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darkworkcourier · 2 years ago

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I was wondering, could you write Ghost x fem!reader hand to hand combat training that leads to them making out

YES'M COMING RIGHT UP

reader doesn't have a nickname or any identifying features other than, idk, having hair i guess? also no real warnings except for making out and some suggestive stuff. y'know, promises on the horizon. 👀 i didn't want to go much further in case all you wanted was just makeouts.

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"No. Hands here. Right. Just about level with your chest."

It's hard to focus with Ghost's hands on your wrists, guiding you into a stance that feels off. You're accustomed to one particular style of defense, and he shifts you into another that makes your muscles ache.

You furrow your brow. "Is it supposed to feel like this?"

"Like what?"

"Like I'm about to throw my rotator cuff out?"

He shrugs, resuming his original stance—one where his hands are lower, parallel to his waist, arms spread like he's going to hug you. "Just means you're using muscles you're not accustomed to exercising," he replies.

"You saying I don't exercise?" you joke.

"Just hold your hands there."

You do, and he gives you about two seconds of warning before he comes at you.

Going up against Ghost in hand-to-hand combat is terrifying. There's no other word for it, no way to describe it outside of using terms like 'pants-shittingly scary'. He's a wall of muscle garbed in black, mask cementing the vision of a very buff Grim Reaper launching himself at you, dragging you into death in some judo move. You're still not accustomed to it, even this many months into your assignment with the 141. The second he moves, that fight or flight instinct screams flee, idiot! and you flinch.

He stops before touching you, sighing like an overburdened elementary school teacher. "You did it again," he says.

You fall out of the stance and raise your hands helplessly. "What do you expect me to do? You ever see yourself in a mirror?"

He ignores that latter question. "I expect you to defend yourself," he replies. "You're gonna meet people far bigger than me out there."

Doubt it, you think. You don't need to remind him that you have gone into the field before, and that you earned your place in the 141 through skill and tenacity. However, at this point, you still haven't seen someone like Ghost out there.

"Okay," you say, rallying yourself and raising your hands again. "I got this. Big, scary dude coming at me. No problem."

You think he raises a brow at you. Not something you can see, but you feel it. "You sure?"

"Yeah. Yep. Totally good."

Ghost goes back into the first pose with his arms out. He hunkers down, looming at the edge of the mat like a very large specter of the imminent end, and yet all you can think is can you use those arms for something else, please.

Which is why you miss the two second warning, and promptly get knocked off your feet by a skeleton-garbed missile of a man.

Because it turns out that he only corrected your stance from the waist up, and you completely forgot what to do with your legs. You didn't brace, didn't set your feet shoulder-width apart to lower your center of gravity and make you more solid. That, and Ghost has such a size advantage of you that it feels a hell of a lot like someone shooting a grenade launcher at a lawn chair.

All to say, you topple and hit the mat hard. Air whuffs out of your lungs, compressed under the sheer weight of Ghost. Sparks dance in your vision for one hot second before you come back to yourself, registering aches in brand new places and the feeling of one of Ghost's (impressively beefy) thighs between your legs.

Unfortunately, robbed of all oxygen, all you manage to eke out is a sad wheeze.

"Fuck," Ghost groans. He manages to hoist himself up on his forearms, lifting the stone weight off your chest so you're not getting compressed like a panini. "Ugh. You okay?"

It takes an embarrassingly long time to get your breath back, and a moment longer to work around the ache in your ribs from having a bulldozer of a man on your chest—not even in a sexy way. "Yeaaahhh," you force out, gritting your teeth and blinking away the last jittery sparkles in your vision. "Gimme a second."

He does, but you register that he's not getting off of you. In fact, he's holding pretty damn steady and not doing something in the name of good teamwork like, say, standing up and helping you off the mat, or asking if you need medical assistance, or making fun of you. Instead, he's most definitely staying quiet, and when you look at him, you suddenly feel pinned anew.

Because he's staring, and it's made so much more intense by the greasepaint around his eyes, drawing out his dark eyes by contrast. You feel his gaze like added weight, and it keeps you still, unable to scoot out from under him even though he's given you room to do so.

Your breathing's back online, but it's not steady, and your mouth is very, very dry.

"Um," is all you can say, and you're proud of yourself for getting that much out.

His eyes flick down, watching your mouth move. They widen when you lick your bottom lip to give it some reprieve.

There's no training for to do in this situation.

And there's certainly no training for— for lifting up his damn mask and revealing a mouth that you're pretty sure you've had wet dreams about. Plush lips, faint silvery scars, fine stubble. God damn, and he was keeping this a secret.

"Ghost," you try again, searching for anything to say. Any word, any question, any kind of affirmation that can give you a litmus test on what the hell is going on here.

Rather than explaining himself, his eyes find yours again and he says—in the lowest of low rumbling voices, "Is this okay?"

How do you say yes or, perhaps, fuck yes without sounding desperate? It's like he reached into your head and plucked out those fantasies you've kept under lock and key since you joined on and saw him for the first time. Hell, you're not totally sure this isn't one of those dreams right now.

So you nod. Just two quick jerks of the head, fabric on the mat definitely fucking up your hair. You can hear the static next to your ear, but you could care less.

Because once Ghost's lips are on yours, nothing matters.

He's so warm, lips deceptively soft (what did you think, they were going to be as calloused as his fingers?), the tang of sweat on his skin, his forearms bracketing you. He's in every direction, kissing you and siphoning out the air again, leaving you gasping when he pulls back.

One breath.

Two.

And he kisses you again, like a confirmation that yes, this is very real and it's happening to you. He didn't trip and fall and kiss you on the way down. His right arm comes up so his fingers brush against your cheek, and then he cups the side of your face with his enormous palm. You open your mouth against his, tasting him, hearing his heavy breathing in tandem with your own.

At the same time, your mind rushes to make all the connections to figure out how you got here, how Ghost is on top of you when he's supposed to be teaching you how to defend yourself. How—

How you missed all of those signals.

Too-long glances at meetings; hands brushing yours when he passed you documents, ammo, rations, a radio; the way he kept close to your six so it was never undefended; every nickname from him teeming with a little more whimsy than you thought him capable of. Never once did you stop and consider if that was how he treated everyone in the 141, or if that was saved for you.

You never asked the question, but you're sure as hell getting an answer.

His tongue brushes against yours, sealed between your lips, teasing whines out of you. He hums in satisfaction, or possibly pleasure; vaguely, you wonder if he's wanted this just as badly, or if this is a spur of the moment decision and he's enjoying the payoff. Regardless, you can't ignore the slight pressure of his thigh between your legs, riding up higher and higher until—

Until you get an incredibly stupid idea.

He doesn't get a two second warning. What he gets is your arms around his back—the hug you wanted and now he gets—and the sudden upward jerk of motion that sends him flailing backwards. In a move you had no idea you were capable of, he's now on his back, mask still riding up to his nose, eyes wide, expression damn near cartoonish.

"Wh—" is all he gets out before you're kissing him.

You're the one bracketing his hips with your thighs. You're the one pinning him down and making him breathless. And, damnit, once you pull back enough to get a look at his face, you're the one getting him to look up at you like he's seeing you for the first time.

You grin, leaning in close and whispering, "Is it supposed to feel like this?"

He licks his lips, and your eyes trace the trail of his tongue. "Like what?" he asks, quieter now than you've ever heard him.

Your answer is another firm kiss, the ache in your muscles shifting course and alchemizing into something far hotter, liquid heat settling between you. And you pull back one more time, dropping your head so your lips brush his ear. You swear you feel him shudder.

"I think we have a few more forms to go through," you say.

#cod: mw2 #mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader

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ladykailitha · 2 years ago

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Star Child Part 4

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

They arrived at the green room for the little dive bar they were playing at the next day. They always sold out stadiums, but this was a way for them to give back to the dive bars that got them their start.

Sitting among the swaths of things mentioned in their rider was a bouquet of flowers.

Jeff turned to the owner, Jess. “Hey, what’s this? We said no fan gifts in the green room.”

“I wasn’t sure where else to put it,” she said with a shrug. “Because it’s not from a fan. Or at least not the usual kind.”

Eddie walked over to the flowers and picked them. Inside the black tissue paper were some of the most beautiful black and dark red flowers he’d ever seen. There was a card.

-Eddie

Good luck, in case I miss the concert.

Steve

And there was a little heart next to his name.

“Oh.”

Jess smiled. “So I was right, not the usual fan.”

The other three members crowded over Eddie’s shoulder and read the note.

Gareth looked up at her and grinned. “Nope, you were so right. This a suitor for the fair Eddie.”

Eddie smacked his arm. “Fuck off, man.”

“So is he going to try to come to the concert then?” Brian asked, pointing to card.

“That’s what it looks like,” Jeff said.

Eddie leaned around his friends to look at Jess. “But I thought it was sold out.”

“It is,” Jess agreed. “But if he bought a ticket before hand, he’s going to get in, right?”

Eddie just frowned. Steve didn’t seem to know about the concert tonight when they talked yesterday.

“He bought me flowers.”

He cheeks turned as red as the roses.

Brian just squeezed his shoulder.

“Come on, man,” he said. “Let’s get set up.”

Eddie kept an eye out on the crowd looking for any pop stars in tight leather pants, but to no avail.

So with a pout he slunk back to the green room and there sitting on the ratty neon green sofa was Steve Harrington.

He gave them a dorky little wave.

Jeff laughed. “How the hell, man?”

Steve turned on his cheesiest grin. “Jess and I went to high school together.”

Jess came in behind the band and glared at him. “And if you tell them anything else, do not forget I have still have our eighth grade year book.”

Steve’s grin turned feral. “I don’t have to tell them anything, sweetheart. Or did you forget Corroded Coffin are Hawkins High boys, too?”

Jess circled around them, eyeing them critically. “I think I’d remember those hot asses.”

Gareth laughed. “We were sophomores when you were a senior, well except Eddie here.”

“What the hell were you doing hanging out with sophomores?” Jess asked.

“Trying to graduate for billionth time,” Eddie groused. “I was the year above you, your year, and the year after you.”

“And then we made it big and didn’t matter anymore,” Brian said, clapping Eddie on the back.

“We all still graduated,” Jeff said. “We made sure of that.”

“Lucky you,” Steve said with a pained smile.

“What?”

The whole band turned to Steve.

He shrugged. “I have my GED, but I never actually graduated. I was too busy learning dance moves and trying to keep my falsetto.”

“Thank fuck that didn’t last long,” Gareth said flopping on the couch next to Steve.

“What the dance moves or the falsetto?” Steve asked bumping him with his shoulder.

“The falsetto, man,” Jeff agreed. “Otherwise we wouldn’t have got that kick ass performance two nights ago.”

Jess moved further into the room. “What’s this? I didn’t know you guys performed together.”

Steve and Eddie pulled out their phones but Eddie was faster, pulling up the video of the “Low Key in Love” portion of the concert.

And Jess watched as Steve started the song. And then her eyebrows went up and she glanced at Steve who ducked his head blushing.

And then it got to the end and she stared at him open mouthed. “Holy shit dude. Why are you still doing bubblegum pop?”

“That’s what I want to know!” Jeff said.

“Contract.” Steve’s smile had gone and a mask shuttered his features.

Eddie frowned and then realized why.

“Sometimes you’ve got walk before you can run,” Eddie said putting his phone away. “And when you do release that kickass alt rock album, give me a call, I want in.”

Steve’s expression cleared to something resembling hope. “Yeah? I’d like that. A lot.”

The guys were in the green room clearing up their stuff, so Jess and Steve left them to it.

“Those boys know what you are?” she asked, popping a cap off a beer and sliding it over to him.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Steve said, scraping the label with his fingernail.

“Steve,” Jess said, low. “A lot of us figured you for gay or at the very least bisexual.”

Steve’s head rocked up in shock. “What?”

“I don’t know how you thought you were being subtle,” Jess said opening up a beer for herself. “You were eyeing Billy’s ass as often as you were eyeing Nancy’s tits.”

Steve blushed.

“So I’m gonna ask again,” Jess said, leaning on the bar. “Do those boys know what you are?”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “I’d sure hope so. I’m flirting with their lead singer.”

Jess boggled. “You’re Steve, the Steve that sent the flowers?”

Steve grinned.

“That’s right,” Gareth said, coming up from behind. “Steve-o here sent our Eddie flowers.”

“And what flowers they were,” Eddie agreed. “Very metal.”

Steve laughed again. “That’s a good thing I hope.”

“The best,” Eddie said with a wink.

“Beers for all you boys?” Jess asked.

“I’d kill for a cocktail,” Brian said. “Not sure what I’m in the mood for, but I want something sweet.”

Steve chuckled. “I know how to make one cocktail. Learned for an girlfriend who loved them.”

Jess raised an eyebrow. “This I’ve got to see.” She stepped out from behind the bar and bowed.

Steve laughed.

“All you boys wanna try this or am I just making one for Brian?” he said as he slid easily behind the bar, looking around for what he needed. “Where are your glasses?”

Jess pointed them out and looked over his shoulder. Everyone agreed to try Steve’s little cocktail so he got out four glasses. Poured the tequila, orange juice and the grenadine making a beautiful color gradient in the glass.

Everyone grabbed a glass and downed the drink.

Jeff began coughing. “Holy shit, dude, that is way too sweet.”

Gareth shrugged. “It’s not bad, but it’s not my thing.”

Brian grabbed their glasses and hoarded them. “I’ll take them then. Mine!”

Everyone laughed.

Steve turned to Eddie. “So what did you think?”

Eddie looked him in the eyes. “It’s good. Not something I’d order myself. But if I was handed it to me a party I wouldn’t turn it down.”

“Fair enough,” Steve said.

“So what’s it called?” Jeff asked. “The Harrington special?”

“Fuck no,” Steve said with a laugh. “It was invented in the 70s.”

“You going to tell us what it is, then, big boy?” Eddie teased.

“I don’t want to say, it’s embarrassing.”

Jess laughed. “I’d say. So cliche, man.” She slapped the bar. “You learned it for an ex girlfriend, should I guess the one?”

“No, no, nope,” Eddie said, waving his hands. “I don’t want to know. Let me enjoy the drink.”

Jess laughed and Steve blushed.

“You can look it up,” Steve mumbled. “It’s the second fill in when you start typing in tequila.”

The boys hurried to pull out their phones. One by one they started laughing when they got their answer.

Eddie rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. “Hey Siri.”

“Yes?” came the robotic voice.

“What is the drink called with orange juice, tequila, and grenadine?”

“A tequila sunrise.”

Eddie slowly licked his lips. “Thanks, Siri.”

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16

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dearabby1990 · 5 months ago

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Chapter 32: Hellfire Hangout

After everyone finished their drinks after last call Eddie had an idea to hold a hellfire sleepover beings most of the guys are off to college after the summer. You know he’s been wanting to try & spend time with them & you love them all anyway & agree. On the way back to you & Eddie’s place everyone is hungry so you all stop at the diner for a late night bite to eat before your movie marathon. As soon as you unlock the front door Gareth comes barreling past you & Eddie “sorry gotta use the bathroom!!” You both chuckle “At the end of the hall door on the left Gareth!!” You hear it slam & shake your head. “Okay gentlemen I’m gonna get changed hit the bathroom & I’ll be right back to make some snacks & babe pull out the movies please” he winks at you “you got it beautiful” you whisk away upstairs. Jeff nudges Eddie “soo… when are you gonna ask her?” “Dude shut up what if she hears you” Eddie whisper yells “we’ll talk about this when she’s not in ear shot” the both nod in agreement. Meanwhile you change into a pair of your favorite pajama pants and a janis Joplin t shirt & goto see if the bathroom is free. The door is cracked meaning gareth is finished in there you goto brush your teeth when it happens.. you’re smacked in the face with the smell of death he didn’t crack a window or even try and spray your perfume to mask what he had just done you come barreling down the stairs nostrils flared fists at your sides and eyes wide “woah babe what’s wrong?!” You whip your head at Eddie “oh what’s wrong? What’s wrong?!” You whip your head to gareth “YOU NASTY BASTARD YOU COULDNT HAVE CRACKED THE WINDOW?! YOU CROP DUSTED THE ENTIRE UPSTAIRS I ALMOST DIED!!” The entire room erupts into a fit of laughter you’re still pissed gareth looks at you “it’s not my fault I swear I told Eddie those nachos are for people with iron stomachs!!” You throw a can of air freshener at him “Here Señior Caca go take care of that I can’t be brushing my teeth & breathing in the mustard gas that’s come out of your ass!” Jeff shoots cola through his nose laughing all the boys are holding their stomachs like girls at a slumber party giggling “hey munson how come you never told us she was so funny?” Eddie just shakes his head “she’s a natural comedian but we all know gareth smells like a corpse when he farts so I can only imagine how horrible it smells after he drops trail” “ew ed stop I’m gonna puke” you giggle “I have a sensitive nose as it is I just can’t”. You head into the kitchen as the guys decide on a movie you come back with 2 trays of snacks “okay guys there’s popcorn chips red vines & I made some white chocolate raspberry cookies this morning too” Eddie’s eyes light up like a kid on Christmas “babe you made my favorite cookies & are just telling me now?!” “Yes Ed’s if I told you this morning they’d be gone already” you laugh & head back to grab drinks “here ya go boys there’s some beers & sodas I got Mountain Dew & Dr Pepper did you decide what we’re watching?” They all get comfy around the living room “yeah babe poltergeist your favorite” yay it really was your favorite. Everyone got comfortable around the living room gareth Jeff & freak sprawled on the floor on sleeping bags & you & Eddie on the sofa hun sitting as you lay with your head on his lap while he plays with your hair. It gets to the part when the tree busts through the window snatching carol Anne’s brother you all jolt & giggle knowing you all just almost pissed yourselves. It’s times like these you’re so thankful that you decided to move here & find your own happiness & not just a real home but people surrounding you that feel like home. Eddie sees you deep in thought. “Hey love you okay?” You hum “mhmm just thinking” “about?..” you look up at him & smile “about how lucky I feel to have you with me & such amazing friends & a life I wouldn’t have if not for you & your beautiful heart.. thank you Ed’s for everything i love you”.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #gareth emerson x reader

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arcplaysgames · 2 years ago

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Arc Plays: Persona 5 Strikers

we're back, baberinos

Hello, my name is Arcturus, you may call me Archie, so begins our fourth liveblog. For the liveblogs of Persona 3 Portable, Persona 4 Golden, and Persona 5 Royal, please see the pinned post.

I'm going into this knowing:

a. I have never played a Musuo game ever so that'll be interesting.

b. This takes place in the Persona 5 Vanilla ending, so no Akechi dodging the bullet of fate and no Maruki to come in and steal my fucking heart. Alas.

c. ALLEGEDLY this game is surprisingly good for being a genre-shifted spin-off done with Koei Tecmo.

d. yo this main title theme is a jam

I'm not buying your JackCoin, Atlus, go away.

MAN these games LOVE to start in medias res huh? I respect it. Our beloved boy is flipping and jumping along the rooftops of a city and being chased by a helicopter shadow. I ADORE the design of this gunship guy, with just a hand holding the gattling gun.

It feels like a bit of a in-joke between the game and the player to have Joker do a flying leap onto this helishadow to rip its mask off. HE HAS THE ONE MOVE, OKAY, IT'S ALL HE HAS.

Joker on Halloween needs to be tied up like a werewolf at the full moon or else he will just run around town ripping people's masks off.

Oooh I'm gonna need to remember to install a better font.

But ONCE AGAIN JOKER IS THE BAIT. He is always the bait. HE ONLY HAS THE ONE ROLE OKAY IT'S ALL HE HAS.

Cops are demons, got it. The only difference between MegaTen and IRL is that in MegaTen you can negotiate with them.

MUSUO SURE IS DIFFERENT FROM TURN BASED BATTLE HUH. Oh my god this is gonna take a grip to get used to, but the ability to summon Arsene on the fly is pretty sweet. So far, Joker is the only Persona MC who seems to have a more than surface-level relationship with his persona, and I really dig that. The others are just a bit of winkyface foreshadowing (Orpheus) or a dude who becomes super important late in the game with no build up (Izanagi). Arsene feels much more personal.

is this a ROAD TRIP GAME? are we going on a ROAD TRIP? also i love you, Yusuke, it's fucking the middle of summer and you STILL are in full pants and a fucking knee-length elegant coat.

Speaking of Yusuke, I am concerned. Can Sojiro just adopt him already???? Is anyone making sure Yusuke isn't fucking dead while Reverie and Morgana are gone? christ.

you look so much like a Chaz. you look like you were in an acoustic band from 1992 to 1995. you look like you have five piercings in each ear but use none of them because your stuffy cop job. you look like you do a half windor knot because you don't know how to do a proper one.

ANYWAY PLOT DUMP: It's the summer after the Phantom Thieves' whole big thang, and all of a sudden, people seem to be having changes of heart? Like, a finance minister suddenly confessed to documents tampering, three councilmen confessed to bribery and resigned, etc.

I love how he's "Bearded Man" but that's like barely a beard. Anyway, his name is Inspector Hasegawa.

lmao a full investigation of Reverie's life, please refer them to my liveblog, I got 'em covered. lemme save y'all time and sum up:

REVERIE'S CHILDHOOD: idk he lived in a small town or something and was just a kid

SHIDO THING: fuckhead Shido framed a fucking teenager for assault and subsequently threatened his entire future because y'all's politicians are morally bankrupt fuckwits and the stigma on criminals in japan is outrageous and the whole public record thing is yikes

MOVING TO TOKYO: everyone was awful all the time and treated Reverie like shit and you're all lucky to still have in-tact tires bc I would have been slashing them personally

METAVERSE: Reverie got in touch with his inner scene kid/drama student and turned into a phantom thief and did some shit that was frankly concerning ethically-speaking until the world nearly ended.

PAN-GALACTIC YARGLEBARGLE: big cup. catboy knock cup off table. world saved.

AKECHI: oh my god we don't have the time to summarize this shit

MARUKI: i miss him

A BOY AND HIS CAT: Reverie and Morgana went back to unnamed-small-town to restart their lives.

Boom, you're welcome.

Also wouldn't Sae have all the information these fools need? where is Sae. oh right she's a defense attorney now right. that's neat.

Ann, reknowned hater of Morgana, reaches out and rubs Morgana's head. With malice aforethought, I presume.

Okay okay I'll lay off.

thanks dad bye dad love you dad you're the best dad, dad.

boogie woogie woogie.

Everyone hangs out in the old attic and catches up. Futaba is doing well adjusting to school, and Haru is in college for business but seems to be trying to take every Ag class they will let her.

so like do you wanna lay you head in Reverie's lap and talk about it, Yusuke?

The crew decides to kick off summer with a barbecue, because nothing is more fun than being in 92F degree weather and then standing around a fucking fire, right?

oh no

OH HELL NO

WELL THREE CHEERS FOR CONSISTENT CHARACTERIZATION, YOU ARE ALL STILL AS DUMB AS A BOX OF PARTICULARLY DIM ROCKS

IS THAT FUCKING META

listen, I am a person who refuses to allow any google assistant or siri or what the fuck ever in my home. there are no listening devices allowed. my phone is set up to only listen to me when i physically press a button to allow it to hear me. this is madness.

There are no other options. Reverie Vantas the Fifth rides again!

#p5s #persona liveblog

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sakurachan7734 · 6 months ago

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Love in my dreams and In real life to

Chapter 4: park date

Saturday at 3:12 pm

Zachary: so why can’t we go on Sunday? It would’ve been less crowded.

Aristotle: definitely but I have church tomorrow

Zachary: ah ok

Aristotle: but what did you want to do here?

Zachary: just walk around and get to know each other more

Aristotle: ok

Zachary: so do you have any other family members besides your sister and dads?

Aristotle: well apparently I do because my father said that in to months my extended family and grandparents are coming over you?

Zachary: nice! All I have is my grandmother and sister my mother died during the birth of my sister and my dad died in a car crash a year later

Aristotle: oh I’m sorry to hear that

Zachary: it’s fine it was when I was 11

Aristotle: ok do you want to come over to my house after this?

Zachary: your dads will be ok?

Aristotle: they won’t home until 11

Zachary:* blushing* will we be home alone or will your sister be with us?

Aristotle: we will be home alone

Zachary: what are we going to do?

Aristotle: watch TV probably

Zachary: what kind of shows?

Aristotle: something funny and get your mind out the gutter I could see the look on your face

Zachary: sorry sorry

Aristotle and Zachary go to Aristotle house and Zachary sits down in the living room looking around the room admiring the victorian Gothic style The entire castle is well Aristotle was in the kitchen getting some tea

Zachary: you have a very nice house

Aristotle:* places a tea tea down* thank you my dads put a lot of effort trying to make it look perfect

Zachary: I can tell

Aristotle: why don’t you have some tea while I go get changed

Zachary: ok

Aristotle pov

I head upstairs to change out of my dress, pants and my boots into some comfy shorts and baggy T-shirt and I was correct this is the boy I saw in my dreams and he is exactly what I saw if not better then when he was my dreams i know it’s weird changing clothes while somebody is here but that my dress my pants and my knee-high boots get really uncomfortable after a couple hours

A few minutes later Aristotle comes back downstairs and sits next to Zachary

Zachary:* chuckles* I thought you were joking when you said that you had bird feet and hands

Aristotle: nope I wasn’t! My father said that his side of the family are a special species of animal where they are half human half animal my fathers parents are part crow

Zachary: ok I thought you couldn’t take the mask off?

Aristotle: oh I can because while we were in Florida, I cut my own mask off

Zachary: how did you do that?

Aristotle: oh I pored rubbing alcohol over my face stole my father scalp and cut it all off

Zachary: Jesus dude are you OK?

Aristotle: yea my father bandaged up my face a minute he got home and kicked down the bathroom door

Zachary: oh good thing you’re OK

Aristotle:* leans against Zachary* I know I’m surprised I’m alive

Zachary: yea anyway you look nice

Aristotle: thanks sorry if I was gone for too long it takes forever to take my dress and makeup off

Zachary: no it’s fine

Zachary and Aristotle sat together and watched some tv until Aristotles parents came home and they snuck upstairs to Aristotles bedroom

Zachary: wow you’re room is amazing

Aristotle: thanks* sits down on their bed*

Zachary: is your bed comfortable?

Aristotle: yea it is you can sit down if you want

Zachary: ok why do you have human biology posters all over your wall?

Aristotle: oh it’s something I do in my spare time

Zachary: what do you mean?

Aristotle: well do you remember yesterday that I brought a dead fog back to life? Well my father taught me how to do that!

Zachary: oh that that’s impressive

Aristotle: I know right

Florence:* from downstairs* ARISTOTLE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU INVITED SOMEONE OVER WHEN WE TOLD YOU NOT TO!!!

Aristotle: you should probably go

Zachary: ok

Zachary climbs out through a window and starts running to his apartment

Zoe: so how was your date?

Zachary: don’t call it a date we just want to the park and hanged out at their house

Zoe: how was it like inside that castle?

Zachary: it was really pretty I didn’t for the entire castle maybe next to go over I can look around

The next day at Jackson cabin

Jackson: soo what happened yesterday?

Zachary: nothing special we just hanged out at the park in their house but I had a feeling that they were trying to make a move on me and I am to stupid to notice

Jackson: well what were they doing?

Zachary: well they were leaning really close to me they invited me into their room

Jackson: i’m no relationship guru or anything but definitely kind of sounds like that they were trying to get you to do something, but don’t jump to conclusions

Zachary: I know but I still feel like a idiot

Jackson: I can see why

The next day at lunch

Aristotle: hay I’m sorry for acting weird yesterday I understand if you were uncomfortable

Zachary: nah it’s fine you probably don’t invite anyone to your house over often so you probably got really comfortable being yourself with me immediately

Aristotle: good I had a fun time yesterday I would love to hang out more!

Zachary: me to!

Jackson: hay sorry to ruin the mood over here. You guys wanna go to that concert next month?

Aristotle: yea what kind of concert?

Zachary: my favorite band called “ eyes beyond the hate” they are really good!

Aristotle: what kind of band are they?

Jackson: metal!!

Aristotle: like heavy metal?

Zachary: no do you want to come?

Aristotle: I would love to! What day?

Jackson: Sunday the 10th

Aristotle: oh I have church that day……. But I could skip this is the first time I have friends!

Jackson: you didn’t have any friends in your old houses and country’s you lived in?

Aristotle: no everybody where I used to live found me scary and since I moved so much, I didn’t see a point in trying to make friends

Zachery: then we can get you a ticket!

Aristotle: oh no I can pay do buy in person or online and is Charlie coming?

Zachary: in person and yes Charlie is coming we’re gonna try disguise him as human

Aristotle: ok how long is the concert?

Zachary: starts at 12 and ends at seven

Aristotle: ok thanks for inviting me

Jackson: anytime bird face!

Aristotle: don’t call me that again

Jackson: sorry

End of chapter

#scp foundation #scp #scp containment breach #scp fan child

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obsidiancreates · 2 years ago

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Out Of The Shadows and Into The Neon (Part 6)

"I don't know about this," Leo whispers as Raph struggles with the manhole cover.

"You're the one who said we're basically already ninjas," Raph grunts. "Mikey, help me with this!"

"Plus, I need stuff to start building, and Dad still won't let me use the stuff in the lab unless he's watching." Donnie holds out a drawing. "You want a go-kart, right?"

"Yeah. But, we've only been training for a year-"

"We're six years old, bro! Basically adults!" Mikey shouts. Everyone covers their ears and glares at him, and he giggles. "Sorry."

"Adults can move covers," Leo points out, crossing his arms. Ha! That should get them to give up on this.

It doesn't.

"So all four of us make one adult." Raph pushes at it again.

Donnie nods. "He's right. Six plus six is twelve, and twelve plus twelve is twenty-four. So all together we're old enough to do whatever we want."

Leo thinks over Donnie's logic. That does track...

"Okay." He climbs up higher. "Donnie?"

They all four shove!

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"The... buildings... are... taller... than... I... thought," Donnie pants as they finally pulls themselves up to the rooftop. "How.... how do... our Dads... do this?"

"Maybe... they're short... sometimes," Mikey huffs, laying on his back. "Uuuuuhhhhgggggg..."

"Come on." Raph sucks in a breath. "We... are... big kids!"

"We're... two.. feet... tall," Leo pants.

They all take a long time to catch their breath, and once they do, finally move to peer over the side of the roof.

"So which way to the scrapyard, D?" Mikey whispers as they all stare in awe at the rushing traffic and neon lights.

"Um..." Donnie looks around. "I thought we'd see it from up here..."

"Oh, no!" Leo throws his hands up. "We're lost! I knew it!"

"No!" Donnie pulls on Leo's mask tails. "We're not lost! We just- we just need to find it! And... and we can find it by finding mutants!"

"We aren't supposed to talk to other mutants though," Mikey says. "Except like, Todd."

"So we'll find Todd." Donnie nods to himself. "It won't be hard, I grabbed this!" He reaches into his little backpack and pulls out a small device. "It's some kind of tracker! So it finds things!"

"Like Todd?" Raph looks at it. "It looks old."

"Yeah... I found it in Dad's old stuff. But look!"" Donnie holds it up. "A blip!"

"Is it Todd?" Mikey yanks it back down.

"Maybe! Whatever it is, it'll be cool!"

"Let's go then!"

"Wait-"

But his brothers are already off, so Leo just follows. They fumble their way down the fire escape and then sneak through the streets, hiding in alleyways and avoiding crowds.

"I don't like crowds," Raph decides after a while. "I hate them."

"So let's go home," Leo whispers.

"But we're on an adventure, bro!" Mikey holds up his little plywood and foam nunchucks. "And we've got weapons!"

"Not really." Leo pulls a dull wooden shuriken out of his own bag.

"I do." Donnie pats his backpack without looking up from the screen. "I brought real ones."

"LEMME SEE!" Mikey yanks the bag, making Donnie yelp and fall over. Mikey gasps and pulls out the weapons. "Where did you get these, dude?!"

"Pop-pop's room." Donnie dusts himself off. "After he had his milk and cake."

"Whoa..."

"Real ones..." Leo holds his hand out and Mikey hands it over. He's never held a real weapon before... it's so heavy! And cold, and smooth... and... "Awesome!"

"See? This is fun!" Raph punches his shoulder. "And look! Donnie's thing says we're close!"

They keep following, Leo keeping the shuriken in hand as they go. They weave through the streets, Stealth and Paying Attention To Surroundings the thing they've gone over the absolute most in training. Finally they reach-"

"A hotel?" Donnie scratches his head. "But... this isn't a junkyard."

"Or Todd's place." Mikey pouts. "Aw, man. I wanted to play with the puppies..."

"Maybe it finds lost stuff?" Leo looks at the screen, but he can't figure it out at all. "Maybe Auntie April stayed here and lost something."

"Then we should go in and get it for her," Raph says.

"But-but we're not in dis-dis-guys-says," Donnie argues. "We can't!"

"I got it!" Mikey runs into the alleyway, and then comes back with four giant hoodies. "Someone just left these one some string!"

"That's stealing!" Leo shakes his head. "We can't!"

"If we give them back after, it's borrowing. Right, Donnie?"

"Mikey's right..." Donnie grabs one of the hoodies and wiggles into it. It's so big that it completely covers his whole body all the way down to his feet, and more, completely bunched up on the ground. "Perfect!"

"We have our buttons, right?" Leo checks, hesitantly putting another hoodie on.

"Duh," Raph says, pulling the hood over his face. "There! Just like human kids!"

And so they find themselves waddling in, trying very hard not to trip on the fabric under their feet. They reach the front desk, but it's far too tall for them. So Raph does his best to pick Donnie up, but they both fall over. So Mikey gets on his hands and knees, and Donnie stands on his back.

"Excuse me," Donnie squeaks. "We think our auntie left something here. Or someone did."

"Someone?" The receptionist raises an eyebrow. "I'm not an idiot, kid."

"We have this-" Donnie puts it on the desk, "-and it um, it said something is here."

The receptionist examines it. "Oooooh. One second." She dials a number on her phone. "Hello? Yes, please inform- no, this is important, you remember when those four came in with the warnings- yes, yes, exactly. Okay, thank you." She puts the phone back and smiles at Donnie. "My boss will be down in a moment. Please come with me."

"Okay!" Donnie chirps. He climbs down, and the four follow the lady. Leo rubs the shuriken in his hand, hidden in the giant sleeve. They have this, so everything will be okay!

They sit on the fancy couch and wait. Mikey kicks his feet, laughing and flapping the long sleeves around. Donnie pulls his mask tails forward and chews on them, looking around the room and humming to himself. Raph pouts as they wait, and Leo keeps his eyes on the door.

It feels like forever to their child minds. Finally they hear a clicky sound like when Auntie April wears her tall shoes when she's being fancy, and-

"OH! The tiny turtley-boos, why I never thought I'd see you in person!" The woman sweeps all four of them up into her arms. "Look at you, no wonder your dear daddums were all so tiffed up about you! You're as teeny-weeny as nibblets!"

"We're not teeny!" Raph tries to squirm out of the woman's shockingly strong grip. "We're big kids!"

"You know our dads?" Donnie asks, pushing away a little too look up at her with wide eyes.

"Oh, of course I do, little snookie-bookums! I was nearly your grandma-ma!" She laughs, and it sounds nothing like Auntie April's or Auntie Cass's laughs. It's high-pitched and quick, and strange, like her funny accent.

"You WERE?!" Mikey shouts. "HOW?!"

"I dated your delicious little grandfather," she says with a dreamy sigh. "But! I was warned very intensely about this." She practically sings her sentence. "And I have called your fathers."

"Awww! Nooo! We're on an adventure!" Mikey pushes away harder. "I don't like you anymore!"

"Oh, if it was my choice I'd keep you little shelly-coos and let you run around my Battle Nexus to your hearts content! But, your fathers made it quite clear that I wasn't to do anything to you, and I don't need them ruining my business yet again." She finally sets them down. "What about you, little boo-blue? You haven't said a word, and your Papa is so very chatty!"

"Um." Leo shuffles his feet. "Are we in trouble?"

"With me? No, not a bit," the woman promises with a grin. "Big Mama adores little sweetie-beanies like you! Your daddumses, however..."

"I told you!" Leo shoves Raph. "I told you we'd be in trouble!"

"Hey!" Raph shoves him back. "You thought it was fun too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

Donnie pulls Mikey closer to him as Leo and Raph keep shoving.

"Now now!" Big Mama tuts. She picks both tots up by the backs of their hoodies. "No roughhousing in the lobby! Not to worry, Big Mama knows exactly what'll make you boys feel better!"

And suddenly they find themselves riding in an elevator.

Donnie tugs on the hem of Big Mama's dress as they wait to reach their floor. "Big Mama? Did you know Pop-Pop when he was human?"

"I did." She smiles. "Why?"

"Did you stop liking him because he wasn't human anymore?"

Big Mama laughs. "Not at all! He's even more scrumpity-yumptious now than he was before! In fact, Big Mama isn't human either."

"You aren't?!"

She taps her brooch. "This lets me look like one. I can show you how I look without it when we get to the viewing lobby."

"Wow..." Donnie looks at the brooch with sparkling eyes. "How does it work?"

"Why, it's mystic, little toddly-tot."

"Oh." Donnie frowns. "I like science."

"Just like your father," she hums. "He built me something once, you know. Maybe you'd like to build for me too one day?"

Donnie thinks. "I have to ask him."

"So a no," she sighs. "Ah well. We'll speak again when you're older about it. Here we are!" The elevator dings, and she ushers them out.

All around them are Yokai and mutants sitting at fancy tables eating fancy foods, watching something on big crystals hanging from the ceilings. Leo looks at the screens, and frowns.

"HEY!" He puts his hands on his hips like he's seen Uncle Raphie do. "Those people are fighting! Why isn't anyone helping?"

"They're fighting on purpose," Big Mama says, smiling again. "To entertain! It's a deliferiously swonderfull event, isn't it?"

"So who's the bad guy?" Raph stands on his tippy-toes trying to see the screens better.

"No-one! They're just seeing who's better!"

"Like training!" Mikey grins up at her. "We do that!"

"Oh, how perfuddily-tastic! Let's get a better seat, then!"

She leads them to a table behind some ropes, and four other people quickly bring over tall chairs and plop the boys into them. Just as quickly food is placed on the table in front of Big Mama, while four waiters all stand at the ready beside the boys.

"PIZZA!" Mikey cheers. "Pizza with every topping you have!"

"Can I just have cheese?" Donnie asks.

"Pepperoni!" Raph demands with a grin.

"I want mushrooms, please," Leo says with a polite smile. Tío Hueso told him how important being polite in restaurants is once when he had to babysit during a big mission one day, and Leo has been waiting eagerly to use his perfect manners!

It seems like the waiters have barely left when perfect pizza slices are brought out, along with glasses of chocolate milk and soda! The four boys cheer and dig in!

"So, little buddily-boos," Big Mama says, watching them over her glasses. "Are you going into the same business as your fathers?"

"Yeah!" Raph doesn't bother swallowing his mouthful to say it, which makes Big Mama make a disgusted face.

"We've been training a whole year!" Mikey informs her, bouncing in his seat. "And we're really good!"

"Really?" Her eyes sparkle, and Leo doesn't know why, but he doesn't like it. "Do you enjoy fighting?"

"I do!" Raph grins at her. "I'm really good at it!"

"We all are!" Donnie pipes up, glaring at Raph.

"I'm the best!"

"No, I am," Mikey says.

Leo wants to say he is, but something about this makes him feel small. Small and scared. He nibbles on his pizza quietly and looks up at the crystal.

The guys aren't fighting like in training. They're fighting like they're actually trying to hurt each other. ... That doesn't seem fun like she said it is.

"Well, that's just delifittle to hear!" Big Mama praises as Mikey and Raph go on about their skills and Donnie interrupts to talk about all the things he wants to make. "I'd love to see you all in action someday!"

"I'm sure you would."

Leo relaxes when he hears his dad's voice. It's his angry-cheery voice, but he doesn't use that on Leo, so he's not in trouble yet. His dad and uncles appear in complete silence, like the awesome ninjas they are, and Leo can't help but grin about it when Big Mama startles.

"Well, turtley-"

"Save it," Donald says flatly, scooping Donnie up out of his chair. "Thank you for calling us, but we heard you. You are on thin ice right now."

"Our boys are not joining your Nexus," Raphie says firmly, picking Raph up (and allowing Raph to keep hold of his fancy plate with his pizza on it). "Ever. Got it?"

"I was just making small talk."

"Yeah, sure." Angelo narrows his eyes at her as he puts Mikey on his shoulders. "We're watchin' you, Mama. I'm still waiting on that full turnaround from you."

"You'll never see that, dearums." Big Mama keeps smiling, and Leo only feels safe once he's picked up and in his dad's arms. "But tell-"

"We will not tell him you say Hi," Donald cuts her off again. "But we will let him know you called us right away and did not hurt them, which is the best you can hope for from us." He looks at Donnie. "She did call right away, didn't she?"

Donnie nods. "She said she did before we met her."

"Good."

"Well, it's been tense and creepy as always!" Leon says. "Hope we won't have to see you anytime soon!"

And then they're in the elevator. And Leon holds Leo out in front of him. "And what do you have to say for yourself?"

Leo points at Raph. "He asked me to come!"

Raph points at Donnie. "He wanted to find the junkyard!"

Donnie points at Mikey. "He said we should actually do it!"

Mikey tries to point at someone, but there's no-one left to accuse. "Um, well- well, Pop-Pop fell asleep!"

"Really?" Donald's eyebrow raises. Uh-oh. "So who's idea was it to turn off the door's child lock?"

All eyes slide to Donnie, who sinks his head into his shell until only his eyes peek out.

"I'll be upgrading the system when we get home, and you are no longer allowed to watch me when I work on it."

"But-!"

"Would you rather be grounded?"

"... No..." Donnie pops entirely into his shell. Leo knows he's sulking.

"And you!" Raphie shakes his head at Raph. "Blaming your brother and sneaking out? I know you better than that, little man!"

"We've been doing all the training! We can handle it!" Raph says, pouting again. "We're not babies!"

"You're still little," Raphie says, sighing. "Look, if you guys are that antsy, we'll think about taking you out sometimes to look around close to the lair. But you went really far into the city! What if it wasn't someone we'd talked to who found you?"

"We have our buttons," Leo says softly, holding it out to his dad.

"But that's not always enough," Leon says, keeping his own voice soft too.

"We were just trying to have an adventure," Mikey sniffs. "I'm sorry, daddy."

"We just need you guys to understand that it's not safe," Angelo says, reaching up to hold Mikey's hand. "We've got a lotta people who don't like us much, and there's also just mean people everywhere."

"Big Mama was nice," Mikey says.

"Because we've told her she has to be. She wasn't always nice."

"But mean people turn nice all the time. Like Papa Draxum and-and Auntie Cass, right?"

"Sometimes they don't." Leon shakes his head. "We'll talk about this more at home, but... look, it turned out okay today, but it won't always. We don't want you guys to get hurt, alright? Because sometimes it hurts for a long, long time."

"... Like your nightmares?" Leo whispers.

His dad sags. "... Yeah. Like my nightmares." He pulls leo close again, and Leo hugs his dad.

"I'm sorry," Leo says with a sniffle, starting to cry. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know." His dad sounds like he's about to cry too. "You now better now, right?"

"Mm-hmm."

"I'm sorry too," Leo hears Raph mumble. "I just wanna be strong already."

"I know. But this isn't how to do it," Raphie says. He kisses the top of Raph's head. "Like your Uncle Leon said, we'll talk more when we get home. Okay?"

"Okay."

"I said I'm sorry, right?" Mikey whispers.

"Yes, you did."

"Okay. ... Can I finish my pizza?"

"You can."

"Okay."

Leo hears his dad and uncles all laugh a little, and he hugs his dad tighter.

He doesn't want to give his dad nightmares. Ever.

He promises himself he'll never get hurt bad enough to scare his dad that bad. Ever.

#tmnt 2k12 #tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #tmnt crossover #reincarnated au #tmnt fic #tmnt fanfiction #fanfic #my attempts at fanfic

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theallenshorefangirl · 1 year ago

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Small wholesome conversation between Sorrow and Shade cause they have huge older bro younger sister vibes (and would spout out Vines for days)

* The room they were in had a dial to change the setting from beautiful eclipses and different colored moons and phases. A ocean whitenoise box plays in the background as a teapot whistled loud*

Shade:*he wasn't in his pit form but more of a ghostly human like skeleton.instead of his brown hair, it was black and had an asphalt like texture,his eyes was a black scalea and yellow iris could be seen from his glasses and had a half mask that almost looked like sorrows only it was a black asphalt like mask with with the fangs. He wore a full black t-shirt and pj pants with his jacket and had slippers on* (it's his chill/nap time) Sorrow? Sorrow? Dang it Sorrow were are you.

Sorrow:*she was carrying a tray of snacks with some hot coco powder in two glasses and sets them down near the teapot* what do you want?

Shade:I was wondering if you needed help. I know you can sometimes get overwhelmed with stuff. *He cleaned a spot for the three tiered tray of fresh baked treats*

Sorrow:no it's fine,I got a chill up my spine and I can't find my ink sweater and you know how I get without it.

Shade:*he grabs her fuzzy blanket and lays it on her shoulders* Here, just wears this til we find it ok,I mean, I get like that when I don't have my jacket even in the heat.I always bring a jacket with me *he took off his jacket*

Sorrow:*she pours the hot water into the coco powdered cups that waft a nice chocolate smell.She then decorates it with whipped cream,shaved dark chocolate and a toasted marshmallow and even added some sprinkles* here carefully now I know how you get with melting

Shade:Oh, I got it under control, well, only here outside in my little area its hard.

Sorrow:it must be *the masks' fanged teeth dropped down as she yawns and took a bite of the scone treat.and she remembered she Usually covered her mouth when yawning or eating and nervously turned to the Shade who's mask did the same.they both laughed aloud.*

Shade:hey it's fine you made this mask for me remember it's so cool and spooky *he had cookie crumbs all over his half mask* and man these cookies and scones are delicious!

Sorrow:*she laughed and sipped her coco* it is pretty good *she got upcand changed the rooms dial to a more yellow and lilac sky that was calming to the eyes and the star and moon patern was a dark blue* is that good?

Shade:*he nods* perfect for a small nap *he finished his coco and yawns * ok, you silly goose time for a nap! *he looked around, but she was like gone*

Sorrow:*she snuck up behind him in her 3rd form,breathing down his neck* Boo

Shade:*he jumped about 3 ft in the air and fell backward* Holy shit, dude, don't do that! *he gave her a you really just did that look before laughing*

Sorrow:*she turns back into her first phase and hugs him* Did I do good? You know I was practicing for when you know who comes!

Shade:*he nods* you sure did! I mean didn't you see me jump!? That's so cool!

Sorrow:good to *yawns* know *she nodded as she fell asleep*

Shade:*he packed her to a giant bed that had a moon veil that draped over the top of the bed. He tucked her in and quietly sang a tune.Whwn she was asleep, he shut the door and cleaned up the small area they had coco and cookies at and turned off all the lights,it lights up with the glow stars and moons allover the room* Rest well *he leaves*

(Give him an award for best brother ○,□,○)

#insoundmindocthesorrow

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Forbidden - Part 1

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Summary: Meeting the perfect woman at a party has three complications: 1) you're married; 2) she's your student; 3) she’s too good to let go.

Word count: 7.648 || Pronouns: she/her

Warnings: (a lot of) smut [18+ only!], alcohol

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You got to the party a few minutes before the time you scheduled with Tony, and the place was already crowded. The loud music pounding on the speakers and the smell of alcohol and smoke did nothing to encourage you to enter that hell of a place. But you remember your brother’s convincing - or rather, annoying - arguments, and you sigh softly, putting your hands in the pants pockets of your red suit as you walk in.

“You need to have some fun, man, you look like you were hit by a car.” The man had said the other day, laughing softly, and you left out the fact that you’ve been quite unable to sleep or eat properly as you told him you were just busy with work. The argument was of no use, of course, since Tony insisted it was just another reason to celebrate, since you finally got the job you wanted for so long.

Xavier Institute is the most respected art college in the country and one of the best in the world. Working there has been a dream of yours since you graduated, and Tony, who has known you forever and kept track of all your efforts, insisted that you celebrate the realization of this dream together.

But you looked for the man everywhere and found no sign of him. You think about going home, but you've already gone through all the work of getting here and the effort of coming up with a costume. So you sigh softly, and make your way to the bar to get yourself something to drink, checking your phone to see if you got any text from your brother but finding no notifications at all.

As you wait for your drink by the bar, you try to fit as comfortably as possible into the cluster of people around the counter, and the pair beside you catches your attention. The first one that draws your attention is the girl. She wears a set of tight-fitting dark red clothes - pants and a long-sleeved blouse - with several black details and runes drawn on them, covered by a half-skirt of the same color. Her dark hair is covered with an orange dye made not to last long, and the wavy locks are held by some sort of crown that goes all the way down to her cheekbones, accentuating them. And she's absolutely breathtaking.

As for the other person, it’s a guy dressed up in a lazy attempt at a Michael Myers costume, with a faded gray jumpsuit, a generic white mask, and his hair thrown back with exorbitant amounts of gel. The boy holds a plastic knife in one hand, using the other to lean on the bar counter, approaching the girl as he talks on and on. It's not hard to deduce from her body language that he's bothering her, and her annoyed expression behind the tight smile lets you know he's been doing it for quite some time.

“I think everyone liked you better when you didn't talk.” Your comment takes not only the two strangers by surprise, but also yourself. Maybe what they say is true, maybe dressing up as something or someone you’re not really changes you - or rather, makes you feel comfortable enough to be who you really are. In any case, you keep your posture unfazed, playing with your glass between your fingers.

“And who are you anyway?” The Michael Myers dude asks, his tone as annoyed as his stance. “Just someone who can read the room.” You answer calmly as you shrug your shoulders, signing to the girl in between you and him as you say, “she's clearly bothered by your presence, buddy, so why don’t you just leave the girl alone?”

The man turns his mask-covered face to the girl then, but she just keeps her eyes forward, the small smirk at the corner of her lips being the only indication that she’s listening to the conversation. So he grumbles disgruntledly, stomping away like a spoiled child.

“Thanks for that.” Says the girl when the boy is away, turning her body slightly to face you. “Not needed but appreciated.” She adds with a raised eyebrow, to make sure you know she’s no damsel in distress, and you smile, nodding slightly. “Oh, trust me, he was bothering me too.” You say as you take a sip of your drink, watching her look at you in a mixture of curiosity and confusion as the citric drink slides down your throat. “I was trying to build up the courage to talk to you when he showed up.”

“Is that so?” The girl asks in an amused tone, her smirk growing as she leans her elbow on the counter, her hand supporting the side of her face as she eyes you intently. “Yeah…” You confirm, admiring the black nail polish on her neatly done fingernails. “It's been a while since I've done the whole flirting thing, especially with a woman as beautiful as you.” You risk it and the girl scrunches her nose before she says, humorously, “a bit rusty.”

“Very rusty.” You add with a grimace, making the girl giggle as you take a long sip of your drink. “I’m sorry.” You grumble as you shake your head, a bit embarrassed, and miss the way the stranger smiles sweetly at you. “You’re lucky you’re cute.” Her comment makes you look back at her again, and your eyes fall to her lips as she bites them in a smile.

“I’m Y/n.” You introduce yourself with an easy smile, offering her your hand. “Wanda.” She tells as she holds your hand with her smooth one, and you let out a hum of satisfaction at the beautiful name. “Oh, Princess Wanda, daughter of the founder of Kraków, Poland.”

“I didn’t know that.” Wanda says with an amused smile, taking a sip of her drink, holding her glass with her featherlike fingers that were previously on yours. “I know a thing or two.” You comment with a playful shrug, making her giggle softly. “It’s a pretty name. You’re from Poland?”

“Sokovia.” She corrects you, and you click your tongue, grimacing slightly at your own mistake. “Close.” You murmur behind the rim of your glass, and Wanda watches you intently, taking a sip of her drink. “Very smart for a devil.” She jokes about your costume - red suit and dark makeup -, and you let out a short laugh before shaking your head. “Oh no, I’m not a devil. Too overrated. I’m just a demon.”

“What kind of demon?” Wanda asks with a raised eyebrow, and you smirk as you shrug your shoulders. “I guess you’ll have to find out.” Your comment makes her smirk back at you, taking her glass to her red lips and finishing it in one sip, and you waste no time in offering, “can I buy you a drink, Wanda?”

“Only if you’ll dance with me after it.” Her answer is quick and provoking, and you smile with satisfaction as you agree. “Deal.”

And then you buy yourselves another round of drinks, and you keep the conversation going with such an ease that surprises the two of you. As the talk goes on, you realize Wanda is smart and funny and the more time you spend with her, the closer you want to get to her. She doesn’t seem bothered by your approaches in the slightest, smirking at all the excuses you find to touch her body.

When the new set of drinks is finished, she grabs you by the hand to take you to the dance floor, so energetically commenting on how she loves the song that’s currently playing, and you giggle softly as you intertwine your fingers with hers. Wanda doesn’t let go of your hand once you get there. In fact, she uses it to pull you even closer to her.

You’re not much of a dancer, honestly, but you let the alcohol in your system move your body to the rhythm of the music. Wanda is not shy about pressing her body on yours, fitting her ass on your front as she dances to the music. So you let your hands roam her body boldly, feeling your skin tingle with every sound you draw from her.

At some point she turns to you again, her face so close to yours that your noses are brushing, and her pupils are so dilated you can barely see the green of her eyes anymore. So you allow the adrenaline and lust to take over you, and you press your lips to hers firmly, your hands on the sides of her face to pull her close. Wanda whimpers in surprise, holding the front of your shirt tightly as she matches the kiss just as eagerly, pulling you closer.

With your hand on the back of her neck, you take the other to her waist, deepening the kiss and sliding your tongue against hers with intent. The girl moans helplessly against your mouth, feeling her knees buckle as you dominate her with such ease, her hands moving to your shoulders looking for some kind of support.

When air is needed, you move your kisses to her jaw and neck, sucking on her skin and smoothing it with your tongue. Wanda shudders with every touch, moving one of her hands to your hair, gripping it tightly to encourage you to keep going, her whimpers and sighs against your ear almost muffled by the loud music.

Pushing your body forwards, you move together until her back hits the nearest wall, your torso pressed to hers even closer now. Moving your face up again, your mouth meets hers again in a kiss so hungry that Wanda’s head spins, her entire body surrendering to you as she kisses you back.

With one hand firmly on her waist, you take the other to her thigh, pulling her leg up to your hip and setting your thigh in between hers. The girl whimpers against your lips at the sudden pressure, her hips jerking down to press her center even further to yours, one of her hands on your neck as the other holds your arm for stability.

Wanda keeps moving her hips against you, looking for some friction to help her ease the aching in her core. To assist her, you tense up the muscle in your thigh, sucking her tongue as she moans against your mouth. Her warmth against your leg grows to the point of almost burning your leg underneath your suit, and you would’ve taken her for yourself right then and there if at that moment someone hadn't bumped into you, reminding you that you were in the middle of a party surrounded by hundreds of people.

You slow down the kiss, both of your hands on her waist as you pull your leg away. Wanda whimpers slightly, displeased by the lack, so you smile softly as you move your face away from her. The smile falters, however, when you open your eyes again and see her lips puffy from kissing so hard, and her eyes locked on yours with such desire that it’s hard to remember why you ever stopped in the first place.

“My apartment is close by.” She comments as she moves closer, keeping her lips so close to yours that they brush as she speaks. “Lead the way.” You request as you move your hands down and squeeze her ass harshly, pressing her further against you. Wanda grunts at the delicious pain, taking your lower lip between her teeth and pulling it harshly, to the point of stinging. You hiss softly, but before you could kiss her again, she’s pulling away, and holding your hand to guide you out of the crowded party.

The air outside is as cold as it can be for that time of the night, but both your bodies are so warm you barely notice it. As Wanda asks for a lift on an app on her phone, you’re busy giving her a hard time, fitting your body behind hers and moving her hair to the side so you can have free access to her neck. The girl complains about not being able to focus, but you just keep kissing her skin underneath her ear, smiling as you hear her sigh.

With the ride on its way, Wanda teases you back by pushing her ass against your center, smirking as she feels you groaning against her skin. In response, you spin her by the waist, and kiss her lips with such intent that soon her legs are giving in again. You keep your mouth on hers until the car arrives, and the two of you get in the backseat with puffy lips and messy clothes.

Wanda can’t wait for the car to arrive to give wet kisses and nibbles on your neck, and you can’t wait for her to open the front door to press her body against yours, your teeth on her earlobe and your hands on her hips. But as soon as all that is done, her mouth is back on yours, devouring each other as if that was the last meal you would ever have.

You press her against the door as soon as you’re inside the apartment, your leg back in between hers as your mouth finds her once more. Wanda sighs against your lips, moving her fingers to the front of your body, unbuttoning your shirt before she’s even taken off your suit jacket. But as soon as she’s done, she pushes it all at once down your shoulders, and you let your garments slide to the ground as you move your kisses to her jaw.

With your hands back on hers, you pull her up by the thighs, her legs wrapping around your waist at the same instant. Moving your fingers down to the sides of her body, you loosen the claps that kept her skirt secured around her hips, letting the item fall to the ground as you hold her tight, walking with her around the apartment.

Wanda tries to guide you as best as she can with your mouth on her neck and her hands on your bare back. But the two of you manage to get to her bedroom - some bumping into furniture and stopping against walls later -, and you lay her on the mattress as soon as you get there.

Her pants are what you take off first, and Wanda moves her feet to get free of her boots before the piece of clothing reaches her ankles. On your knees facing her, your mouth water at the sight of her bare legs, a red underwear covering her center. You take your time kissing the soft skin of her inner thighs, hearing her sigh as you approach her core, her legs pulling apart instinctively.

But before you reach your destination, Wanda places her fingers under your chin, pulling you up so she can kiss you again. With your hands on her hips, you pull her closer, kissing her hungrily as your fingers venture underneath her blouse, pulling the fabric as your hands slide up her back.

The girl moves her face away from yours so she can get rid of the garment, tossing it somewhere on the floor along with the rest of the clothes. It's hard to take your eyes off her breasts covered by nothing but a red lace bra, and Wanda bites her lower lip in a smile as she watches your hungry gaze on her, moving her hands to the front of your pants.

Her fingers work on your belt with such ease that you only realize what she’s done when she throws the item on the bedroom floor, her hands returning to your pants to unbutton them. As you stand up again to get rid of your pants, Wanda lies down, leaning on her elbows, and the sight makes the knot below your belly grow tighter.

As you lie on top of her, your body fitting into hers perfectly, Wanda takes her hands to your back, her legs wrapping around your waist as her fingertips slide against your skin. You barely have time to kiss her again, because soon the woman is pulling your sports top up, and you have to move away to pass it through your head.

Not wanting to be left behind, you move your lips to her jaw, your fingers finding the clasp of her bra and undoing it with one move. Wanda’s hands let go of you as she takes the item off, and you’re unable to resist the temptation to pull away to look at her, gasping softly at the sight of her naked torso underneath you. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

Wanda’s cheeks get rosier underneath her heavy makeup, smiling softly as she pulls you down again to slide her tongue on yours. Holding her by the waist, you fit your knee in between her legs, making her moan against your mouth, instantly starting to move her hips against you in search of some friction.

Deciding you’ve been too long without tasting more of her, you move your kisses down, leaving purple marks on every piece of skin you can find, her whimpers filling the room as you make each one of them. Wanda’s back arches against yours as your lips wrap around her nipple, licking and sucking until it stiffens inside your mouth.

Her hands move to your hair, gripping it and keeping you exactly where she wants you to be. Pressing your leg harder against her, you take your mouth to her other breast, giving it equal attention, smirking as you feel her wetness growing on your bare thigh. It doesn’t take long for her to grow impatient, pushing your head down, and it takes even less for you to obey, leaving a trail of wet kisses down her stomach.

When you reach her lower part, you hold her legs open for you, your eyes locked on hers as you lean down, watching her biting her lips harshly in anticipation as you kiss her center covered by the thin red fabric, her taste and scent making you roll your eyes as you grunt in satisfaction. The vibration makes Wanda whimper lowly, closing her eyes for a second, and you’re sure you’ve never seen a sight as beautiful as this one.

Wrapping your fingers around her panties, you pull them down until it slides down her legs, and make your way back up to her center as you place soft kisses along her inner thighs. Wanda’s breath hitches as you bite her skin tightly, and a loud moan rips out of her throat as you sink your face into her, your tongue savoring her pussy hungrily and collecting her juices.

As you suck her clit expertly, Wanda’s hand takes a hold of your hair, keeping your mouth exactly where she wants it to be, as the other one grips the sheets tightly. You slide your tongue along her folds, her sweet taste making your palate tingle, your core throbbing.

“Oh, yeah- fuck, don’t stop.” She lets out in between moans and whimpers, the grip on your head getting tighter as you sink your tongue inside her, your nose brushing against her clit making her see stars behind her closed eyelids. You had no intention of stopping anyways, eating her out as if your life depends on it, devouring her with everything you have.

You hold her thighs open for you as her body begins to shake, her orgasm approaching her as her moans become louder. You keep your movements steady, guiding her through her high as her back arches, her cum dripping down your chin as she thrusts her hips forwards.

Her hand makes a bit of pressure against your head, asking you to stop. But even then you don’t pull away, licking her clean, her juices running down your throat and making you feel complete. “Y/n, please-ah.” She hisses at the overstimulation, but you slide the tip of your tongue on her clit lightly.

It doesn't take long for Wanda to be ready for another, her hips jerking against you as her hand tightens on your hair again. This time, you wrap your tongue around her clit, thrusting two fingers inside her without warning, making her scream at the delicious intrusion, her walls pounding against your digits.

“Oh, fuck, so good. I’m gonna-” Her second orgasm gets to her much faster, and before the words even come out she’s squirming against your touch, her walls clenching around your fingers and her cum dripping onto the sheets. “P-please, it’s too much.” She begs in a whiny voice, her hand weekly trying to pull you away from her throbbing pussy.

But this time you obey, slowly making your way back up to her, your mouth kissing her body as she tries to regain the rhythm of her breathing. You kiss her as soon as you reach her, your tongue sliding sensually against hers and making her shudder, a low moan escaping her as she tastes herself in your mouth.

When air is needed, you move your lips to her neck. But they don’t stay there for long, because soon Wanda is placing her hands on your shoulders, and reversing your positions on the bed. “It’s my turn now.” She says huskily against your lips, and you smirk as she kisses you again, far from being opposed to it.

As she fits more comfortably on top of you, her core fits perfectly against your own, a moan leaving your lips as you grab her waist on reflex. Wanda smirks against your mouth, moving her hip experimentally and shuddering when you whimper for more, trapping your lip in between her teeth.

She pulls away from you just to remove your underwear - at this point completely soaked -, and soon is back to her original position, pressing her pussy against yours, ripping moans from the both of you in the process. Your whole body warms up as she starts to rub against you, your juices mixing with hers and providing the perfect friction.

You hold her hips to help her guide her movements, her legs growing shaky as she starts to move faster. The scene as a whole takes you to cloud nine, Wanda’s breasts bouncing as she rubs herself against you, her mouth half-open as she moans, her eyes ajar. You wanted to get up and take one of her rosy nipples inside your mouth, but her hands on your stomach keep you in place, her nails digging into your skin.

She reaches her high a second after you do, your moans filling the room as your cums mix together. When she can’t take it anymore, Wanda collapses against you, her face hidden in the crook of your neck as her arm wraps around your middle, her breathing completely out of rhythm. You run your hands down her back soothingly, and not long after she’s lifting her head again, and kissing you slowly enough to send a chill down your spine.

A smirk makes its way to her lips as your hand squeezes her ass, and you take no time in reversing your positions again, desperate to taste her once more.

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You wake up to an empty bed, but the frown only remains on your face until you find a folded towel on the end of the mattress, along with a set of clothes and a note that says “meet me in the kitchen when you’re done xoxo.” With a groan, you stand up, but instead of the clothes Wanda saved for you, you collect your own - now placed in a pile on the chair in front of Wanda's desk.

Before going to the bathroom, a set of picture frames catches your attention. In one of them, you see Wanda and a boy about her age, his hair platinum, sitting on what seems to be a long grassy field. On another, you see her with the same boy, accompanied by an older man, the three of them sitting on a brown couch. The last picture of the three makes you laugh through your nose as you see Wanda and two other girls making funny faces for the photo at what looks like a New Year's Eve party.

You imagine those are her family and friends, and you can’t help but smile at her in all of them, enamored with her beauty in absolutely all those settings. But you shake your head to keep the thoughts and the sleep away, holding your clothes against your body as you move to her bathroom.

Some minutes later, you’re back in your suit and entering the kitchen, smiling at Wanda’s figure with her back at you, stirring something on the stove, her body covered by only a long sweater. Her damp hair is now in its natural brown, like the ones you'd seen in the photographs in her room. And as all the other times you’ve seen her until now, breathtaking.

“Morning.” You say as you wrap your hands around her waist, kissing her shoulder. “Morning.” Wanda says back with an easy smile that fades away when she spins on her heels to face you. “You’re not wearing the clothes I sorted for you.” Her eyes go down on your figure for half a second, figuring you're already leaving, and you have to hold back a smile at her disappointed frown.

“I can’t stay for long, I'm waiting for the moving truck to deliver this morning.” You explain, apologetically, and Wanda nods slowly in understanding. “Will you have breakfast with me at least?” The brunette asks with puppy dog eyes, and you’d have been unable to say no to her anyways. “Of course.” The grin she offers you is blinding before she leans forward, and you let out a giggle as you kiss her back.

You help her set the table and finish the food she was making before you eat together, the entire process surrounded by light conversation or just some comfortable silence. You exchange smiles every time your eyes meet, and Wanda tries to stop herself from creating so many expectations with this stranger she met at a party.

She knows she shouldn’t. This was most likely just a one-night stand, as it was supposed to be. But there was something about you that she wanted to know more of, to keep closer. Anyhow, she’d obviously not tell you any of that, keeping on with the casual conversation until the breakfast ends.

“You don’t have to-” She starts when she sees you washing the dishes, but you pull a dismissive face. “It’s okay, I still have some time.” You assure her with your hands already covered in soap, smiling when she still looks uncertain, “I insist.” She smiles in gratitude, kissing your lips softly before moving around the kitchen to put everything back in its place.

“Thank you.” The brunette says when everything is done, wrapping her arms around your shoulders after you’ve wiped your hands on the dishcloth. “No problem.” You assure before kissing her softly, feeling her smile against your lips. The kiss soon grows deeper, your tongue meeting hers as you press her against the kitchen counter.

“I thought you had to leave.” Wanda teases as you move your mouth to her neck, biting her lip tightly when you bite her sensitive skin over the mark you’ve made last night. “I do but you’re so fucking irresistible.” You groan against her skin, feeling her neck vibrating as she chuckles.

Before the brunette can even process, you’re already on your knees, sinking your face in between her legs in kissing her center covered by a new piece of underwear. “Y/n, what-” Her question is cut short by a moan as you move the fabric to the side, sliding your tongue along her folds, already soaked from you kissing her like that a moment ago.

“Oh, fuck.” Wanda’s hands find the marble for support as you eat her out, her knuckles getting whiter as her legs grow weaker. But you hold her up, a leg over your shoulder, as you suck her clit, tasting her on your tongue. Soon one of the brunette’s hands leaves the counter to grip your hair tightly, making you groan against her pussy.

The vibration is enough to send her over the edge, spilling her juices on your mouth as her moans escape her throat, the sounds muffled to you by her thighs squeezing your head. When she’s sure she can’t take it anymore, Wanda pushes your head lightly, her stomach twisting with desire as she watches you come back to your feet, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb, a smirk on your lips.

“Let me return the favor.” She requests with her lips brushing against yours, her hands on the collar of your blouse. “Hmm maybe some other time, I really gotta go now.” You say with your hands on her waist, but Wanda is already moving her lips down to your jaw, taking your earlobe in between her teeth and making you shudder. “Fuck, you’re not helping.”

“I have no intention of helping.” She chuckles mischievously against your neck, and you have to muster all your strength to pull away. “I have to go.” You insist, and the only thing bringing comfort to Wanda now is that you sound as disappointed about it as she is. So she nods in understanding, and offers to walk you to the door.

“I left my phone number on your nightstand.” You let her know when you’re already on the other side of the door, holding back a smile when you see her sketching an eager one. “I’ll call you.” The brunette promises as she leans against the open door, and you can’t stop yourself from smiling this time. “I’ll be waiting.”

Wanda lets out a giggle at your response, so cute that you can’t stop yourself from moving closer to her again and kissing her hard. The brunette laughs softly against your mouth as she matches the kiss, but before she’d like, you’re pulling away again and saying goodbye for good this time. And Wanda watches you walk away until you disappear into the elevator.

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"And this is your office." Says the redhead as she walks you into the hugest room you've ever worked in, and you try not to feel so small there. "You'll get used to the space, honestly, some of us even manage to fill them with crap." She jokes as she sees your wide-eyed expression, and you let out a laugh as you nod in understanding.

After the weekend of the party, it was all about going back to the real world. Moving to Westview was exhausting and with every little thing that went wrong, you found yourself thinking maybe you should've left part of your belongings in New York. Your entire family still lives there anyways, it's not like you wouldn't have someone to keep an eye on your stuff for you. Besides, settling into a new job was always a challenge and the amount of bureaucracy got your head pounding every time.

Luckily for you, Tony - who had come to spend a few days in Westview to help you out with your moving - was by your side to give you support and the company you needed, even if he kept teasing you about your secret one-night stand.

"We don't have to talk about it, Tony, please, just let this go." You grumbled when the arguments about him abandoning you - because he was too busy sleeping with the cop that had stopped him that night - didn't work anymore, and your brother chuckled to himself before helping you empty yet another box.

And speaking of the brunette, it's been four days and Wanda hasn't called or texted. It's fine, you think to yourself. Maybe it's better that way. You already had too many things going on in your life, you could run away from trouble. At least that's what you repeated in your head every time you checked your phone and saw nothing.

"It's great. Thank you, Professor Romanoff." You say with a polite smile towards the redhead, who offers you a playful one in return. "Oh, please, there's no need for formalities, Natalia is just fine." She comments, waving her hands, and you let out a somewhat embarrassed giggle before telling her she could do the same.

After that, you and the Russian Professor chat some more, and she only leaves many minutes later - not before assuring you a few times that you could come to her if you needed anything, which made you smile with slightly rosy cheeks. And, finally alone, you busy yourself putting your new office together.

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Wanda saved your number on her phone the very moment she found the paper laying on her nightstand - smiling a silly smile as she saw the signature “from your daemon” under it.

But she only has the guts to text you on Friday, after some annoying insistence from her best friends, Kate and Yelena. She apologized for taking so long, but didn't explain the reason for the delay was that she was panicking too hard when she asked if you'd like to do something on Saturday - because Yelena had been too energetic on how she should ask you out at once.

And although you said you were happy she texted, you apologized for not being able to see her that Saturday, since you were still busy with the moving and adjusting to your new job. Still, you asked her out for the other weekend, and even though the brunette was upset she wouldn't get to see you as soon as she expected, she agreed to the date with a smiling emoji.

But it's still Tuesday and Wanda would have to wait another four days to see you again. At least classes were distracting enough, she thought to herself as she walked through the university corridors, listening to a story Yelena was telling about one of the times she went to visit her parents on their farm that was making Kate’s eyes water from laughing so hard.

"Oh my god, she's here." The brunette cuts her friend off as soon as they walk into the classroom, her eyes widening as she sees the one she least expected to see, you. With your face in profile to the door, checking some papers on your desk and wearing a blue sweater with the sleeves rolled up and beige pants, with prescription glasses on your face that Wanda didn't even know you needed. And you looked even more charming than you did that night at the party.

"Where?" Kate and Yelena ask at the same time - at this point they don’t even have to ask since all Wanda talks about these days is you-, their eyes running with curiosity among the few students that were already in the classroom. But Wanda just tapped Kate’s arm - who was closest to her -, unable to say or do anything other than that. Not long after, the two girls follow the glazed eyes of their friend towards the desk in the front of the room. "The Professor?!"

"Shut up!" The brunette finally moves, holding Yelena’s arm for her to speak quieter, and the blonde makes an apologetic grimace before taking her eyes to you again. "My God, how old is she?" Kate asks with amusement and furrowed brows, and Wanda crosses her arms in front of her body, moving her feet so she’s with her back turned to you. "She's not much older than us." The brunette answers, but noticing her friends still have their eyes on you, she sighs impatiently. “And stop staring!”

"Go talk to her." Yelena suggests when she looks back at Wanda - not before exchanging an amused glance with Kate. "Are you kidding me? I can't just go there and talk to her!" The brunette argues matter-of-factly, but the blonde has an equally disbelieving expression as she answers. "Are you kidding me? A few nights ago she had her mouth on yo-"

"Yelena!" Wanda talks over her friend with cheeks on fire, looking around to see if any of her classmates - or worse, you - had heard the conversation. But everyone seems busy enough with their own interaction and activities to pay attention to what she and her friends were talking about, so the brunette sighs tiredly, ignoring the other two girls’ laughter to say, "Come on, let's sit down."

Wanda can’t help but glance at you as they look for a place to sit, her heart stopping for a second every time you make the tiniest movement and she thinks your eyes will finally meet hers. But they never do, and the brunette is left to wonder what you would do if you spotted her in the middle of the room. Would you be shocked to see her as much as she was? Would you care? Would you wave at her? Ignore her completely?

"What's her name again?" Kate asks when they’re all finally seated - not on the first rolls but also not so far in the back -, waking Wanda up from her thoughts. “Did you really not memorize it after Wanda talked about her a thousand times?” Yelena hits back with humor, but the brunette just ignores her friends with her cheeks slightly warm, busing herself with taking her stuff out of her bag. "Y/n."

"Last name?" Kate asks again, typing something on her phone. And this time Wanda freezes for a heartbeat of a second, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. "I don't know."

"Dude, you took her to our place and you don't even know her full name?" Yelena asks with raised eyebrows, earning from Wanda an embarrassed shrug of her shoulders. "Brave." The brunette jokes with a snort and Kate is not late to retort, "I think the word you're looking for is horny."

"Good afternoon, class." You’re speaking before Wanda can tell her friends to fuck off, and the brunette’s attention is immediately completely on the front of the class. "I'm Y/n Stark and I'll be your professor on the History of Arts." You introduce yourself as your eyes scan the room, trying to memorize the students' faces, until they finally rest on her.

Wanda holds her breath as your face changes to something she interprets as astonishment. But soon there’s a small, discreet smile on your lips that fades away as you go back to looking around. A smile that belongs only to her, she thinks, and the redness goes back to her cheeks as she looks down, missing the way Yelena and Kate exchanged knowing glances from their seats.

"I know that Professor Frigga had already structured the semester with you before her retirement, but I will show you some changes that I intend to make. But, before we get there, any questions?" You go back to talking, looking around for any raised hands. Wanda has, indeed, a lot of questions. Not a single one she can make right now, however, so she keeps her arm down, her eyes locked on your figure.

"Uh, Wands…" Kate calls out lowly enough for only her to be able to hear, her eyes on her phone. The brunette turns her face to her friend discreetly, frowning as she sees the weird expression she makes. "Professor Stark?" A boy she doesn’t know speaks before she can, and her eyes are drawn back to the front of the room with curiosity.

"Yes, Mr…?" You ask, dragging out your last word for the boy to complete. "Mr. Morales." The boy says, lowering his hand as you nod your head in understanding, encouraging him to continue. "Is it true you're married to Carol Danvers?" The question triggers several murmurs around the classroom - now nearly full -, but Wanda can barely listen to anything, her face going pale as she stares at you.

You’re married? No, you can’t be married. That’s impossible. Not after that night at that party. Not after all the things you’ve done together-

"Uh, yes.” Your voice speaks louder than the thoughts inside her head, and Wanda can’t help but let out a disbelieving gasp. Your eyes meet hers for half a second as you speak, but the brunette turns her face away immediately, locking them on the empty page of her opened notebook. “Yes, it's true, Mr. Morales, but I think it's best if we let personal matters aside during our classes, yes?" You end the discussion - which doesn’t help much with the muttering and whispering -, before turning to the board. "So, as I was saying…"

You go on with the class, but Wanda is unable to pay attention to a single thing, her head and heart competing to see who races faster. How could you do that to her? You never said a thing, you weren’t even wearing a ring. Did you have a ring? She’s sure you weren’t wearing any. But you run your fingers through your hair now, and the golden piece shines under the strong lights of the room, making her stomach turn. She still couldn’t believe it.

"Who's Carol Danvers?" The question escapes her mouth before she can hold it back, shifting her hurt gaze between her friends. "How the hell you don't know who Carol Danvers is?" Yelena speaks first, her eyebrows raised in disbelief, but the brunette ignores her completely as she watches Kate googling something on her phone. "She's the Captain of the U.S. Football League."

"The best player of the season." Yelena adds with excitement that soon turns to embarrassment as Wanda glares at her. "Sorry." The blonde mumbles with her arms crossed, but the brunette says no more, leaning to her side when Kate shows her her phone. There, Wanda can see a few pictures of the two of you, both at events and in paparazzi photos. And you look happy, smiling and holding hands, sharing hugs in some of them. When a specific picture of the two of you kissing, the brunette looks away, letting out a long sigh as her eyes return to you.

She wasn’t sure how exactly she was feeling about it all. But as the minutes dragged by, her hurt was being replaced by anger, until the point her jaw was locked so tightly her teeth could crack at any moment now, her arms tightly crossed and, if looks could kill, you’d be lying dead on the floor. And she’s sure you noticed, because you only dared to look at her a few times, soon looking away until your eyes never found hers again.

When the class came to an end, Wanda was the first to stand up, striding to your desk with her hand holding the strap of her bag. Yelena and Kate exchange worried - and somewhat curious - glances, but they decide to give their friend the moment she needs with you, so they walk to the door along with the rest of the students, glancing at their friend as she makes her way to you.

“Professor Stark, can I speak to you for a second?” Wanda’s voice sounds by your side as you put your belongings back in your messenger bag, and your stomach sinks for a moment, your heart beating faster. But you don’t look up at her, taking your eyes to your wristwatch instead. “I’m sorry, Miss Maximoff, but I have another class in ten minutes and-”

“Y/n.” The brunette interrupts you through gritted teeth, her eyes burning the side of your face. So you sigh softly in surrender, finally looking up at her. She looks as beautiful as she does in your memory, the marks on her neck that she’s failed to cover up completely making your insides turn conflictingly. But she looks so hurt you can’t stare at her for too long, averting your gaze to the door before bringing it back to her again.

“Yes?” You ask in a low voice, the silence growing between you as the students leave the room and Wanda tries to figure out what to say next. “You lied to me.” That’s what she decides on, her eyes watering with hurt. “Technically, I never said I wasn’t married.” You say in a failed attempt to lighten the mood, earning yourself a disbelieving laugh.

“You used me.” She stresses the word, hurt dripping down her tone as she sniffles back her angry tears. “I trusted you. I thought…” Her voice dies down as she lets out another laugh completely devoid of humor, looking away from you. “You thought what?” You ask with a bit of expectation that shouldn’t even be there in the first place, your brows furrowed.

“Never mind, it’s stupid.” That’s her answer as she turns her back on you, making her way to the door. “Wanda, wait.” You call out as you pick up the pace, placing yourself in front of her to stop her from leaving. And although she does, she looks down at the ground, and you feel your mouth going dry, your heart pounding in your ears. “It doesn’t have to be a one-time thing.”

“What, you wanna fuck me when you’re too bored of fucking your wife?” The brunette hits back angrily, taking a defiant step toward you. You take a step back, shaking your head eagerly. “It’s not-”

“Fuck you, professor.” Wanda interrupts you with her teeth gritted and her eyes watery. She sidesteps you, her shoulder slamming into yours roughly. And this time, when she makes her way to the door, you don’t stop her.

Part 2

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sissybabycucksophia · 2 years ago

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🥵🥵The Holiday Part 2🥵🥵

(This story is complete fiction and although i may desperately wish it isn’t, there is no fact or real world experience behind this story)

Freedom? The right to self determination and control? Yes thats right those things I’d given up too a random stranger on a plane and was now losing any hope of ever getting back. Sat there I mentally took stalk of my situation as I bubbled and cried in the taxi, So I’ve filled 2 diapers with Cum, Piss and this horrible squelching and oozy diarrhoea, the 4 diapers I’m wearing are locked on by plastic waterproof pants which are cutting into my waste thanks to a padlock for which i have no key, Then there was the short legged and puffy shouldered pink playsuit which was now horribly damp from sweat which i again had no idea how to escape from due to once again being padlocked into it, on my hands I have mittens which are also padlocked on… will i ever get them off, but somehow it gets worse because now i’m sat sweating like an Olympian as my body is zipped into a princess dress sleeping bag, over all that i’m sat here in a mid shin length maxi puffer jacket thats zipped right up to my neck! Thats to say nothing for the shoulder length extensions making my hair look more feminine, the pink makeup plastered on my face that weathered my tears, the paci gag strapped and padlocked in place, the noise cancelling headphones slowly destroying my brain by blasting baby shark into my ears every second song and finally the Princess sleep mask thats now saturated with tears covering my eyes!! Still have my freedom !! Now thats a funny joke!!.

My only real hint the taxi was in motion was the vibrations i could feel through the wheelchair so when they stopped I wrongly assumed we had arrived at Sissy Natalies house. However as i felt the sleepmask being raised I saw the taxi driver for the first time, my heart racing as they reached to either side of my head and lowered the headphones i also could hear their gruff Arab accent as the large arab man spoke to me. “Look out the window sissy” was all the man said, turning my head i saw my suitcase outside the taxi and we appeared to be in the middle of nowhere. Still gagged by the pacifier i tried to ask what was going on when the taxi driver stepped out of the taxi past me with a petrol canister and a lighter. NO he wouldn’t!! Would he!? Suddenly he began drowning my suitcase with the petrol, screaming through the paci gag for him not to do it he lit up the lighter and chucked it onto the petrol soaked case. GONE! Well and truly gone! My last drops of masculinity or escape to masculinity were incinerated and like the helpless baby i am, i could do nothing but cry. Watching the large arab man climb back into the taxi he then stood in front of me, his legs at either side of mine, his thighs pressing against my mittened and tied down hands he spoke and said “the dude who wheeled you up to my taxi gave me an extra 400 dollars to torture you more on this taxi ride. This isn’t personal its just business, 100 dollars to destroy your suitcase but leave your hand luggage and 100 for every time ive to shoot a load of my cum onto your pathetic outfit while insulting you for being a faggot, gayboy, cuck and inferior human!.” He said unzipping his pants and lowering them to reveal a huge cock right in my eye line. A wave if pure fear came over me as his moster cock hung there erect in-front of my face and in a moment of genuine fear and distress i tried to scream for help as loud as i could while violently shaking my head and looking around hoping someone would come to my aid i was totally helpless and alone. With one hand the man began to stroke his massive cock while lowering my night mask with the other.

After that he completely unzipped and opened my jacket up to expose my lower layers and began to degrade and abuse me as he stroked his cock, all i could hear was insult after insult as he pumped his cock rapidly. “Imagine calling yourself a man when you volunteered to sit in your own shit and dress like that!! Your so pathetic i’m not even allowed to face fuck you cause your a failure as a man and too weak as a woman!!! Bet your little cucky clitty is rock hard right now from fear and embarrassment you weak little gimp!!! Oh uh uh uh im gonna shoot all over your gay little clothes!!! Uh uh uh yehhhhhhhhh!!!!” Is the only warning i had as I suddenly felt his warm, sticky, gooey load hit my chin, neck and chest. I instantly i gagged hard, pissing myself again i could feel the disgusting sticky mess drip down my chin, neck and settle on the chest of my playsuit just above where the sleepbag dress began. Next all i felt was his massive cock rubbing the palm of my right mitten and felt the cum soak through, after cleaning his cock on my mitten he would start again. Continuing with the insults i was disgusted and so unbelievably humiliated…. Before i even had time to wrestle against the restraining belts to free my hands he shot a second load as big as the first, once again arab bull cum hit my chest, stomach and crotch and this time he’d soak my left mitten with cum as he clean off his penis on it.

At this point my diaper was just as full of weak white sissy precum from my rock hard and desperate to be jerked off piss and shit covered sissy clitty. Finally the man said “I’ve got cover you head too toe in my Bull cuk the dude said to me. But i can see your struggling weak white cuck so while i shoot cum on your crotch again and legs i’ll put your baby music back on so you dont hear me abusing you ok? Would you prefer that?”. Defeated I obviously couldn’t convince him not too so with a sniffle, more tears and a nod of my head he recovered my ears and blasted baby shark and began his final masturbation over me. What the hell was daddy going to think, aw what did it matter! The only clue i had that the taxi driver had shot his load on my crotch again, thighs, shins and feet was him removing my sleep mask and to my horror wiping all his remaining cum on my mask to clean his cock. Returning it to my face he zipped my jacket back up to smoosh all his cum around under it between the jacket and my other layers and i whaled and sobbed horrendously, in fact so badly that i was oblivious to the the shit still squelching around my diapers.

We then continued the journey as i began to doze off and nap. I was so tired, so done in i had grown used to the cum on my chin and neck and the cum soak mask and mittens against my skin. After a decent nap and dreaming of normalcy i was rudely awoken by the taxi jerking to a halt, having been dreaming of freedom when i awoke blindfolded, unable to speak, wheels on the bus blasting in my ears and unable to raise my arms i panicked and tried to scream help and violently pulled against the belts. After a few moments i felt the wheelchair roll backwards down an incline and vibration bounce up the chairs frame making it very uncomfortable, clearly we i was rolling across some kind of Car park tarmac. After a moment i felt the rush of freezing cold air con hit my face (the only exposed skin on my body) and what a relief that was, i was sweating horrifically and now that i had dried Arab bull cum all down my body from chin too toe the mix of unpleasant smells i was putting out were unbelievable. Still oblivious to my surroundings i felt the heat of outside hit me once more as the chair was once again rolled along bumpy tarmac. After 10 minutes of impossible to keep track of movements of the wheelchair i felt the back of that hair butt up against something, then to my surprise the blindfold raised and down came my headphones. There i was in a dindgy, dark, grimy and outdated looking motel room, looking round the wheelchair was butted up against the end of the bed and directly in front of me on the wall was a large plasma screen tv. “The person that booked my taxi for you said to bring you here to drop of your stuff first but since you know how that went, looks like it was just this hand luggage you have to drop off. But since we got time to burn we’ll stay here for a little bit, don’t wanna drop you off too early” the Arab taxi driver said from out of my view range.

Suddenly the Tv in front of me lit up, how pathetic was it all i could think was ‘please put on sofia the first please’ as suddenly the pornhub logo appeared on screen. Clearly the taxi driver planned to watch porn and I nervously watched as he typed in “girl bound and fucked by arab alpha dom”. Clicking the first video i was at first disgusted but quickly found himself turned on thinking how good it would be to be the arab alpha dom! Fucking that blonde white bimbo who was trapped in an armbinder, latex mask and harness gag. Getting quite carried away i forgot the taxi driver was there, moaning through the paci i tugged hard against the belts to get my mitten hands to my very very stiff clitty (not sure why i was tho, it was still completely numb and buried beneath far to many layers to satisfy myself but yet I aggressively tried),getting so swept up in the porn I forgot about my disgusting and full Squishy diaper and began thrusting my pelvis back and forth on the wheel chair. Suddenly all i heard was hysterical laughter, stopping myself i looked round to see the Arab man’s massive cock once again as he walked round next to me completely naked, “did you learn nothing from me cumming on you earlier! YOUR NOT A MAN OR AN ADULT you dont get to be turned on by hetro porn you gay diaper using freak! That porn wasn’t for you! So now i think I’m going to have to each you a lesson”.

With that the cab driver would spend the next hour! Masturbating and shooting loads all over me in, what seemed like a trip so far filled with most demoralising moments of my life, the most masculinity destroying, demoralising, demeaning and shame inducing hour of my life. First he shot 4 loads all over my face, then proceeded to open up my jacket again and shot 10 loads up and down my body from head too toe, next he grabbed a half measuring jug and filled it with his cum before pouring half of the full jug in through the very small gap where my mittens were cinched round my wrists. The feeling was horrible, warm, gooey and his cum now coated my hands as i cringed and tried my best not to heave thinking about how much cum was now all over my face. What was i to do, the entire time I violently with all my strength trying to pull my arms free but now i could do nothing but cry and whale and pathetically beg him to stop through my paci gag. Next he filled the jug again with his cum but this time, ever drop was poured down the neck of my Playsuit onto my bare body, feeling his warm gooey loads run down my chest, behind my fake foam breasts and down my belly I actually let out a babyish scream as I hung my head tears gushying from my eyes. Finally came the taxi drivers most horrifying, horrible, but still because Im a pathetic cuckolded freak, and humiliation hard clitty inducing acts. Standing before me the taxi driver said, “im kinda sad those 4 diapers held out, was hoping i’d see a grown man dressed as a sissy baby faggot with a soaking wet crotch on his clothes…… oh well” and at that the taxi driver aimed his huge penis and began to piss all over the crotch of the sleeping bag dress. My face dropped and for a moment i was frozen in sheer shock, my penis was straining unbearably hard as i desired to jerk off and my movement and fighting for freedom stopped. Looking down at my crotch i watched the golden stream create a dinner plate sized piss stain and as he stopped i watched the golden puddle in my lap disappear as it soaked through to the playsuit and i felt the warm piss press against my thighs.

Laughing maniacally at me the large arab man then zipped my jacket back up, recovered my ears with the headphones blasting baby shark AGAIN and lowered the cum soaked night mask. Deprived of sensation again i began crying again, whaling, snot running out my nose and tugging at my arms, i even began violently thrashing my legs as i felt the cum in my mitten cooling and becoming sticky against my hands and the icky feeling of cum on my chest cooling to become sticky. However in my state of what one might call a little cucky tantrum i moved and thrash around so much the wheelchair would tip over, smacking my head of the bed frame and then the ground i would be knocked unconscious with my last conscious thought being ‘is it only white dudes who can’t produce a Years worth of cum in a day wtf’.

When i awoke i once again was instantly startled by my situation and tried to free my hands to uncover my eyes but all i could feel was the gooey arab bull cum…. Everywhere. Then my drenched crotch became obvious to me. It was bad enough having a diaper full of my own piss and cum but to be covered in the arab mans cum just insighted more tears. Eventually i once again felt the feeling of being pulled backward down an incline, hoping i was being wheeled out of the taxi i felt the constant and painful vibrations like the chair was being wheeled over a chipped driveway. Eventually the chair came to a stop and my headphones were lowered and eyemask raised, the mask constantly smooshing his cum into my skin my eyes were full with tears as the arab man looked me in the eye and said “i’ve left my phone number in your motel room faggot. If you ever wanna be a sexual abdl, you know…. Diapers and sucking daddy off instead of being my cum target or human toilet…. Then phone me and submit ok?! Now your in the hands of whoever tf lives here.” As he stepped back and turned to knock the front door of the house he’d wheeled me up too. With that an older gentleman, say perhaps mid too late 50’s dressed in a black Ralph Loren polo, black slim cut trousers and a pair of black leather loafers. On his wrist I noticed a very large an expensive looking Rolex, also i noticed his Perfectly silver hair was perfectly done in a pompadour hairstyle. “Delivery of the… per…. The baby that Ben ordered a taxi for. Its been paid so i’ll leave it with you” the taxi driver said as i heard the car doors shutting and the engine starting.

Looking at the man my eyes watered as i was on the edge if tears, “Sissy baby jade I presume?” He said in a deep and commanding voice, to which i hung my head and nodded slightly. “Ah yes, Natalie has told me all about you! Well I’m afraid I’m still in the process of doing business with Natalie so you’ll have to wait till I’m done to eh… *sniffs the air around me* em…. Well to get a diaper change” he said authoritatively as he proceeded to wheel me in the front door. As my eyes adjusted the the light difference, i heard the door close and there i was in an open plan living room, kitchen and dining room. Looking over at the dining room table there stood… Sissy Natalie! He was stood next to the dining table, a large Ring gag in his mouth, a pink armbinder cinching his arms tight together behind his back, wearing a grey knee length maid dress with a white apron, around his ankles were cuffs linked by a 50cm chain and on his feet were grey dolly flats, his makeup was done exactly like it always was on his tumblr and his wig was styled into two low pigtails and around his neck was a chunky pink collar. Trying to speak when i saw Natalie i felt the man slap the back of my head hard, “No Cuck! Your going to sit there in your own cum piss and shit and watch quietly while I use the man who you’ve submitted too as a fuck toy! Let that sink in, your more pathetic than a man dressed like that!” He said walking by and grabbing Natalie’s upper arm.

With that the man would proceed to bend a very willing and perhaps even excitedly looking Natalie over the table. Raising the back of his maid outfit the Man lowered his pants and out spring his 12 inch rock hard cock. For the next 20 minutes i watched as Natalie’s ass was pounded hard and fast by the man and almost vomited as i watched the man stuff his penis in through the ring gag and throat fuck Natalie. Eventually the man would bridal carry Natalie up stairs, i sat there still just at the front door until another 20 minutes later the man came down stairs, gathered his things, yelled a sweet goodbye up too Natalie. After he was gone i waited what seemed like a good hour before suddenly hearing Natalie coming downstairs however now he was dressed more gender appropriately, skinny jeans, trainers and a boss tshirt, short spikey hair and no makeup. Looking at him in shock i’d never seen Natalie not dressed as a sissy, however it was unmistakably the same person. Walking over too the wheelchair he crouched down in front of me and said “Welcome my little Sissy diaper princess, welcome to Daddy Ben’s house!” As he then began too loosen the belts restraining my arms to the wheelchair. Instinctively at seeing a face i knew i burst into floods of tears and instantly jumped from the wheelchair wrapping my arms around bens neck i cried and moaned loudly. Taken a little by surprise, ben would wrap his arms around by waste and stand up lifting me up in a hug as he said “aw there there princess… sssshhh sssshhh its ok, your in daddy’s arms now. Your safe, deep breaths. Now do you have the keys too your padlocks cucky?” To which i shook my head. “Its a good thing daddy cares enough to plan ahead then huh?” He added. Ben then carried me to the couch and dropped me onto the middle of the three seater, which naturally squelched around the now freezing diarrhoea.

Walking away for 5 minutes he returned with small bolt cutters and would clip the padlock keeping my paci gag in. Taking the paci from my mouth and removing the headphones and sleep mask I instantly whaled like a baby “I WANNA GO HOME…. IM SCARED… PLEASE DONT MASTURBATE ON ME…. IM A MAN PLEASE😭😭😭” i cried as i suddenly felt a cold wipe begin to clean my face and wipe off all the cum. “Ssshhh ssshh i need you to calm down for me Jade, you’re safe now so… tell daddy why instead of arriving in the playsuit, mittens, ugg boots, Maxi puffer jacket and smelly diaper like requested…. Your wheeled in restrained like this?” Ben said sitting on the coffee table directly infront of me. “Daddy please! *sniffle* please take all these cum and piss soaked cloths off me *whimper* please” I begged raising my cum filled mittens. Ben simply looked at me plainly, “after you answer my question Jade” which I continued to beg “please! Daddy it feels so icky and im so demoralised please!”. Slamming his hand on the coffee table ben said, “the next thing this hand hits is your smelly diaper covered bottom Sissy if you don’t answer daddy’s question!”

Sniffling I hung my head a little as i told daddy Ben everything. “I did everything you asked me too Daddy, i found a big black man to lock me in everything during the flight. He was authoritative, controlling and unwavering. He made sure i drunk a bottle of his cum and baby formula every half hour and he refused to let me out of my diapers no matter how much I begged. This sleeping bag princess dress thing was a present from him, as were the sleep mask and baby music blasting headphones. Just as he put me in them i began to need to poopoo and he refused to free me…. I did diarrhoea into my diapers and everyone on the plane abused me for it. Then Uncle jay flushed all the keys and restrained me too the wheelchair, after that he handed me off to the taxi driver who set my only male clothes on fire and masturbated hundreds of times on me and poured his cum down into my mittens and down the neck of my playsuit…. And he pissed on my crotch so my sleeping bag and playsuit would be soaked. Thats everything daddy” I whimpered having given him the short version.

Moving to sit next to me, Daddy Ben wrapped his arm around my shoulder and rested my head on his shoulder. “Good baby, now i know that must’ve been scary but….. it was all deserved, it all served to make sure you were a controless, helpless, emasculated little baby before daddy saw you. Daddy’s proud of you for not ‘actually’ trying too run away or get help…. Now what does bubba say too a shower and a change into a nice sleeper and fresh diapers. After that we’ll go over some house rules before bedy bye time” Ben said as i found myself lost for words and now only really looking forward too not being covered in a random arab mans cum and piss. Picking me up bridal style, Ben carried me upstairs to the bathroom where he sat me atop the close toilet lid and proceeded to undress me, cutting each padlock he removed the mittens, then the jacket, next the princess dress sleeping bag with a soaked crotch, then the playsuit, the waterproof diaper cover next and finally he would get me to lay on my back on the floor as he removed my diapers. “Well well well Poopy Princess… its not just shit and piss in here…. Looks like someone made cummies a lot. Maybe daddy will have to lock that nasty little clitty in chastity after slathering it in numbing cream….. after all baby girls don’t come by stroking themselves so neither will you cutepie” ben said patronisingly as he helped me stand up and step into the shower. To further embarrass me, Ben would shower me, he rubbed soap in the places that needed it and held the shower to rinse me off, he cleaned my bum and crotch, he shampooed and rinsed my extension adorned head and he washed my face properly removing all makeup.

Eventually he turned off the shower and wrapped me up in towels he would pick me up yet again and carry me into his bedroom, sitting me on the bed he began laying out 2 diapers, “daddy please can i just be a man today?” I begged looking at ben with my big blue sad eyes however Ben simply laughed and said “haha no don’t be silly bubba, your not a man, i think your journey here today proves that don’t you. No im going to rub 24 hour numbing cream on your princess parts, cage your little clitty, then you’ll be diapered, i’ll get you into your sleeper and we’ll go downstairs where i’ll talk you through the rules you’ll follow then we’ll get you some din dins before you go bedy bye bye for today”. With that he dried me off and made me stand as he rubbed and stroked my penis applying the numbing cream, slathering it over every inch of my crotch he looked up and smirked as i whimpered, then he would lock my mircopenis in an appropriately sized cage. Helping me into position he then heavily powdered my butt and crotch before sealing me inside 2 princess diapers and locking puffy Disney Princess waterproof diaper cover pants.

Then walked over to his closet he would pull out a baby pink footed, short puffy shoulder sleeved sleeper with puffy baby blue frills around the neck, chest, sleeves and more. Unzipping the back he would softly guide my limbs and body into the sleeper and gently zipped it up until i heard a click, padlocked!. Standing in front of me he then proceeded to push heavy and bulky pink mittens with frilly wrists onto my hands and secured them tightly with the straps. “Ok princess Jade, back down stairs we go” Ben said as he went to pick me up again but embarrassment i stepped away from him, “please don’t…. I feel helpless and pathetic when you carry me daddy” i whimpered. “Thats the point silly! But its ok, daddy understands your first day has been…. A lot, so i wont carry you downstairs but rule 1. Is that anytime your not being carried you must crawl. So on your hands and knees bubba and follow daddy” ben said softly but intimidatingly as he pointed to the floor. Looking down I reluctantly got onto my hands and knees and as ben beg to walk I followed struggling to use my hands properly in the ridged pink mittens. Reaching the top of the stairs ben offered again to carry me however when I refused he made me bum slide down the stairs smacking my tailbone off every step I eventually reached the bottom where i crawled to the couch and Ben lifted me up to sit up onto the middle seat. Sitting down next to me ben reached over the arm of the couch he pulled up a large chalk board covered in writing. Atop the board it said “Baby Jade Rules”

Looking at me, Daddy Ben began to read to me the rules I was to follow without question. “Ok Bubba, got your listening ears on? Good girl! Now as your aware this is your first time physically in daddy’s presence and being cared for by daddy so I’m afraid daddy has rules you must follow or face punishment.

Rule 1. You WILL crawl everywhere that your not being carried . In other words if daddy or another grown up isn’t carrying you, you WILL crawl.

Rule 2. You WILL NEVER call me by just my name, you WILL prefix my name with daddy, call me just daddy or dada.

Rule 3. You WILL NEVER touch your clitty, thats a yucky and disgusting reminder that your not the adorable little girl you look on the outside and if you were staying longer than 2 weeks daddy would be getting it removed.

Rule 4. You WILL eat nothing but Baby Food and since your made the mistake of saying once on tumblr too me that you don’t eat fruit very often you will be eating fruit after every meal. Other than fruit and baby food, oh and milk & baby formula, you’ll eat nothing else.

Rule 5. YOU ARE A BABY GIRL, do not dare ask to be an adult or even a boy, that ships sailed, you put yourself in this position. Your far to feeble to be an adult and your clitty is far to small to even be a baby boy, so you WILL wear everything i decide and I tell you.

Rule 6. Bed time is 4:30pm at the latest and wake up time is 11:00am at the earliest, daddy doesn’t care if you think your tired because he knows that baby needs their sleep. Depending on how daddy feels, you may also be put down for a nap from 12 too 1:30.

Rule 7. You WILL speak in only Baby and toddler speak, short broken english sentences, baby gurgles and moans. Any attempt to talk to daddy like your an adult will lead to punishment.

Rule 8. You will have NO sexual pleasure or contact of any kind. Your a cuck baby, daddy will make you drink his cum, sleep with a teddy full of his cum and will piss and cum onto you/ into your diaper. But you will not be face fucked or ass fucked but you will also have no chance to have sex yourself. This is to keep you embarrassed, horny and desperate to be touched.

Rule 9. You will consume no adult media or entertainment of any kind, you’ll watch little girl tv shows (eg sofia the first, Ever After High, Bratz, Hannah Montana and My little pony), read baby books and listen to music specifically for babies.

Rule 10. The last rule for now is, remember your in my house, i can kick you out onto the street dressed the way you are now whenever i feel like it. So obey me and I’ll see too it your two weeks has you desperate to come back~.” With each rule I quivered a little in my sleeper my complete numb penis strained hard to become erect as the cage smothered it. Once Daddy Ben stopped he would get up and hang the embarrassing rules on the wall above the tv, then sitting down next to me i rubbed the front of my crotch with my mittens trying to get some sensation but nothing happened, looking at Daddy ben i whimpered. “Please let me orgasm like a man daddy 🥺 i’m so embarrassed i think my penis might explode with cum if i dont” to which ben simply grabbed under my arm and pulled me across him. Before i knew it i was over his lap, my crotch on his knee and ass pointing up and suddenly with word or warning a hard smack hit my ass, pain spread across my ass cheeks and i couldn’t help but squeal like a little girl. Daddy Ben had just spanked me so hard that even through the sleeper and puffy diapers it stung as much as bare skin, “shut up Jade, 5 spanks for each of the 2 rules you just broke!” He simply stated as he proceeded to slam his palm down hard again on my ass before i could say anything. With each spank my eyes watered, i kicked and flailed my legs and tried to get off his lap. Eventually with an incredibly sore ass daddy finished and turned me over to sit on his lap, legs hanging off on side of his thighs I winced as pressure was placed on my cheeks from sitting. Sniffling, daddy used his thumb to wipe away my tears as he said. “There there ssshhh ssshhh stop the crying now princess, you broke a rule and you’ve been punished. I’ll have no more tears missy”

Staring a daddy i couldn’t believe this, a grown man! Im a grown man and here i was sat on the lap of another grown man who had just finished spanking me like a child while wearing chastity, diapers, a sleeper and mittens, extensions in my hair made me look the part as well. How pathetic was i! A grown man sat here like a baby girl with another man! Wiping away tears that they cause by inflicting punishment on me!.

At that daddy would scoop me up in his arms and walk through to the kitchen as he said, “you should know Princess that because you’ve had a long day i only spanked you 5 times for each broken rule, that was daddy being nice, it should be 10 for every rule broken.” He said as my cheek glowed red with humiliation, however that was nothing compared too the humiliation of spotting what daddy was about to put me down in. Walking up to a very sturdy built high chair daddy sat me down, pushing my wrists down into stocks my arms were locked to the chair arms and my ankles would also become locked into stocks making escape from the chair impossible. Whimpering i watched daddy slid a tray table on trapping my torso as well, “daddy….” Stopping to think i found myself trying to obey the baby speak rule, “uhm pwease cans you fwee my wists. Dis makin me scawed” i lisped and whimpered as the restrained arms began giving me flashbacks too the arab cock shooting cum at me.

Having began pottering around in the kitchen, daddy returned with 6 little baby food cups, a measuring jug full of what was unmistakably cum, a bottle of milk and a baby spoon. “No silly, mittened little babies can’t feed themselves and I won’t have you flailing around while daddies trying to feed you your din dins” Daddy replies ripping open the lid of the first baby food cup and pouring some of the cum from the jug into the baby food. Mixing it all up with the baby spoon he then took a spoonful and began to further treat me like a child, “open wide here cums the choo choo train, chugga chugga choo choo”.

Would i do it? Open my mouth and begin what was bound to be the longest and most disgusting meal i’d had in a while?…….

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eideticmemory · 4 years ago

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DOWN THE HALL | SPENCER REID

Spencer lives down the hall, and likes to spend more time dicking you down than telling you the important things.

Word Count: 4k.

Warning: Sex w/ S2 Spencer.

207.

Not very far from 210, where not two months ago, you settled down in the heart of DC. You first met him when he was coming up the steps, and like an awkward television moment. Your eyes met, you went still, stunned from any movement, your key stuck in the lock of your door.

And although he felt it too, the connection, the attraction, the momentary pause in time. He didn’t react. He stopped, he saw, he kept walking. All the way to unit 207, where he’d lived for over a year.

In your wildest dreams, he would give you just a second of his time. He was like a blur. Never there. Gone in an instant, constantly moving. He often came home late at night, sometimes two, three in the morning.

Tonight, he came home at midnight. He pounded on your door exactly thirty-seven minutes after the hour. You weren’t asleep by any means, but you were comfortable in your bed. Completely surrounded by bliss and safety, suddenly pulled to fear by the sudden knock.

You answered the door in your pajamas, a lamp in the grasp of your hand, prepared to defend yourself in the most ridiculous way possible. You dropped it to the ground when you saw him.

“Hi.”

“Hi . . . [y/n], right?” he greeted, too tired to put on the facade of a bubbly appearance. His sweater vest was clenched in his fist at his side, his tie loosened around his neck, only just revealing his chest underneath.

You, dressed in gray long sleeve and green shorts, tried desperately to hide yourself behind the door. “Yeah,” you murmured.

“Hi, uh, I’m Spencer — Reid. I live in 207,” he told you. A formal introduction.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around.”

“I’ve seen you, too,” he sighed. “Which is why I’m here, listen, [y/n], would you like to come over?”

“I — “ you stuttered, visibly taken aback. “When?”

“Now.”

“Now? Now? I — for all you know, you could be a serial killer or something.”

He let out a short, breathy laugh, shaking his head, “No, no, I’m not a serial killer . . . the opposite, actually.”

The way you saw it: you could be stupid, and not go with this gorgeous man. Or be stupid, and go with this gorgeous man. There was really one answer. “Okay . . . okay, let me change — “

“What you have on is fine,” he nodded to you, sticking his hands in his pockets as he walked down the hall.

Your jaw dropped just slightly, “Okay.” And you followed him, your socks pressing to the hardwood of the hallway floor.

He closed the door behind you, and it felt final. Locked in. You turned to him, after being distracted by the allure of his apartment, and he was suddenly two feet away from you. You gasped, “Really making me believe you’re a serial killer, dude.”

“Sorry . . . sorry,” he whispered, taking a step back. “I just — didn’t think you’d actually come. Didn’t have a plan.”

“Oh, now you’re shy?”

Spencer cracked a smile.

Finally.

“Bad day?” you asked.

“Bad.”

“Well . . . I don’t know what you’re, usual coping skills are, but um, if this is your very deranged version of a booty call, I accept.”

He furrowed his eyebrows at you, “Booty call?” he repeated, not understanding the term in the slightest.

You let out a dry chuckle, “Okay . . . okay, um . . .” You moved in with your hands ready to hold his face in your palms. His skin was warm, red, soft. Just like his lips. His teeth bit down on your bottom lip, in a desperate attempt to keep you close.

You pulled away, his temples between your hands, whispered, “Is that what you wanted?”

And instead of saying a simple ‘yes,’ he pushed his body against yours, pulled you in by your waist and stuck his tongue in your mouth.

It was a heavy mix of attempts to breathe between kisses, you tripping over your feet as Spencer began to kiss your neck, feverishly pushing you to his bedroom. You fell back onto his bed, completely spread open for his to see. To touch. To kiss. To climb on top of.

By sheer luck of his, you weren’t wearing underwear, and it drove him crazy how wet you already were. He pushed your shorts to the side and you melted against his fingers as they pressed to your clit, slid inside of you. He hummed a soft moan against your cheek, using his hips and wrist to push his fingers further inside of you. God, you don’t know how he did it, but your legs were already shaking. You gripped onto the soft material of his shirt, your jaw dropping to release a gasp.

You couldn’t comprehend how his fingers made you feel so full. How they struck in just the right spot, so deep, so much pressure. “Fuck,” you slipped.

“I’m not even doing anything,” Spencer said. Not cocky, not arrogant. Just clueless. It was cute.

“So do something,” you wanted it to be an order. But it came out as a beg.

Either way, he delivered. He curled his fingers inside of you, and you could feel your entire body tense up. He was fast, and aggressive, more than you anticipated. His hands pushed your shirt up over your chest. He took his time, teasing your nipples with his fingertips, blowing on them just to keep them hard before he put his mouth on them. It was all tongue, slimy and sticky and topped off with tight suction.

Tangling your hands in his hair, you release frail whimpers into the air. Your hips moved desperately against his hand, chasing an orgasm that was so close, it was just mean. You called out Spencer’s name, and he responded by railing his fingers into you so hard, your toes curled on impact.

“Oh, God,” you whined.

His mind pieced together the clues like fragments of glass. The heat between your legs, the shuffling of your thighs, your increased in volume, the way you pulled at his clothes, his hair, his skin. You were so close. And he was going to get you there, no need to worry.

His mouth left a wet trail from your breasts to your navel. The palm of his hand pushed your thighs apart, just making enough room for his head. “God, fuck,” his mouth was red hot, and slick. His tongue pressed into just the right spot on your clit, and swiped up with a hard and fast motion. Over, and over, and over.

It was so good. The combination of his long fingers, and quick tongue, and the warmth of his hand holding your tummy down. You pulled and scratched at him in some weak effort to ease the intensity, but he was so good. Where you needed it, he gave it to you. Until the tension in your body became too much to bear, and you came in a tantrums of moans and gasps. Both of his hands grabbed your thighs as they tightened around his face, and his tongue worked on you until every last drop was squeezed out of you.

You went to catch your breath, but his mouth was back on yours. His face was red, and turned a dark crimson when you undid his pants. Your head was heavy, and your vision was still a bit blurry, so you let your hands lead the way. You only looked down when his cock was caught in your hand, hard and big and pulsing for you, aching for you. You kissed Spencer’s neck, your tongue tracing a line down his throat as he reached over to grab a condom. His body was trembling, struggling to hold back from the pleasure.

The condom rolled over him pornographically, contrasting against the fabric of his pants. His belt rang as he pushed himself into you, and it was cold on your stomach. Just beneath the surface, Spencer was filling you up to the brink, and God, did you feel full. His hands were positioned beside your head, each other gripping onto the pillow with all his strength.

Even in the dark, you could see his pupils were dilated to the size of Jupiter, and his teeth dug into his lip as his hips dug into yours. His movements were slow at first, unsure. But as he moved in and out of you, made you squeak and moan, he realized that you liked it. That he was doing a good job, and he better keep it up. So he picked up the pace, a lot. You were taking as much of a beating as the headboard, but your moaning was loud enough to mask the noise. Spencer only gave you primal grunts in your ear, until you hooked your legs around his waist. Then his jaw dropped, and the gates were open.

It was almost musical, the sounds you guys made together. Growing louder when one of you would claw at the other, or bite onto the other’s shoulder just to stay grounded. And Spencer seemed to get more determined with time, placing your ankles on his shoulders, bending you in half just to get as deep inside of you as possible.

He had you in tears almost. So little time, but still so, so close. The pressure was deep, making you whimper with each thrust Spencer delivered without mercy. You held your fingers to the back at his neck, holding him in place with his forehead against yours. You pleaded, with your eyes, your voice, “Keep going, ke--keep going.”

He paused to hold his cock deep inside of you, just long enough to make you cry out, then his fingers found their way to your clit. They were fast, and his hips struggled to keep up. But either way, the pleasure was blinding and weakening. When you came, you gave him all you had. Absolutely all you had. He watched it happen. Watched your face, to make sure he remembered it. And he will remember it.

He’ll remember it as the face that laid there, underneath him, and watched him come undone. Your grunts and groans lined up perfectly with each of his final thrusts, reaching their peak as Spencer breathed out a long and life-sucking orgasm, shaking helplessly against you while he rode it out.

Dazed doesn’t begin to describe it -- the feeling of laying there afterwards. You just laid there, looking at him, thinking:

207.

I’m going to fall in love with the guy in 207 if he keeps fucking me like this.

“Oh . . .” Spencer said, noticing you crawling out of his bed. “You’re welcome to sleep in here, I can . . . I can take the couch.”

You chuckled, “Yeah, yeah, that’s not quite how the whole booty call thing works. But, um, if you want to see me again . . . you know where I live.”

That, he did.

And he was a frequent visitor. For months. You never did pinpoint where he worked, or what he did. His hours were never consistent. Weekends, late nights, even later nights. The poor thing would be so tired. He’d use the very last bit of all of his strength to fuck you, suck you, make you come until you were too worn out to move. Then, he’d just pass out. He once fell asleep in your arms at one in the morning. You touched the bridge of his nose, ran your finger over his swollen lips, felt the sweat on his jaw.

207, you thought.

God, the guy in 207 is beautiful.

The absolute latest -- or, earliest -- encounter you had was at six in the morning. He woke you out of a deep sleep with a phone call. His contact flashed on the screen, only noted with the initials SR, and it was accompanied by his voice, telling you he was at your door. The sun was rising, shining softly on you two through the window. It was the first time Spencer ever fully undressed for you. He was even more beautiful than you’d initially thought, and you were free to touch every inch of him. Feel the way his skin heated up, and watch how it turned red under your touch.

He pinned your hands over your head while you came, kept whispering to you. “It’s okay, [y/n], let it out. Let it go.”

You did. It was the first night you two received a noise complaint. The first time you saw Spencer hunched over in laughter. After your next door neighbor had returned to her apartment.

“This is funny to you?” You asked, but you couldn’t contain your own laughter.

Spencer responded with a cackle. He was bent over, hands on his knees, dying of laughter. Another noise complaint had to be on it’s way. “God,” he laughed. “I’m so tired. I’m so — I’m —“ he was cut off by another fit of giggles. And all you could do was watch, wait.

He choked out his last few chuckles, and stood up straight, breathing in a deep gust of air. “Can I make you breakfast?”

You raised your eyebrows at him, grinning, “You think you should be allow around an open flame right now? Seriously?”

“Come on.”

The sun was in full bloom, bright and illuminating the space in Spencer’s apartment. You sat at his kitchen table, observing him in a trance. His sweatpants were hanging off of his hips, topped with a loose red t-shirt that stuck out against his pale skin. His hair was still disheveled, and covering his face. Standing over two pans of eggs and bacon, the heat caused sweat to bead on his forehead. Every once in a while, he’d turn his head to look at you. Like he knew you weren’t taking your eyes off him. He’d smile, you’d smile back, and watch him as he continued back to his cooking.

207, you thought.

Fuck, I’m falling for the guy in 207.

But that was the last time you saw him.

The last time he called, the last time he came over, the last time you went to his place. It was the last late night booty call Spencer Reid had to offer.

And it made you feel like shit. Shitty, and angry, and so confused. Shitty, because, well, you were no longer getting the dick you were accustomed to. Angry, because what the fuck? And confused, because . . . because you don’t know what you did. Don’t know how he went from looking at you with that soft glimmer in his eyes, to barely looking at you at all.

From fucking you, every night that he could, to having his number deleted from your phone. That didn’t stop you from sleeping beside it every night, hoping, wishing, that it would just ring. That it was just work keeping him from you.

But after three weeks, you finally came to terms with the fact that it probably wasn’t work. Your mind went into overload, imaging all the things it could be, and the one thing that would not leave your brain: It’s another girl. It had to be. It had to be. Because, as much it hurt, it hurt less than thinking he had just forgotten about you.

The night he finally spoke to you again, was the first night you slept properly in weeks. It was a deep sleep, and for once — for once, in a fucking blue moon — you didn’t dream of Spencer.

So, of course he showed up at your door at midnight.

You awoke like you’d been waiting for the sound. In a lot of ways, you had been, but in no way were you prepared for it. You hopped out of bed, rushed to the door so fast that you were sliding in your socks.

“Wow,” Spencer breathed. “So you . . . always look this beautiful when you wake up . . .”

You went to slam the door in his face, but he stopped it with his palm, “[y/n], wait, please —“

You sighed, and pulled the door open, hand on your hip, avoiding eye contact. From the quick glimpse you caught of him, he looked like he hadn’t sleep in almost a month. His eyes lost their light, his skin lost it’s color, his shoulders were slouched in exhaustion. The wrinkled shirt he had one was buttoned unevenly, and his feet were bare.

“I just . . .” he cleared his throat. “I didn’t know who else to go to, I’m sorry.”

You crossed your arms at him, “What’s wrong?” you asked, reluctantly.

“Can you . . . can you just come over?”

“Are you kidding? You ghost me, and expect me to come over and fuck? Are you seri —“

“[y/n].” He interrupted you, his voice stern. It shut you up immediately. “Can you just come over, please.”

The look on his face was full of stress. Aching, longing, tiredness. One month. One month of radio silence, and he thinks you’ll roll out of bed and fuck him?

He’s absolutely right.

The door to his apartment was cracked open, and from the threshold, you could hear the faintest sound. Almost a whine. You stepped in slowly, while Spencer rushed passed you after closing the door. He crossed the apartment, over to his bedroom where he disappeared almost instantly.

And here you thought he was really learning the ropes of the whole booty call thing. You entered the room, with your head hung low, ready to slide into his bed.

“How are you? Does your head still hurt?” he whispered.

Confused, thinking he was talking to you, you lifted your head up, stopped in your tracks. The little girl laying in Spencer’s bed was curled up into a ball, looking at him with a face of pure pain. Their faces mirrored one another’s, in an eerie way. The sadness, the exhaustion, they portrayed their emotions the exact same way.

She gave him a nod, and like she’d been waiting for Spencer to return, she broke into tears. Tears, and loud wails, and writhing around as she coddled her forehead. Spencer held her against his chest, rocking her in an attempt to soothe her. He turned to you, his eyes saying one word: Help.

You were frozen, yet somehow able to move your feet. You took a seat beside the little girl, looked at her, then Spencer, her, then Spencer. Her.

“Cassie, this is my friend, [y/n],” he told her. But Cassie only cried louder.

Her cries were unbearable, sad. You sighed to yourself, looked at Spencer until he gave you a nod.You reached in slowly to pressed your palm to Cassie’s forehead.

“Oh, goodness, honey, you’re burning up,” you said. Giving Spencer one last look, you asked, “May I?”

Spencer said a quiet “yes,” before handing Cassie over you. The little one rested her head on your shoulder, as you cradled her in your arms.

You rose to your feet, and carried her to Spencer’s bathroom, where you immediately cut on the shower. The rush of water was barely loud enough to drown out her cries. You began to undress her, removing her pajamas.

“Do you have any children’s tylenol?” you asked Spencer as you sat Cassie in the tub.

“I—i—it’s cooold!” she wailed.

“I know, I know, give me a second,” you told her. “Spencer. Do you have any children’s tylenol?”

“N—no,” he stuttered, struggling to speak while you removed your shorts.

“Get some,” you ordered. You stepped into the tub, and pulled Cassie into your arms. The coldwater soaked your clothes, and coaxed her shaking body.You rested your back against the wall, and allowed her to sob against your chest. Sobbing. But quieter now.

Spencer looked at Cassie, hesistant. “Go,” you nodded to him. “We’ll be okay.”

He exhaled, “You sure?”

“Positive.”

Cassie stayed in your arms for the rest of the night. By the time Spencer returned, she’d let you dress her, brush her hair. And it was you who took her temperature, which had thankfully dropped dramatically since the shower. You gave her a small amount of tylenol, and you both fell asleep with her laying on your chest.

Spencer came to wake you at seven in the morning. He hovered over you, and gently called your name so as to not wake Cassie. You groggily looked down at her, and slid from under her carefully. You made sure she was tucked in before you left the room.

Spencer had a cup of coffee waiting for you. The two of you sipped on mugs, awkwardly standing in the kitchen, in silence. “So . . .” you spoke. “Is she . . .”

“Mine?” he nodded slowly, avoiding your gaze. “Yes.”

You scoffed, set your mug down. “She’s cute.”

“[y/n]—“

“And Cassie. Cute name . . . short for Cassandra?”

He sighed, “Cassiopeia, actually . . . she was, uh, queen in greek mythology. Known for her beauty.”

You almost cracked a smile. “Your doing, I suppose.”

“I may have had a say in it,” he grinned.

“Don’t do that,” you commanded.

“Do what?”

“Look at me, and be all cute, and think that’s going to get you out this. Because it’s not.”

“I’m . . .” he stuttered. “Not trying to get out of anything . . .”

“Well, you should be. All those times you’ve been inside me, and you couldn’t tell me once that you have a kid?”

“It’s complicated . . .”

“No, no! It’s not complicated. It’s four words. A little bit more if you bother to give me an adequate explanation.”

“I don’t owe you an explaination, [y/n].”

You took a step back, “Oh, really? You don’t?”

“No.”

You drew in a deep breath, crossed your arms, and exhaled as you stared at the floor. “Bye, Spencer.”

You turned around, and headed for the front door, the sound of his voice drawing you back in. “What do you want from me?” He shouted. You’d never so much as heard him curse, let alone raise his voice. You turned to him, your jaw dropped.

“What do you want, [y/n]?” he continued, now taking small steps towards you as he spoke. “Hm? You want me to tell you the truth? Fine. I was 20 when River and I had Cassie. 20. I had just gotten my doctorate, I wasn’t ready to have a . . . kid. But I love my daughter. Then it . . . came down to moving for work . . . River wouldn’t come with me, so I left.”

“You left?” You repeated.

He nodded, “I did. Not without a . . . nasty, non-legal custody battle first. Because of my job, I — I couldn’t get Cassie. I couldn’t give her what she needed. Which is why when my . . . crazy, ex-girlfriend showed up a month ago and dropped her off, said she was my responsibility now, I couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t . . . even take care of her when she had a migraine.”

Your face had visibly softened at his change of tone. The hint of sadness that carried in his voice. “I’m sorry,” you said. “That you went through that, I’m sorry . . . but that doesn’t change the fact that I should’ve gotten this information a bit sooner—“

“Why?” he snapped. “Why, [y/n]? Because we were having sex? I owed you my entire life story because we were having sex?”

The gust of air that exhaled from your lips was quick and unstoppable. You could hear the hurt. So could Spencer. You nodded, “Guess not.”

You continued to head for the exit, not looking back, not stopping. But when you opened the door, two people were waiting, about to knock on the wood.

“Hi,” the woman said. “Hi . . . oh, we must have the wrong apartment. I’m sorry.”

“Garcia, Garcia, wait,” the man told her, then turned to you. “We’re looking for Spencer Reid, is he here?”

“Yeah, he is. I’m leaving.” You grumbled, pushing past the two of them to rush to your apartment.

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” you heard the woman mumbled behind your back.

“Yo, kid,” the man’s voice called. “Where ya’ been? Did you think you could miss two weeks of work and we wouldn’t check on you?”

Oh, good, you thought.

So we’re all finding this out at the same time.

You didn’t leave your place for the rest of the day. The first thing you did was try to watch tv. Then, journaling. Then, yoga. Then, a little online shopping. But when the guy who you began to trust and love has a kid that he’s been hiding for months, brings you into his home to care for her, and then writes you off as a fling, there’s not much that can take your mind off of it.

The only thing that worked was a knock at the door. His knock. You huffed, slammed your hands into the couch cushions, and stood. Marching up to the door, you swung it open with an attitude. “What?” You snapped, enraged. Until you looked down.

“Hi, Miss [y/n]!” Cassie pipped. God, she looked so much like her father.

“Oh, Cassie,” you smiled, bending down to ignore Spencer. “Hi, honey. How are you feeling?”

“Great! I made you something,” she presented you with a piece of paper, graced with a wonderful portrait of a bunny. You smiled as she placed it in your hands.

“Our way of saying thank you, for last night,” Spencer added.

You looked up at him, and gave him a faux smile while you rose to your feet. “Of course. I’m happy to help,” you nodded.

“Would you . . . possibly like to come to the park with us?” his voice cracked. “M—Maybe . . . grab dinner afterwards?”

Now your smile was real.

“Pleeeeease, Miss [y/n], please?” Cassie begged. She leaned in, whispered, “I think daddy thinks you’re pretty.”

You laughed, and the sound mixed in with Spencer’s own laughter. You looked up at him, and there it was: that momentary pause in time. “Sure,” you said to him. Only him. “I’d like that very much.”

Based on this request from @crystalclearwater162: heyy queen! do u mind writing single dad Spencer? But like Spencer from season 1 or 2 and the team doesn’t know he has a kid bc they’ve nvr rly seen him beside work. they only find out bc they show up to his apartment one day after work and see a little girl calling him daddy 🥺🥺.

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid/reader #mine

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In Case You Don’t Live Forever

~chapter nine rewritten~

Pairing: Peter Parker x Venom!Reader

Synopsis: you are Peters greatest love and Spider-Man’s greatest enemy

Series Masterlist

You were quiet in the cab ride home. Peter was talking a mile a minute and all you gave him were small smiles and fake laughs every now and then so he wouldn’t suspect anything was wrong. He was too happy about how well the evening had gone to notice.

“Do you want to come back to my apartment? You can sleep over if you want.” Peter asked with a shy smile when you got to your floor. You didn’t want to lie in bed all night with Peter when you were literally lying to Peter, so you faked a yawn and stretched a little.

“Not tonight, babe. I’m a little tired.” You lied. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay Pete?”

Peter looked a little disappointed but you knew he understood.

“Okay, darling. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He went to kiss your lips but you turned so he only got your cheek. You pretended not to see the confusion and hurt in Peters eyes at your actions. You went into your apartment and went out the window immediately, needing to blow off some steam as Venom.

It didn’t take long to find crime, or for crime to find you. You soon heard the shrill cries of a panicked woman.

“Someone help me! He’s got my son!” She screamed. You immediately morphed into Venom and followed the sound of her voice. You climbed to the top of a tall building and scanned the city. Your eyes landed on a man running away with a small child struggling in his grasp. You jumped from the building and ran after the man at full speed. You caught up to him easily and blocked his path. You shot a web at the child and yanked him out of the mans grasp. At that moment, Spider-Man jumped down from the sky and landed between you and the man.

“Hold this.” You demanded and handed the child to Spider-Man. Spider-Man took the child and looked at you, the eyes on his mask squinting in confusion.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked as he bounced the child on his hip.

“Eat.” Venom said simply before bolting after the kidnapper who had took off running.

“Find the mom and get him to safety.” Venom called back to Spider-Man.

When you tracked the man down, you snatched the man up and suspended him in the air. Venom quickly swallowed him whole and fled the scene.

You found the mother just in time to see Spider-Man reuniting her with her child.

“Here you go ma’am.” He said kindly. The mother took her child and smiled at him gratefully.

“Thank you Spider-Man. I don’t know how you do it. You’re a hero.” The mom praised. Spider-Man laughed softly.

“I do my best. Stay safe.” Spider-Man waved kindly. The mother thanked him again and left with her son. Spider-Man turned to walk away as well but you stopped him.

“What the hell was that?” You roared. “You just took all the credit for saving that kid. You didn’t even do anything. We saved the kid, we killed the man, you were just the delivery boy. Why didn’t you tell the mom that we helped?” Spider-Man looked as taken aback as a man in a mask could look. Granted, your Y/n was showing. You were speaking in your Venom voice but it was really you talking, and Spider-Man seemed to notice the difference.

“Oh. I’m-I’m sorry. It’s just, you’re kinda scary and the kid was already super freaked out. I didn’t want to make it worse by him seeing you.” Spider-Man answered. He didn’t mean to offend you but his words hurt.

“We’re not scary. We saved that boy.” You said in defense.

“Yeah but, you’re honestly terrifying man.” Spider man laughed awkwardly. “Even I’m scared. A little kid wouldn’t want to see a hideous monster right after nearly being kidnapped. No offense.”

It almost seemed like he was trying to compliment you. Venom was much more hurt by his words than you were. At the end of the day, you could look like a regular person while Venom was stuck looking like a “hideous monster.”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” You shouted in your own voice. Spider-Man looked around for who the new voice came from.

“Did that come from you?” He asked.

“It came from us.” You said, back to the low Venom growl.

“See it’s things like that that make you terrifying.” Spiderman continued. “That kid would’ve wet his pants if he saw you. I’m a nice, friendly face that people can trust. Really, no offense dude, but no one wants to see your face.”

You took a menacing step towards him and roared. He backed up instantly and held up his arms in defense.

“Woah woah woah please don’t put your eggs in me!” He shrieked. “I’m just stating the facts. You will never be a hero, if that what’s you’re going for. New York isn’t going to feel safe with a monster like you on the streets. If I told that mom that you were the one to save her kid, she would’ve ran straight to the cops. It might be better if you just went back to the planet you came from.”

He was trying something new. He knew he couldn’t physically beat Venom in a fight, so he tried using his words instead. His girlfriend was so good with words and he wanted to make her proud. All he knew was, he needed Venom out of the city.

“You’re wrong. We’re not a monster.” Venom growled. You just stayed silent.

“Fine. Monster. Alien. Whatever you want to be called, it doesn’t matter.” Spiderman waved his hand. “Because all anyone will call you is dangerous, scary, and a threat. You’re better off leaving earth and never coming back.”

“We’re not leaving.” Venom snarled.

“What’s with the we? Who else is in there?” Spider-Man asked. He reached out to touch you and you threw him against a building.

“Don’t touch us. Our host is in here.” Venom growled. Spider-Man tilted his head.

“Host? So you’re like a parasite?” He asked innocently. Innocent or not, it was the wrong question to ask. Venom picked Spider-Man up by his neck again and dangled him in the air. Spider-Man kicked his legs and tried to break free but couldn’t.

“First, you take credit for our work, then you insult us, and now you call us a parasite? We are not a parasite. We are Venom. And you are dead.” Venom sneered. Venom was too angry to listen to what Mr. Stark said about not eating Spider-Man. He had pushed you too far.

Venom ripped Spider-Mans mask off, wanting to see his identity before you killed him. To your devastating surprise, your terrified boyfriends face stared back at you. He had a bloody nose from being thrown against the wall and his face was red from lack of oxygen. He whispered pleas for mercy as his eyes begged you to let him go. You gasped and immediately dropped Peter onto the ground, looking around frantically for what to do next. He coughed and sputtered for a while while he rubbed his aching neck.

When he looked up, Venom was handing him his mask back with an apologetic look on your big white eyes. Peter shakily took the mask and nodded in thanks. You nodded back and ran as fast as you could back to your apartment. You climbed into your window, transformed back into yourself, and went to throw up in the bathroom.

Peter was Spider-Man. Peter was Spider-Man. And you were Venom. How could it be? How could fate be so cruel? And yet, it made perfect sense. He fit the description. College student from New York who traveled to Washington D.C. at the time of the elevator incident. It explained everything, from the first aid kit on Peters desk, to the constant phone calls, to Ned asking if you knew about Peter, and of course, Mr. Stark. The Stark Internship was being Spider-Man. You should’ve known. The signs were all there. But a part of you just wanted something good for once. Something that the rest of the world couldn’t touch. That something had been Peter. And now, you had to give him up.

You ignored Peters calls and texts for the next six days. You gave him a lame excuse about needed to stay focused on your Cletus Kasady article and so you couldn’t be on your phone. You had a week to tell him you were Venom, according to Mr. Stark. That week was almost up and you had spent it successfully avoiding Peter. You stayed in your apartment as often as you could and only left out the window when you had to go somewhere. Peters texts increasingly got harder and harder to ignore. You didn’t want to ignore his sweet good morning and goodnight texts or science puns, but you couldn’t face him. You just wanted to shake him and ask him why he kept something so big a secret from you. But alas, you said nothing.

On the sixth day of avoiding Peter, you knew you had to go out. You didn’t want to use the front door but you desperately needed to check your mail and it was pouring rain outside. You peered out your peephole and saw no signs of Peter. You quickly opened your door and didn’t even make it two steps before you heard the sound of Peters door opening. Running would be a bad option, right? You slowly turned around and gave Peter and awkward smile. He didn’t smile back.

“You’re avoiding me.” He stated. His voice wasn’t it’s usually happy tone. He sounded hurt and confused. You knew he had every reason to be, but you were hurt and confused too.

“I’m not. I told you I had to write my article.” You lied through your teeth. He didn’t buy it.

“Bullshit.” He scoffed. “I know you haven’t had your final interview with him. It’s in two days, right? How could you be finishing your article when you’re not even done with the interviews?”

You gulped. He saw right through your lies.

“Are you mad at me?” His tone changed as his voice weakened. “Did I do something wrong?”

Your heart broke. You wanted to hug him and tell him he didn’t do anything wrong, but you couldn’t. He’d been lying to you as long as you knew him. You couldn’t just forgive him and pretend you didn’t know he was Spider-Man.

“No.” You said quietly, suddenly taking extreme interest in your shoes. “No, Petey, I’m not mad.”

“Then why won’t you talk to me?” His voice cracked and your heart cracked with it. You looked down and shook your head, wishing you had an answer to give him. You looked around before stepping forward and pulling him into a tearful kiss. You let in longer in case it was the last kiss you ever shared with him He kissed you back but you felt his hesitation. His guard was up and you knew why.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed once you pulled away. “I can’t explain. I have to go, Peter. I’m sorry.”

You hated yourself for saying it, he deserved so much better. Peter looked like he was about to cry, confusion clouding his brown eyes. You turned away from him, unable to watch his heart breaking in front of you.

“Is this it?” His voice was quiet. “Are we over?”

“I think we are.” You said without turning around.

“Why the hell did you say that?” You thought. It’s not what you meant. You looked at Peter over your shoulder in time to see a tear run down his cheek. You went to turn back around but Peter grabbed your hand suddenly and pulled you towards the stairs. You didn’t resist and let him tug you, feeling like you owed him as much. You find it slightly ironic know that you knew why he was so strong.

Peter pulled you all the way to the roof, back to the very spot you once referred to as “ours.” He let go of your hand and pointed to the ledge, looking at you with weary eyes.

“Tell me it was all fake. Tell me it was all in my head and we weren’t happy together on that ledge. Tell me I made it all up and you were never as into me as I was into you. Tell me our first kiss, our first time, our first conversation meant nothing to you. Tell me you hate me and feel nothing for me.” He shouted before quieting down. “Because unless you tell me that, I won’t let you end this without giving me a reason. I won’t let you just walk away. Please, don’t end what we have just because you’re scared. You don’t have to be afraid. Not of me.”

“I know.” You whispered. “But you should be afraid of me. In fact, you already are.”

“What?” Peter furrowed his eyebrows. “Afraid—what?”

“I’m not afraid of you, Peter. Or of this. Of us. That’s not it.” You told him truthfully. “I’m afraid of what will happen when you find out I’m not who you think I am. I’m far worse.”

“What are you talking about? I do know you.” He insisted.

“You don’t.” You shook your head as tears fell from your eyes. “You do but you don’t.”

“Then who are you?”

“I’m a monster. We-“ you were cut off by the sounds of people screaming from the street below. Peter looked at you before running to the edge to peer down.

“Something’s attacking the city.” He called back to you. “It looks like a red version of Venom.”

“A red symbiote?” ,you thought, “how can that be?”

Peter turned and looked at you, not wanting to pull out his Spider-Man suit in front of you. Of course, he didn’t know that you were already well aware of his secret.

With the city under attack, your fight with Peter was going to wait. You wiped the tears from your face and walked past Peter, your shoulders brushing as you moved past him. You stared over the edge at the commotion, knowing you were the only one who could give the symbiote a fair fight. Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked over your shoulder at Peter, giving him a silent apology.

“I love you, Peter.” You said suddenly, never breaking eye contact. “I love you.”

With that, you jumped off the roof and turned into Venom in mid air. You landed on the ground below and roared at the red symbiote. You knew you had to focus on the fight, but your mind was goign a million miles an hour.

It was the first time you’d ever said those words to Peter, despite feeling them from the moment you met. He was the second boy you ever said those words to, but the first boy where you actually meant it.

You shook your head to free yourself from your thoughts and let out another roar.

“Venom!” The red symbiote smiled. “So glad you could make it! Where’s your friend huh? Is she too scared to come out and say hello to Carnage?”

“Carnage?” You wondered. Since when was there another symbiote on earth and more importantly, how did it know who you were?

You wasted no time in launching yourself at Carnage and attacking. You two wrestled for dominance for a while until Carnage ultimately won. He began to pull Venom off your body and you felt your face became uncovered. Carnage raised his razor sharp fingernails and prepared to slit your throat with his long nails.

“Heads up!” Spider-Man came swinging down and kicked Carnage off of you before he could harm you. You quickly bonded back with Venom and stood up, just in time to see Carnage throwing Peter across the street. You ran to him and helped him up.

“Shoot your web at the same time we do, okay?” You said and held out your wrist. Peter did the same and you both shot a web at the fast approaching Carnage. The combination of your webs was enough to capture Carnage and send him crashing to the floor. He soon broke out of his webbing and began running towards you again.

“Karen! Web grenade!” Peter yelled. He threw a web ball at Carnage and it blew up in the red symbiotes face. While he was distracted, you pulled the symbiote from its host by the ankles. Enough skin of the host was showing for you to take a bite. Carnage yelled in pain and turned to his closest attacker, which happened to be Peter. He picked Peter up and repeatedly slammed him into the pavement. To stop this, you tackled Carnage and spit acid spit in his eyes. Carnage howled and began to run away.

“I’ll be back, Venom.” He snarled. “And when I return, there’s gonna be Carnage.”

You ignored his threat and quickly ran to your unconscious boyfriend, kneeling down beside him. After checking to see that no one was around, you took off his mask and accessed his injuries. His face was beaten pretty badly and his pulse was weak. You transformed back into yourself and took off your hoodie and shirt, leaving you in a sports bra and leggings. You ran your hands over Peters body until you found a way to take the suit off, it was by pressing the spider on the chest. You tore up your shirt and pressed it to the large wound on Peters chest to stop the bleeding. You suddenly got an idea and pressed a hand to his chest, letting Venom go inside him and move around. Venoms healing abilities made the cuts on Peters chest disappear, but he was still knocked out. You pulled your hand away and slipped the hoodie around his body before picking him up with ease. He was adorably light. You quickly ran into the apartment building and went to his room before anyone could see you.

Peter came to about a half hour later just as you were finishing up healing his cuts. You had managed to bathe him and get him into a fresh pair of comfy clothes while his body healed.

Peter slowly woke up and noticed you were straddling his lap. After nearly a week of no contact with you, it felt nice. He missed the way your skin felt on his. He almost jumped out of his seat when he saw his Spider-Man suit hanging up in the closet where you could easily see it.

“Relax. I already know you’re Spider-Man.” You cooed as you put some Neosporin on his busted eyebrow. Peter relaxed under you for a moment as he took in his situation.

“And you’re not mad?” He asked quietly. You were surprisingly calm considering the circumstances.

“I’m not mad.” You smiled softly at him. “Venom is a little offended that you called her ugly though.”

“You’re Venom.” Peter said as he remembered seeing you jump off the building and transforming into the alien before his eyes. It made sense. The “We” was in reference to you. And you had saved his life the first night you met when Venom wanted to eat him. He just couldn’t believe his girlfriend was his arch nemesis this whole time.

“I am. Well, we are. Venom, say hi.” You turned to your left and watched as Venom shyly came out in her snake-like form to greet

“Hi.” Venom hissed.

“Hey.” Peter said back with a tiny bit a fear. He looked at you for reassurance and you nodded.

“You’re no panty dropper yourself, by the way.” Venom grumbled.

“Hey! Be nice or go back inside.” You scolded. Venom chose the later and went back inside.

“Are you mad?” You asked timidly, making him think about it.

“Not mad. Just confused.” He decided. “Is this why you were avoiding me? Because you saw my identity the night we ate dinner with Mr. Stark?”

“Yeah.” You admitted with guilt. “He told me I had a week to tell you. Today’s only day six so he’s gonna be thrilled.”

“He knows?” Peters eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes.” You confessed. “But he knew I was Venom before he knew I was your girlfriend.”

“That’s great news. Then I don’t have to explain anything to him.” Peter looked on the bright side. “Plus, he loves you. Speaking of love…”

Peter put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you into a passionate, tear filled kiss. You wrapped your hand around his wrist and kissed him deeply, one last time. You slowly pulled apart and you bit your quivering lip.

“We have to break up.” You whispered before pulling your hands away from him.

“What? Why?” Peter asked in shock.

“Look at us Peter. Look what’s become of us.” Your voice wavered. “How can we ever be together when you’re Spider-Man and I’m Venom? We didn’t tell each other these huge things about our lives and we hurt each other because of it. Tell me, do you honestly think I’d ever lay a hand on you?”

“No.” Peter answered. He knew you didn’t have a malicious bone in your body.

“Exactly. I wouldn’t. And yet, I beat you to the point where you couldn’t even stand.” You began to cry from shame. “I should be protecting you, not hurting you.”

“But you didn’t know it was me.” Peter pointed out.

“Exactly Peter! I didn’t know it was you because you didn’t tell me!” You exclaimed. “Do you not trust me?”

“Of course I trust you. But in my defense, I’ve never told anyone I was Spider-Man. May, Ned, Mr. Stark, they all found out on their own. You were the first person I was actually going to tell willingly. I just hadn’t gotten around to it yet.” He sighed, and you believed him. “And what about you? You didn’t tell me you were Venom.” .

“It’s different, Peter.” You shook your head. “Venom isn’t a friendly neighborhood superhero. People see you and the run to you for help. But Peter, I’m what they’re running from. You said it yourself. I’m a hideous monster. I had a reason to hide who I was.”

Peter looked hurt at his own words. He cringed at the memory of insulting you so many times. He couldn’t imagine how it felt to hear that from your own boyfriend.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I said that about Venom, not you. I never would’ve said it if I had known.” Peter said softly, while reaching up to stroke your cheek. You wanted nothing more than to lean into his touch and forget the whole thing.

“That’s the point.” You moved his hand away. “We both would’ve done things differently if we had known. But we didn’t. And that’s why we need to breakup. Before we hurt each other any more.”

“Y/n, please.” Peter’s lips began to tremble. You couldn’t even look at him, not when you knew how much you were hurting him. You knew you’d take one took at his tear filled eyes and run right back into his arms. You had to be strong. You got up off his lap and headed towards the door before you lost your nerve.

“I’m sorry, Peter.” You said with your back to him. “We’re just on different paths. I’m so sorry.”

“Well what if I give up being Spider-Man?” Peter bartered. You looked at him over your shoulder in bewilderment.

“You’d give that up for me?”

“Anything for you.” He said confidently.

“I can’t ask you to do that. And what about Mr. Stark? You’re just gonna give up your mentor to be with me?” You asked him, hoping to knock some sense into him.

“Nothing means anything if I don’t have you.” Peter shot back. He was making it so difficult. You couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at him for how he was acting.

“You’re not throwing your life away for me.” You shook your head sternly. “I won’t allow it.”

“Well what if you give up Venom?” He suggested.

Venom jumped out and growled at Peter. He stumbled back and you held Venom back like a dog on a leash.

“She would never choose you over us, Spider-Man.” Venom snarled. “We’ve been with Y/n much longer than you have. We’ve dried her tears. We’ve kept her safe. What have you done? Y/n and I are inseparable by choice. I’m inside her. She’s mine.”

“Yea, well, I’ve been inside her too.” Peter shot back with faltering confidence. Your eyes widened at the two of them.

“Both of you, stop it.” You commanded. “This argument is over. I’m sorry, Peter. I’ll never be sorry enough. But I have to go.”

“Where are you going?” He panicked as you went for the door again.

“Home.” you answered, avoiding his gaze.

“This is your home.” He protested. “Here, with me.”

“Not anymore.” You finally looked at him. “I’m going back to San Francisco. I booked the flight while you were knocked out and it leaves in the morning. I can’t be here anymore, Peter. I can’t see you everyday and not want to be with you.”

“Then be with me.” Peter practically yelled.

“We can’t be together. I knew it from the start.” You wiped your face when you remembered your breakdown in your car that one day.

“Y/n, please.” Peter gently took your arm, making you look at him. “Don’t go. I need you. You never even gave me a chance to say it back.”

In the midst of all the chaos and drama, you’d forgotten that you told Peter you loved him. A part of you was glad you finally got to say it, but the bigger part of you ached knowing you’d never hear it back.

“Don’t say it.” You put a half over his mouth for a moment. “Please, just, don’t say it. It’ll be too painful for the both of us. Just let me go. It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay. You and I not being together will never be okay.” Peter cried, leaving his sweet brown eyes a miserable red.

“Peter…” you breathed, hardly able to take it.

“Please don’t leave me. Everyone else has left me. And you’ve never been like everyone else.” Peter gave one last attempt to make you stay. You looked at him in his entirety. You took him all in. His wavy hair, his doe eyes, his slightly crooked nose and his eyebrow that stood all the way up. All the things you first fell in love with that day you knocked on his door to give him his mail. That seemed that a million years back but it was really only a few months. Your heart broke at the sight of Peter, as beautiful as ever, standing before with a broken heart. And even worse, you were the one that broke it.

“Stay.” His voice was barely above a whisper but he could see you beginning to weaken. He took his opportunity to beg to reconsider. A little gleam of hope bubbled in Peters chest. You stood up straighter, cleared your throat, and tore your eyes away from your ex-boyfriend.

“Peter Parker, I will love you until my lungs are empty. But I cannot stay.” You said firmly. Just like that, his hope was gone. Before he could say anything else, you ran out his bedroom door, through his kitchen, and out the front door. You locked your door behind you and climbed into bed, crying at the loss of your teenage love. You knew Peter could hear every tear that fell with his heightened hearing, so you whispered heartfelt apologies and hoped he’d find a way to forgive you.

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Reverse Captain- Killer x Reader x Eustass Kid

okay okay this is like the last old story from my archive account that i’m posting here *maybe? lmao idk* :,). i’m head over heels in love with killer so i got like ten wips for him lololo. lowkey don’t like how this one turned out, but it’s a couple of months old so idc anymore hehe. anyway i hope you guys enjoy! oh, also sorry if the spacing looks weird, i was too lazy to go through the whole thing and edit it...

-smut/nsfw-

You felt deliciously full and sore, the quick sliding of your captain's cock against your tight walls nearly made you lose consciousness.

"Fuck... Kid..!" You yelled, feeling his girth stretch you.

He grunted behind you and continued to thrust into you wildly, almost as wild as that red hair of his, which was now stuck to his forehead.

Your breasts were flush against the table of his office, rocking back and forth, creating a wanted friction that fueled your desire.

It was no surprise that Kid was rough in bed, just one look at the man and pretty sure anyone could tell. But you just weren't ready for it all, the way his cock just hit every spot inside of you so perfectly... When he leaned down to nip your ear and leave harsh markings on your neck, you felt like you couldn't keep up with him.

You broke the eye contact you had with countless papers and unfinished works in progress on Kid's desk, and looked fervently for your sword. You took that damn thing with you everywhere you went, you would risk your own life for that sword.

When you finally made eye contact with that beautiful blue casing, your face illuminated, you quickly grabbed it, using the hilt of the sword to press against Kid's chest.

"What the fuck..." He started angry, then stumbling backwards onto a stray chair in the middle of the room that fell victim to you and Kid.

"I think you need to slow down a bit, Captain." You said, your voice like sweet honey as you sauntered over to where he was sat, straddling his thighs.

"So you used Sea Stone to tell me that?!" He snapped, about to get up before you pressed the hilt against him once again.

"Ah ah. Feisty are we? I think it's my turn to take charge for the night, don't you, my Captain?" You asked, raising your hips to line yourself up right against his shaft, teasing the redding head with your slick entrance.

"Damn woman..." He growled, trying to get up again, but you were barely faster than him, trailing the hilt of the sword all over his body, making him groan tiredly.

"I would fucking end you if you weren't such a good doctor." He grumbled, still attempting to take charge every few minutes, evidently failing.

"That's all I am? Your doctor?" You responded, faking a disappointment tone. You still continued to rub your folds teasingly over the painfully hard head of your captain.

He raised his hand and you raised your sword, he almost chuckled, instead sending a smirk your way.

"Relax, princess. If I still wanted to actually take charge, you would've been screaming my name over my desk years ago. I guess I'll let you dominate this one time, but next time," He leaned into your ear, nipping it and taking the sensitive cartilage into his mouth. "You're gonna be wishing that you had done it my way." He finished.

You gulped nervously, the tone of his voice nearly made you want to bend yourself back over that desk, forgetting the thoughts of ever wanting to dominate your captain ever again.

Kid let out booming laughter at your reaction, about to come up with a snarky retort, but he was soon silenced by a grunt of pleasure as you finally decided to lower yourself onto his hardened arousal.

"Oh, fuck... So tight..." He whispered, biting his lip as he tried to silence his sounds.

You shuddered noticeably as he filled you to the brim, no, even further than that. He never let you ride him before, because 'You're too slow.' as he said. But as of now, being slow worked in your favour, making the red haired captain begin to lose his cool, grunts and groans of frustration leaving his full painted lips.

"Oh! Oh Captain!! Yes!!" You yelled, feeling his strong arms just tightly wrapped against you and feeling his warm pants fanning across your equally warm face just did something for you.

"Keep talking like that... I won't fulfil my end of the deal." He panted, hands attached to your plush hips, grinding against him thoughtfully.

"That'd be a shame, Captain... Because next time, I'm up for whatever you wanna do. And I mean anything, Kid." You said, sultrily pulling him in and out of you, your wet insides protesting him pulling out every time.

That seemed to shut him up for a while.

"So I've been thinking." You started, bottoming out on his lap, hissing in pleasure after feeling so full. "Your first mate, Killer... He doesn't like me much?" You asked, warming his cock, leaning your forehead against his pectorals.

"I know how Killer ticks. He doesn't hate you or anything, just no reason to make conversation with you. Why do you ask?" Kid replied, unconsciously bucking his hips upwards once in a while, earning you to pull your sword out and poke him with it a couple of times.

"No reason. I just think he's kinda sexy. What's under that mask leaves my imagination running wild, ya know." You said playfully, using your agile hands to tweak and pinch every inch of his built torso.

"What are you really getting at, (First Name)." He said, tone now completely serious, and even though he was stilled inside of you, length twitching and just dying to ravage your insides, the captain's voice never faltered, remaining serious.

"Okay, maybe I daydream of being pinned under your first mate, childhood friend, whatever. But hey, I admit it that he's really, really hot. Okay, happy now, Eustass?" You groaned, hitting your head against his chest in embarrassment, ready for him to scream at you for wanting to have sex with his best friend.

"Okay."

"Yes, I deserve whatever punishment you think is fit- wait, what?" You paused, thinking that you didn't hear him properly.

"I was your first, but by no means were you mine. So if you wanna fuck another dude, at least do it when I'm gone, or some shit." He grunted, rolling his eyes when he saw your surprised expression.

"Fuck, Kid. Please bend me over and fuck me as hard as you want." You whimpered, feeling so pleased at his response.

"With pleasure, princess." He replied, sending a wicked grin your way, harsh hands attached to your sides.

You stood at the edge of the ship, waving goodbye to your captain, who stood alongside Heat and Wire, going into the next island that you all had drifted to.

The two of you decided to hatch up a not too great plan of leaving you and Killer alone on the ship, which was 'I leave with Heat and Wire to the next island, because I'm captain, I do whatever the fuck I want.' which, had actually worked out well.

He sent a shit eating smile your way, then turned around to take his leave, the two other men following their captain.

Killer stood by your side silently, he was never one for being chatty, you knew that much. You took a few looks at the man, his plain black shirt hugging his muscles so tight, that scar on his arm made you tighten your legs, feeling an undeniable warmth flood your senses. You continued your not so subtle stares, the way his blonde mane fell down his broad shoulders and framed his body looked phenomenal, and the only thing you couldn't see was that damn face of his. You stared at the dozen holes on the striped mask, almost like trying to see through it.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, sounding more like a statement than a question. You stiffened, looking upwards towards the blonde, feeling so small in his presence.

You didn't get to be in bed with Eustass Kid for feeling small, though.

"No, Killer." You said, dragging his name out from your tongue, walking closer to his stature. You leaned against his strong chest, a gentle hand laying on his rippling muscles.

"But I think that you have something the matter with me." You said, taking your hand off of him, giving him a sly smile.

"You must've imagined it." He replied coolly, walking away to his quarters, not even giving you a chance to further your attempt at a conversation.

You clicked your tongue and walked past Kid's lackeys, who were all staring at your ass while you passed by, going to wandering into the kitchen.

You turned your head to look at them, smiling at how painfully obvious they were being while gawking at you. If only Killer sent a single gaze your way like these men here, it'd make your job of seduction a lot easier.

You took a seat in the kitchen, a stray chair in front of the stove. You picked at your nails, desperately waiting for someone to scream for your help, claiming they've been injured and needed your help. Though it was a bit bad to wait for someone to become injured, it was your role to assist them.

You didn't know when, but you leaned your head over onto your hand and started to doze off for a while, only jolting awake when you heard the sound of running water from behind you.

"Finally awake?"

You turned to where the voice came from, swallowing hard when you saw that mess of blonde hair.

"There's a plate in front of you, if you're hungry." He said, continuing to wash dishes. Yes, of course you were hungry, but not for food.

You hummed softly, getting up to smooth your skirt and walk over to Killer, offering your hand to help. "Maybe later. How about some assistance?" You asked, settling next to him to dry the wet plates. He shrugged lightly, his blonde tendrils swaying along his strong shoulders. Oh, how you wanted to just grab onto those shoulders while he thrusted into you wildly, grunting and groaning in your ear how you took him so well-

"Here."

You snapped out of your daydreams and took the plate from him, drying it off and placing it onto the shelf.

The two of you sustained a steady rhythm of washing and drying for a while, until you accidentally had dropped a glass cup, seeming to smash into a million pieces upon impact.

"Shit." You mumbled, crouching down to pick up the glass with your bare hands, of course, a bad idea, but you weren't weak, you could take a few cuts as long as you cleaned the mess.

Killer stood silently behind you, admiring the view of you bent down, even though he really shouldn't be. He pulled you up by the arms, surprising you, nearly dropping the glass shards.

You looked at his mask with a perplexed look on your face, dropping the bits of glass into the trash bin, dusting your hands off.

Killer started walking over to you, and you, being confused of what he needed, continued to back up, until your back hit the wall.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drop it or anything. Besides, I cleaned it up. We all good?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Why do you do this, (First Name)." He asked, grabbing your chin in his calloused hand, forcing your wandering eyes to peer into the mask.

"Do what?" You replied, resting your hand atop his sculpted arm, his muscle twitching at your touch.

"Make me want to pin you against the wall and fuck your brains out." He said, not moving his hand from your skin.

You froze in place, it seemed your job was easier than you had thought. "So do it, Killer." You smiled, tracing your hands over his strong torso.

"I can't." He answered, moving away from you, back to the sink to dry the rest of the dishes. You frowned, your painted lips then creating a flat line as you stood in thought.

"You can. I'm the captain's girl, right?" You said, walking behind him, trailing your nails through the material of the black shirt, feeling his muscles tense under you. "And you're captain when he's gone." You said, standing on your tippy toes to nip at his strong neck, leaving a barely visible mark behind.

You were sure you didn't even blink before you were over the counter, Killer's arm against your back, preventing you to move. A smile spread across your features, sighing contently as you felt his other hand squeeze and pinch along your clothed body.

"Mm, Killer..." You whimpered softly, grinding against his crotch. His breath hitched, but he easily retaliated, a loud hiss of pleasure leaving your lips as you felt a stinging sensation on your ass.

"I guess you're just like captain. Always wanting to take charge." You sighed, feeling the cool air hit your dripping cunt, accommodating the size of Killer's digits. "I guess so." He said, his gaze on how you took his three fingers.

You moaned loudly, biting your lip while shifting your weight from foot to foot, unable to take the torture any longer. "I didn't come here for your fingers." You grumbled, closing your eyes as he curled his fingers deep inside of you.

"Yeah, but this is probably the only time I'm going to be able to enjoy you. Gotta take it nice," He stopped, pulling his fingers out to circle your clit. "And slow." He finished. You were sure he was smirking underneath that mask.

"It doesn't have to be." You whimpered, backing your hips against him again, feeling his bulge rub against you. You heard him take a sharp inhale, contemplating whether to continue the teasing, or to just give in.

"Please." You begged, placing your forehead against the hard table.

And he had his answer.

The sound of a fumbling belt buckle behind you put a smile on your face. "Finally." You mumbled, feeling his tip press against your entrance. You bit your lip from letting out a scream as he suddenly filled you, a shaky sigh leaving Killer's lips.

"Ah... Fuck, Killer!" You panted, your hands grabbing the counter harshly. His tan arm lifted from you, now squeezing your hips tightly, pulling you back against him, relishing in your warmth.

"Killer... Fuck... You stretch me so good!" You yelled, moaning when you felt him fill you over and over again. "You're awfully quiet back there, am I not what you expected?" You said, a fake tone of sadness lacing your voice.

"Unlike you or Kid, I'm not so vocal." He responded, trying not to show the strain on his voice, even when you were wrapped so tightly against him, your pussy dragging him in deeper and deeper with every thrust. "You're even better than I thought, (First Name)." Killer said, pushing himself into you deeper than what you thought possible.

"Isn't this position boring? Why don't you pin me against the wall and fuck my brains out like you proposed? You can even have me do the work and ride you, or even-" You were cut off when your mouth was filled with Killer's long fingers, taking your tongue between them. "You know, you make a good point. I can't see the faces you're making." He said, pulling out of you slowly.

"Why don't we go somewhere more, private." He said, his deep voice making your legs shake. You nodded fervently, pulling your panties up and adjusting your skirt. You tried to take a step forward, but your wobbly knees betrayed you, nearly making you fall down until Killer took your hand, pulling you up gently. "We weren't even going for that long." He said, making sure that you could stand before letting you go. "You're big, what do you expect?" You mumbled, rolling your eyes.

When you were stable, you tried taking another step under Killer's gaze. Again, you failed and your hands flew to his extended arm. He sighed audibly and lifted you up, carrying you like a bride. "What a gentleman." You giggled, your hand wrapping around his neck softly. He didn't reply as he started walking back to his room, obviously attracting stares along the way.

"Killer..." You whimpered, feeling his cock push against your womb, making you see stars. Your back was against the cool wall, seeming to steal the warmth that radiated off of you. "You're tight even when you and the captain go at it everyday..." He grunted, his hips snapping against yours. You would've laughed if you weren't pinned against the wall getting fucked. "Yeah, sorry about that... I know I can get a little, ya know..." You said timidly, a warmth settling on your cheeks after getting called out for being so loud.

"I've always wondered what your lips feel like." You sighed, feeling him stretch you so good. "Not today, (First Name)." He said, biting his lip softly, trying not to let out too much noise, even though you couldn't even hear him. "Come on, Killer. All I've wanted to see was your face the second I joined the crew, and that was years ago, that says something." You said, trying to sound angry, but that was seemingly impossible with a huge cock inside of you.

Killer seemed to stand still in thought, wondering if he could actually show you his face. He didn't hold any negative feelings toward you, but he wasn't sure if he trusted you enough. "And if I do..?" He asked, not moving any longer, his cock deep inside of you. "If you do, then I most definitely think that we would enjoy ourselves much more." You replied, hands squeezing his strong shoulders tightly. He made a sound of disapproval as he pulled out of you again, walking away from you. You barely stood, only with help of a chair next to you were you able to stand.

A confused face took over your gentle features, pondering if you had said or did something wrong. "Damn it, how the fuck did I mess this up so badly..?" You sighed, starting to gather your clothes slowly, silently wishing Killer was here to help you out. It was the least he could do if he didn't want you anymore.

"(First Name), do me a favour." You heard him, he was out of view, for some reason. You hummed, signalling that you heard him. "Close your eyes, just for a little while." He said, his voice coming closer to where you stood. You complied, used to taking orders, especially on a ship where Eustass Kid was captain.

You felt a rougher hand tangle with your soft one, leading you somewhere. You trusted Killer, but you had no clue what he was going to do.

You were stopped for a moment, then brought down onto muscled thighs, your hand still tightly wrapped with Killer's. It took you a moment to realise that you were straddling his thighs, your cheeks adapting a sudden warmth at the intimate pose you two held.

You felt warm lips against yours, your abdomen knotted tightly at the feeling. His tongue softly pushed against your own, his lips tangling within your own in a fierce dance, the two of you seemingly unable to get enough of each other.

Your hand still laced with Killer's, you squeezed it harder unconsciously, feeling your lungs start to burn after not inhaling enough oxygen. Your open hand wandered lower, tracing Killer's strong abs and his beautiful V-line, finally finding his rock hard length, your hand softly pumping it when he released your lips with a groan.

"Fuck, (First Name)... Just like that..." He whispered, his pants warming your face. His breath smelled of a cool mint, opposing your captains fierce cinnamon scent.

Your eyes were still shut, though you were dying to take a small peek, you were sure he was just as beautiful as the rest of his body.

You continued your ministrations while Killer ravaged your soft lips, his lipstick mixing with yours. Any time while the two of you locked lips, you felt his cock twitch in your hands, obviously wanting to be back inside of your warmth. You subtly raised your hips, lining his cock up with your entrance. Just as you started to lower yourself, Killer thrusted his hips forward, sheathing himself inside of you quickly. You yelled against his lips, separating the two of you.

He would've laughed if he didn't dislike doing so. "You know I can see what you're doing, right?" He asked, his harsh tone of voice seeming to disappear.

"S-Shut your damn mouth..." You whispered, closing your eyes tighter than they already were. You opened your mouth to speak once again, but you were silenced by a pair of lips against yours once again. It was as if he couldn't get enough of you, each kiss was like air to him, his lungs burning like a fire until your cool lips met with his scorching ones. It was weird how you were the one who wanted to kiss him so bad, but he was the one who kept initiating it.

He pulled back from you, leaving your lips slightly agape and stinging, a sensation that was welcomed by you. "You can open your eyes now." He sighed, worried about how you'd react.

Your (eye colour) eyes strained open, the light making it hard to fully open them on command. You squinted, then little by little opened them fully, eyes resting on Killer's tanned chest, your mouth wanting to leave markings on the skin. You just realised that your hand still laid on top of Killer's gently, you muttered a quick apology and looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.

Your mouth hung open slightly, seeing his blonde hair fall into his face perfectly, his long eyelashes tickling his strong cheekbones, his full lips swollen after meeting your own countless times.

"So handsome..." You mumbled, seemingly forgetting that he was still inside of you. You noticed his cheeks get warmer, as you sent him a small smile.

"Thank you."

He looked at you, confusion written all over his pretty features. "For?" He asked, his now free hand caressing your hips, tracing small shapes with his tall fingers.

"For trusting me... I know we never talk, but I trust you as much as Captain." You sighed, your forehead against his chest. "And well, obviously the other two." You laughed, referring to Heat and Wire.

He didn't know what to say, but he began to feel slightly bad. "Why did you never talk to me, anyway? When I first joined you used to at least make small talk with me, but then it stopped." You said, looking up at him with an undeniable sadness in your eyes. He sighed, averting his stare. "I knew something like this were to happen if I continued to talk to you. When you and Kid became a thing, I had to back off, respect that you were his, or the temptations would overcome me someday." He said, returning his gaze to you.

You hummed, satisfied with the answer. "At least you don't hate me." You said, raising your hips to be able to kiss him again, lips against his own with fierce intent.

"Please fuck me, Killer." You whimpered, unable to take just his stationary cock inside of you any longer. He didn't respond back to you, but began to assist you in moving on top of him, your arms resting against his shoulders as you started to bounce on him, his cock going inside and out with such a lewd sound.

Killer's hands gripped your hips tightly, lifting you onto him easier than if you were doing it alone. "Fuck..." He groaned, feeling your fleshy walls tighten around him, warmth over flooding his entire being.

You felt him push against the spot that nearly induced you into a deep unwanted sleep, letting out a loud moan, unable to form words to tell him to keep hitting that spot.

He knew what angle to go out now, abusing your wet walls with every snap of his hips. He moved his hand lower to circle your clit slowly, hearing you give a wanton whisper of his name fuelled his need to make you finish around him.

You felt your leg twitch as you felt your inevitable release creep up on you. Your moans and whimpers grew to a higher pitch, with a raise of your hips, Killer met your lips against his once again, you never growing tired of the feeling. One more deep thrust inside of you, and you couldn't take it, accidentally screaming into Killer's open lips, you separated from his mouth and whimpered again as you came around him, your arousal dripping down onto his erection and onto the both of your thighs.

He continued to lazily drill into you, filling you to the brim until he was satisfied. He bit his lip as you tightened onto him harshly, almost like not wanting to let go. You moaned his name, feeling sensitive with every move.

"So fucking good." He whispered to himself, getting lost in your soft insides. He too felt release coming sooner than he thought. You were just so good around him, smaller than him and still able to take him better than initially thought.

A few more thrusts and he pulled out, grunting softly as he came on your stomach, thick white ropes of his sticky seed on your naked body.

He got up to bring you a towel, finally feeling the after effects on him, collapsing onto the bed beside you gently. You smiled, your lipstick was slightly smeared and your hair was tousled messily. You cleaned yourself up and laid next to him, locking lips again softly, feeling him being so gentle with you made you feel like you could take him again right then and there.

His eyes were on yours after you backed up from the kiss, a smile on your face as you closed your eyes.

"I could get used to this."

#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece smut #eustass kid #killer #one piece killer #eustass kid x reader #killer x reader #fanfic #smut

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five-rivers · 4 years ago

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Face Your Dreams

Almost forgot to post this here as well! @anthropwashere

Phic Phight 2021

Prompt from Anthrop: Any flavor of the Reverse AUs that strike your fancy. Who gets the ghost powers? Who becomes the ghost hunter? Who gets ghost magick'd into the villain of the week?

Danny’s phone was dead. Which was just typical, really. His parents were brilliant, wealthy inventors that played with the fabric of reality on a daily basis and had managed to turn, not one, but two of Danny’s best friends into half ghosts, but they couldn’t be bothered to get Danny a phone that was actually reliable. Although they hadn’t intended to do the half ghost thing and didn’t know about it.

Probably.

Maybe.

(Honestly, Danny didn’t know. His parents were weird. And Danny suspected they were keeping secrets.)

Back on topic. Phone. Not working. Which was a problem because Danny was something like ninety-percent sure a ghost had been following him for the last block or so and he couldn’t call for help.

Correction, he could call for help all he wanted, he just wouldn’t get any that would be any good against a ghost. If he got any at all. It was the middle of the night.

He should have taken up Sam’s offer of a flight home. Or Tucker’s. But, no, he had to be sulky about how both of them were developing yet more really, incredibly cool powers and Danny was still just…

Himself.

Faceless, boring Fenton. Only notable for the number of bullies he attracted and the people he was related to. No special skillset, no dreams he had any hope of achieving, no triumphs. Nothing to contribute. Not in and of himself. Only useful to enemies that wanted a hostage.

He was about to be murdered by a ghost and he was still sulking. God, he was pathetic.

(Not all ghosts were evil – Sam and Tucker’s stories had taught him that much, on an intellectual basis. Was it too much to hope that he could reach home without the ghost attacking? Too much to hope that it was just watching?)

White noise tugged at Danny’s ears. It reminded him of the sleep CD Jazz played when Mom and Dad were being loud.

… and, also, oddly, of a video he’d once watched about what stars might sound like, based on how they vibrated.

Danny shuddered, his heartbeat redoubling as he picked up speed, reaching a run. If he could get home, he could turn on the ghost shield and call Sam and Tucker from his home phone. They’d be annoyed that he was bothering about a ghost so long after a patrol, but he was freaked out enough to not really care about their teasing.

(He’d been freaked out enough for the past two blocks.)

His breath began to catch in his lungs, his side burning. He splashed through a puddle, dark, oily liquid sticking to his right sneaker and pant leg. It glittered in the light of the waning crescent moon.

Wait –

It hadn’t rained for weeks.

He slipped and fell, skinning hands, knees, and chin on the sidewalk. Something wet, sticky, and smooth as silk spread over the pavement beneath him. It bubbled like a tar pit, and captive stars shone from within.

Danny tried to push himself up, but the liquid held on to him, pulled him back down.

He was sinking.

He flailed for the sidewalk, reaching, trying to stay afloat. It didn’t work. His elbows were below the level of the sidewalk, and inky, glittery black dripped from his front. It seemed to be eating through his clothes.

Forget useful help. He’d take any help. He screamed.

And he fell.

“You have such lovely dreams,” said the masked man, his horns curling into galaxies. “Impossible dreams.”

Danny couldn’t breathe. He was in freefall. A vacuum. No ground in sight, only the cold, heartless stars, perfect in their beauty.

(And his eyes. Oh, god, was this really a ghost?)

It was his dream, to be an astronaut. With this little twist, it became a nightmare, and yet—

Yet.

“You feel faceless,” continued the masked man. “But there’s freedom in that, is there not?”

Danny shouldn’t be able to hear him. There shouldn’t be any sound in space, and there wasn’t. Not except for his voice.

“Freedom,” said the man, “to follow your wildest dreams, unshackled from responsibility, from reality, from reasonability. No longer dependent on those that call themselves your friends, who claim to be your family, who walk over your dreams for the sake of theirs.”

Suddenly, Danny hit the sidewalk, and he could breathe again. Something thick dripped from his nose, his mouth, his eyes. He pushed himself to his hands and knees. His clothing was gone. His limbs were painted with the night sky in all its glory. He froze, staring.

From Danny’s shadow, the masked man rose, towering over Danny until he felt like little more than a shadow. “Don’t you want to have the chance to see your dreams come true, child?”

Danny blinked. It was hard to force his eyes back open. They seemed to want to stick closed.

“Who are you?” Danny asked, words garbled by the dripping stars trying to force their way past his lips.

“I am Nocturne,” the ghost said, leaning closer.

“You’re like,” Danny choked, “like Desiree. I don’t want—”

Nocturne scoffed. “Desiree. A creature of wishes, of momentary things. I do not care for what you wish for. What matters is that you dream.”

There was something in Nocturne’s hand, round and white and moonlike. It looked small, held between two of his fingers, but it had to be the size of Danny’s face.

“Don’t you dream of flying?” purred Nocturne. “Of being among the stars? Don’t you dream of a peaceful world, where your friends are safe, and the accident never happened? Where you’re a friend, not a weapon supply, a sidekick, or a damsel in distress?”

Danny had been thinking something so close just minutes ago and he couldn’t—

“There, there, my child. No need to cry.” He brought the round thing closer.

Danny could see, now, that it was a mask. Just his size.

“Close your eyes,” said Nocturne, gently, cupping Danny’s trembling shoulders with his other hand. “Close your eyes and dream. Let your face go, for a little while.”

(Danny did as he was told.)

“Hi, Sam,” said Mrs. Fenton, her voice crackling slightly through the phone speaker. “Have you seen Danny today?”

“I haven’t seen him since last n—Since yesterday,” said Sam, correcting herself halfway though. Mrs. Fenton didn’t know about their nightly escapades, and for good reason. “Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know yet,” said Maddie. “He just… I haven’t seen him either. He usually says goodbye before he leaves.”

He didn’t, but Maddie didn’t need to know that.

“Have you checked with Tucker yet? Sometimes they hang out without me. Guy things.” This… was also not entirely true. Danny and Tucker hadn’t had a ‘guy thing’ for ages. They’d been smoothly replaced with ‘ghost things’ like most everything else in their lives.

Sam… might have felt a little bad about that. All of their normal friend activities being replaced by ghost things, that is. Often ghost things that Danny couldn’t really participate in, because Danny couldn’t fly or shoot lasers from his hands.

He did do a good job of setting up obstacle courses and covering for her and Tucker’s—

Wait, no, not the point.

“He hasn’t seen him, either. Jazz doesn’t know where he is. I don’t—” She broke off, sighing. “Call me if you see him. Or tell him to call me.”

“I will,” said Sam, opening the window and preparing to take off.

“Thank you,” said Maddie. She hung up.

Sam went ghost with a burst of green fire. She floated up and out of the window, fading out of visibility as she dialed Tucker’s number.

“Starboy’s missing,” she said.

“Yeah, I’m already searching for him,” said Tucker, the microphone crackling with static but otherwise clear. Tucker’s powers both did and didn’t mesh well with technology.

“Any luck?”

“No,” said Tucker. “This is one of those times when I wish he did have friends other than us. Then we could ask them about where he is.”

“Do you think he’s been taken by a ghost?” asked Sam.

“I mean, maybe? There was that whole thing with Desiree…”

“And the second thing with Desiree,” added Sam.

“And Skulker.”

“And the second thing with Skulker.”

“And Spectra.”

“And the second thing with Spectra.”

“Not to mention Vlad.”

“What a freak,” said Sam.

“Are you picking up a pattern here?”

“Yeah, maybe. Who’s only kidnapped Danny once?”

“I’m not sure… Maybe it’s a new guy? We do get new guys now and again.”

Sam sighed. “Never mind that,” she said. “Where have you looked so far?”

“Not too many places. Do you want to meet up, or…?”

“No, we’ll have more luck going separately. I’ll check in with you in a bit.”

A whole day passed without any sign of Danny. They did, however, find a lot of ghosts with stitched-shut eyes, which they decided was probably related and also incredibly creepy.

By that time, the police got involved. Danny was officially a missing person.

But they were distracted. Didn’t have the manpower to search for just one missing person.

Why?

The sudden surge in coma patients.

“I don’t get it,” said Tucker. “Is that more of a, you know,” he lowered his voice, “doctor thing? Like, if it’s a bunch of people, don’t you think it’s a disease or something?”

“The police think that someone poisoned ‘em,” said Sam.

“How do you know that?”

“How do you think I know that?”

“Dude. You have to stop eavesdropping on the police. I’m, like, ninety percent sure that’s illegal.”

“Not for ghosts, it isn’t.”

“Okay, I’m one hundred percent sure it is. You’ve read the anti-ecto acts, haven’t you? I’m not the only one who did that, right?”

“It was, like, fifty pages thick. And stupid. The only reason I’d read it would be if I wanted to break the laws more efficiently.”

“Seriously?”

An alien world spread out below Danny, a place to explore to his heart’s content, the sky twinkling above him. He couldn’t see it, but he knew it was there, in the nameless, infinite way you knew things when you were dreaming.

He was an astronaut. An adventurer. An explorer.

He was doing everything he had ever dreamed of.

The only thing missing were the people. His friends. His family.

But… He could bring them here. He knew that, too, in the same way.

He just had to reach out and touch them. Feel them. Take them.

(A bit of black and starlight in their eyes, a touch of the gift given to him.)

(Nocturne whispered in his ears. A song only for him.)

They found the ghost responsible for the comas. And maybe they should have realized a ghost was causing them, but Danny was the one who usually put the pieces together, and he wasn’t there. Which was the problem.

(What Sam wouldn’t give for some kind of reliable ghost-detecting power. Or even technology.)

(No, the Fenton Finder didn’t count.)

It was small, human proportions, human skin tone, where it wasn’t covered with some kind of ghostly paint that mimicked the night sky. Its hair was colored the same way, and a blank mask covered its face. Seemed to be directing the green stitched-eye ghosts somehow, despite not saying a word. So. All in all, typical ghost, if somewhat more annoying due to his lack of witty banter.

Then he shrugged off the thermos beam like it was nothing. Almost like he was human.

Then Tucker froze.

The ghost was carried away from the fight by its minions, faster than Sam or Tucker could go.

“Tucker! What was that?”

“Birthmark,” gasped Tucker.

“What?” asked Sam.

“That was Danny’s birthmark.”

“Oh my god,” said Sam. “Did he really get himself transformed into a ghost again?”

“This seems different than Desiree,” said Tucker. “I don’t… Were we really fighting him?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “Let’s go get the Ghost Catcher.”

The Ghost Catcher was not in evidence in the Fenton basement.

“What now?” asked Tucker.

“Beat it out of him?” suggested Sam.

“That is a terrible plan. No, I can’t even call it a plan. It’s just bad.”

“Do you have anything better?”

(Tucker did not have anything better.)

(And Danny still couldn’t find his friends, to show them this dream come true.)

When about one in ten people in Amity Park was in a coma, things managed to get even worse. The people who were asleep began to sleepwalk. And sleep attack people.

Sam and Tucker were used to fighting ghosts. Not humans. They didn’t want to hurt anyone.

Especially Danny who was especially vicious. And also seemed to be targeting them.

Danny was so close. So close he could almost touch them. He could feel them, electricity and green things and dreams of power and justice. He could feel them, feel them, feel them, and he was so, so close to inviting them into the dream and he needed it, needed them. Wanted them.

His dream, the dream, his dream, it just wouldn’t be complete without them at his side, wouldn’t be right.

He reached for them, reached for Sam, brushed her sleeve and—

A meteor shower threw them apart.

Tucker dragged Sam away from Danny’s hand and the sleep-inducing liquid it was coated in.

“We have to go,” he gasped, looking out at the veritable horde of ghosts and sleepwalking humans.

“Yeah,” said Sam. “Yeah, we have to – Have to regroup.”

They retreated to the Ghost Zone, and, predictably, were separated.

The ghost’s name was Undergrowth, and he was interested in Sam. Interested enough to offer to teach her.

His power was the same as hers. Nature. Plants.

His rage against humans was… much greater. Overwhelming. Too much, too far, to extreme. She was glad he didn’t see her as human, didn’t seem to know that she wanted to protect humans.

(That she wanted to save Danny.)

Tucker already knew Technus. Had met him, fought him, beat him. More than once, even.

So, he had to ask why Technus was suddenly helping him.

The ghost fixed Tucker with a look that managed to be both incredulous and flat.

“Ghost child,” warbled Technus, “I, Technus, Master of All Things Electronic and Beeping, know what being electrocuted feels like! By the very power we both now wield!”

“Oh,” said Tucker. “Yeah, that makes sense. You were saying?”

Sam and Tucker stood in front of the portal, side by side.

“Ready to be a wake-up call?” asked Tucker.

“You’d better believe it,” said Sam.

Danny was caught, trapped in Sam’s vines.

“This isn’t working,” said Tucker, lightly shocking Danny once again. The ectoblast didn’t help, either. “Usually, this’d zap the ghost out of him, but…”

“Maybe we could try to overshadow him?” asked Sam, dubiously.

“Ugh,” said Tucker. “My least favorite power.”

“It could be the only way to find the ghost actually responsible.”

“Let’s do this.”

Danny was thrilled! He’d finally found his friends. True, he couldn’t move, but—

The stars shuddered. Shifted. Blinked.

Nocturne was angry.

Sam was knocked out of the sky at full speed, making a crater in the dark ground. People were gathered nearby. Amity Park people.

This couldn’t just be the inside of Danny’s mind (overshadowing had never worked this way before, but, well, it wasn’t like they experimented with it a whole lot), it had to be some kind of shared dream. A special power of the ghost, perhaps?

Sam fired up her powers, reaching for the nearby plants. They didn’t respond.

Crud.

This was a dream. They just looked like plants.

Then Tucker lit up the sky like a dying star, electrocuting everyone in range.

Danny woke up, throwing Sam and Tucker out of his body, something metallic clanging against sidewalk pavement. Out of his mind, out of his dream. Out of that dream, the one Nocturne had made for him.

Oh, god. He’d just spent the last week—Had it been a week, or longer? —out of his mind, in that dream, reality at one remove, if that. He’d been blind and—

He reached up to his face, to that mask and he pulled. It stuck. He pulled harder, and felt the goo sticking it on give, the mask coming away while dripping thick strands of ooze. He gasped. And it felt like the first breath he’d taken in—

How long had it been?

He opened his eyes just in time to see Nocturne rise out of his shadow.

Both Sam and Tucker had more of an advantage out here in the real world, without having to worry about hurting people. Well, without having to worry about hurting people more than usual. Wrecking buildings and missing with ectoblasts were still concerns.

“Draw him towards the park?” called Tucker, once they got close enough to confer with each other.

“You grab Danny?”

“I don’t—” started Tucker. He dodged a swipe from the large, starry ghost. “He might be safer, if—”

A column of blue light strobed into the sky, and Nocturne was pulled into the Fenton Thermos. The Fenton Thermos held by Danny Fenton. He coughed, black liquid dripping down his chin.

“Hey,” said Danny. “Thanks.”

“I’ve got to stop losing that thing,” groaned Tucker.

“I think the more important thing here is getting Danny some clothes,” said Sam, shielding her eyes.

“Yes, please,” said Danny.

“Glad to have you back, man,” said Danny, landing next to Danny and transforming. “Honestly, without you, we kind of suck at the whole investigation angle.”

“What?” asked Danny, taking the sweater Tucker offered him.

“We missed you,” clarified Sam. “A lot. We kind of… don’t do to well at anything about ghost fighting. Or life.”

“Yeah, our social life sucked even more than usual.”

“Oh,” said Danny, wrapping the sweater around his waist. “That’s cool.” He spit some of the black liquid out onto the sidewalk. “I need a shower.”

“Yep. Hugs are going to be deferred until then.”

“I’m okay with that,” said Danny. “I kind of… don’t want to be touched, for a while.”

“Ah,” said Tucker. “Well. I’m depressed again.”

“Just. Until the shower,” said Danny.

Sam reached out as if to pat Danny on the shoulder, then drew back. “Do you want a flight back home? Or to, uh, Tucker’s house? To shower. And get some clothes.”

“How is that different from a hug? You’ll still have to carry me.”

“It just is,” said Sam.

“It really is,” said Tucker.

There was a long pause.

“I lied, I want a hug so bad,” said Danny.

His friends practically flung themselves at him.

#Danny Phantom #phic phight #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #nocturne #reverse trio #void!danny

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pixie-cocaine · 4 years ago

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ATEEZ Reaction To: Having a wet dream about you

yourusernames: Omg can I request ATEEZ reaction to having a wet dream about their friend? (Who would start developing a crush, who would want to have a one night stand and who wouldn't care at all?) Thanks!!

A/N: These reactions are based solely off of what I think they’d do, I am in no way, shape or form, telling you that this IS how the members would handle this scenario. Like shit, I dunno the guys :/. This is a gender neutral reader reaction btw :)

(This is very explicit, you have been warned!!!)

Hongjoong ♡:

• It felt like the actual thing

• Your lips; sweet like pink lemonade and eyes staring into his with a soft sparkle that originated from his bedside lamp

• but what felt more real than anything was you

• Your scent, your taste

• Your touch...

• It was all overwhelming in the sense that he found himself breaking out of his dreaming state, breath heavy as if he’d been sprinting for hours, and a lusty sheen screening his mind from acting with any sense of rationality

• He was horny horny, dawg 💀

• I feel for that man, it’s tough...

• He could already tell that he had an...accident, before he pushed the duvet off his body due to registering the last couple twitches of his restricted cock in his shorts

• No wonder he could ‘feel’ everything so well

• He wasn’t able to sleep the rest of the night.

• Couldn’t help but begin to feel a crush blossom for you

• As y’all already know, the man gets attached to the ones he spends the most time with

• You’re no exception

• Would end up telling you about his feelings. It was eating him up inside to keep it to himself

Seonghwa ♡:

• He has no right looking this good, dawg. It literally makes me so mad lmao

• Lemme lick your face, I bet it tastes like expensive concealer and everything I’ll never have >:}

• Anywhore

• He felt feverish, even inside his dream

• It was odd; he could feel you, but he couldn’t feel you. He remembers the surreal sensation of warmth under his palms as he grabbed onto your bare ass whilst you bounced you on top of him, panting hard and clutching at his damp hair to pull his head back

• He groaned, and just as he went to switch positions, he was snapped out of his dream

• Was like “Fuckin pardon?” when he realised where he was; his empty bed, alone in his own room, no sign of you

• Frowned, pushing the covers off of him because dawg, he was heating up OwO

• Then realised the large wet spot at the front of his sweatpants

• “What the...”

• Was never the same™

• Everytime he saw you, he couldn’t help but feel that same heat in his hands, and he felt guilty about it.

• Didn’t know how to approach you about it at all. What was he supposed to say?

• “I nutted in my pants because I dreamt about doing the dirty with you”

• Just wouldn’t bring it up

• Good chance he’d catch feelings. Seonghwa builds bonds with the people he knows, it’s very easy to tell that when he cares, and he would care dearly for you. Once the chance that anything intimate between you two arises, I’m sure he’d begin to think of you romantically once you’re shown in said light.

Yunho ♡:

• Now wouldn’t a flustered Yunho be a sight? Damn...

• He loved looking down at you

• The way you smiled at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling his bare chest into yours as you whispered how good he felt inside you, cooing out words of praise and encouragment

• It was hazy, but he can still vaguely remember how you kissed him so sweetly. How your fingers smoothed his bangs away from his eyes, and how you moaned into his ear softly with each thrust

• It was only when you cupped his cheeks and spoke, did you break him out of his dream;

• “Wake up.”

• His eyes shot open

• Only a blue ceiling stared back

• “Mmm...?” Yunho sits up and rubs his eyes roughly, already aware of the blush that paints his cheeks and nose because he can feel the heat in his face

• Said ‘What the fawk 😃’ when his brain caught up with what he just experienced, as well as the stickiness that clung to his inner thighs when he moved to go get some water

• This bitch was contemplating his whole life after that

• Is ‘UwU’ with you from then on cuz a babie caught butterfwies ;(

• Rlly bad at hiding his feelings lol, you’d catch on eventually

Yeosang ♡:

• It was messy, to say the least

• Kitchen island sex? Yup :D

• The dream wasn’t at all put into play with any sense. You guys were just... in the kitchen, when you confessed your feelings and made a move on him

• A deep kiss mixed with the pounding of nervous hearts all put Yeosang in a fever outside of his dream

• “Say you like it,” You panted, using the hand on the back of his head to push his forehead against yours while the other kept you from laying onto the island

• “I like it.. Fuck, I like it”

• “Yeah?” His hips stutter when you clench your walls around him, and in turn, he lets out a choked-off gasp

• “Y一Oh my god一Yeah...”

• Damn... he was FEELING it lmao

• Funny thing is that he slept throughout the entire dream and woke up only when his foot did a little mid-sleep spasm

• Stared at the wall while frowning for soooooo fucking long

• Whole time he said ‘ya know wot, that’s real interesting 🤔’

• Then was like “Prolly just horny 😃. oh well, time to change my underwear”

• And that’s what he chalked it up to in the end. Would maybe make a joke about it to you next time y’all hung out if he’s feeling loose enough and doesn’t mull over it for too long

San ♡:

• HEATHEN

• Hold on, lemme get a half-assed feel for the man... yes... mm-hm... ah, I see... OK!

• So, from what I can tell, San would distance himself from you slightly. Maybe.

• That night, as he lie in his bed, breath coming faster with each motion that went on in his head, he saw you in a way that he never thought would happen.

• Skin, slick with sweat and eyes like burning coals as they focused on him. There wasn’t much to remember before it was already fading, but he could still make out how much his stomach lept and spun, heart oh-so thunderous in his chest. Whatever you did with him in the dream... it sparked something inside him.

• San was in a daze as he woke up, his body not quite cooperating with him when he tried to sit up, and instead, falling limp with the next couple of attempts.

• WHEN I TELL YOU THE SOUL WAS SUCKED FROM THIS MAN AISDIUBFADEBI-

• Really just stared into space with the look of a dead man

• What did he do when he finally saw you again?

• ✨ pretend he didn’t see shit ✨

• Not the masked uncomfort-

• Depending on whether you’re one for confrontation, he might just cave if you press him about his weird behavior enough, but be fast, because I’m sure he could push his feelings down succesfully if he tried hard enough.

Mingi ♡:

• Dude... the fucking happiness of the dream...

• Silly giggles when you’d accidentally bonk eachother while switching posititons, bright smiles when you stared at eachother after a long time, random compliments, and nothing too serious that you couldn’t find playfulness in. Even when you’d both stop smiling to let out small moans and feel the moment together, it was always lighthearted.

• FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK IM SO ANGRY-

• It was some shit you’d see at the sundance ;(

• Then he woke up-

• You were the first and only thing he thought about as he gained conciousness. He wanted you... you, you, you, just you.

• He’d never wanted anything so bad. A sudden longing that made a lump form in his throat and an overwhelming feeling of how much he’s always wanted you.

• So, like Mingi does, he strived for that goal >:D

• He made an effort to see you as many times as he could and whenever you were free to hang out. And finally, one night when you both lie in his bed and gazed thoughtlessly at the ceiling, he told you.

• “I had a dream about you, you know.”

Not me basically making a summary of a could-be fic-

Wooyoung ♡:

• Now believe it or not, this bitch is hard for me to get a grasp on. All I can say with confidence is that he has the sex appeal of a milf stripper and is kinda stubborn-

• Hmm.... bothered.

• That is the feeling it would pull from him.

• Hungry; frequent patterns of warm breath against sweat-slicked skin, mumbled curses past wet lips, nails dug into his stomach deep enough to draw blood yet barely acknowledged through animalistic films over both your eyes, and teeth furrowed into the flesh of his shoulder as you scratched at the blank canvas of his back.

• It was all raw sexual aggression from both sides. So much so, that you both practically fought during it.

“I hate you. I hate you like you don’t even know, Wooyoung,” You speak, breathless, and reach up to weave both fists into his hair, “I love you so much that I fucking... hate you.”

• Then...

• Gone.

• Just like that, the dream was replaced with the sight of familiar bedroom walls as Wooyoung opened his eyes, a sigh escaping past his lips when he finally pieced things together.

• “As if I wasn’t already stressed enough...,” He murmurs, staring down at the new stain on his sweatpants.

• From that point on, it’s a new habit for Wooyoung to catch sight of you and keep his gaze there; just staring when you’re not looking, and feeling terrible afterwards. He feels like he violated you somehow, and with that ball of dread in his stomach whenever he sees you, he becomes distant.

• It’s not catching feelings so much as it is a new desire.

Jongho ♡:

• Jongho, Jongho, Jongho... whatever will we do with you?

• Upfront about it, surprisingly.

• He caught feelings. How could he not when you’re one of the most breath-taking people he’s ever had the pleasure of knowing?

• That face of yours, along with your voice so soft and encouraging in his ears, was enough for him to cave.

• “Just like that, baby... Just like that.”

• He doesn’t even remember the details of the dream. Just your words and kisses, which still make the touched skin of his body heat with excitement whilst he blinks down at his hands.

• He clenches them; one, twice, then lets them fall back to his sides. He doesn’t need to look into his pants to know that he’s soiled himself.

• He feels kinda... empty? After the dream. Lmao just as exhausted as San was, really, but both at the fluttering his heart when he thinks of you, and the dream itself, so cleans himself up real quick before going back to sleep.

• The fluttering doesn’t go away the next morning.

• So... he tells you :D

• As soon as you walk through the door, holding a bag of snacks and drinks for preparation to crash at Jongho’s apartment for a little bit, he sits you down on the couch, much to your confusion at the serious face he has.

• “I know that this kind of thing can ruin friendships and I don’t want that. At all. But, I had a... dream, about you last night and now I can’t really stop thinking about you...”

• Not the pounding of his heart making him dizzy :*

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