ridges of his cheek bone, and then down his jaw.

“You’re so annoying.” You mutter, and a frown crosses his lips. “No- I just mean that somehow you can get beat up and still look so good.”

A small smile crosses his lips, but then it’s almost instantly gone. “Really, Az, I’m okay.” He takes a shaky breath, nodding his head. You pat the spot next to you, scooting over and wincing at the pain in your legs.

He quickly hands you a vial, and you take it, recognizing it as one of Madjas mixtures. “Please, sit with me.” You insist, looking at him. “I..I just want to talk, please.”

Azriel nods, taking the place next to you and leaning back on the headboard. You two sit in silence for a moment before you finally break it. You look at him, “I…did you mean what you said?”

“Every word.” Az whispers, and you nod, grabbing his hand and playing with his fingers. He watches you, and you sigh.

“I am so glad that you are okay.” Your eyes tear up, and you look at him. His brows furrow, and his hands grip yours tightly. “being there- seeing you tied up, it made me realize that although we fight, you are the only person I really care about. You’re the only person who..you’re the only one.” You can’t even make a comprehensive sentence.

Azriel nods, giving your hand another squeeze. “Y/N, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it now, none of it matters without you.”

You nod, wiping a stray tear from your eye as you smile weakly at him. “I will never let you get hurt again.” Azriel swears, and you nod. “I would go to the ends of the world to save you.”

You squeeze his hand, and you both lay back on the headboard. A few, quiet moments later, he’s asleep. You look at the male, the male you love, and also lean back in contentment, closing your eyes and falling asleep right next to him.

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