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yespleasetommyshelby · 3 months

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After he cheats - Modern!Tommy Shelby x reader

Look at me bashing two out in two days 😉

Part 2 of Before he cheats!🫣

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Tommy sighed as Arthur's car pulled up out front of the garage, a place his cars spent way too much time on account of all the bullet holes and busted windows he managed to acquire on a weekly basis. He couldn't help but let his head fall back onto the headrest as his eyes landed on his beat up Land Rover sitting on the forecourt, after y/n's little show 2 days ago he'd had Johnny dogs pick it up and bring it over, he's almost forgotten about the thick jagged cut that now ran the length of the car, until now.

"Troubles with that Sabini again, lad?" Head mechanic David laughed as Tommy stepped out into the open, his childhood friend always taking pleasure out of seeing Tommy's latest car disaster, and the payments that came with it of course.

"What is it they say?" Arthur called as he walked around the car to join the pair, smirking as his eyes caught the smash in the windscreen. "Hell have no fury like a woman scorned." He couldn't help but laugh, holding his side as he smacked Tommy in the shoulder making the younger brother huff.

"Very funny Arthur." He nodded, a small, almost unnoticeable smirk appearing on his face at the thought of just how pissed off you had looked that afternoon, but he'd fix it, you two always did.

"Damn, that girl of yours has got a temper aye." David whistled as he pulled open the passenger door and laid eyes on the messily carved name across the seat. "Remind me to never get on the wrong side of her." He mumbled as he slammed the door.

"Look can you fix it or not?" He put it bluntly, he had things to do if he was ever going to fix this situation, and he believed it would take a whole load of fixing.

"Who are you asking exactly? You know I can fix this baby back up, but it'll take a while, and it ain't gunna be cheap." David smiled, knowing that while he never overcharged the Shelby brothers, being technically in their employment, he always knew that with a Shelby fix came a big bonus.

"Just get it done." He nodded pointing at David. "Sooner the better David." He called as he walked back towards the car with Arthur in tow.

"Where to now Tom?" Arthur asked as they climbed into his car, having one last laugh at the state of Tommy's car.

"It's been 2 days Arthur, 2 days and still nothing." Tommy muttered, pulling his phone out and checking to no avail. So that's what it feels like, he thought to himself in regret, never meaning for any of this to go the way that it did.

"Take me to her Arthur."

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"Bollox!"

"He's lying to you!"

"Don't say I didn't fucking warn you!"

"See! What did I say? Dickheads, the lot of you!" I I huffed to the Netflix couple before slamming my laptop screen shut. "Even on TV the men are knobheads, honestly." I muttered to myself as I picked up the last tub of ice cream that was sitting besides my bed, the place I'd been for the last 2 days since I walked away from the Shelby family.

Flopping backwards into the bed I groaned as I dropped the empty tub onto the floor, my dreams of more ice cream demolished at the realisation. "Seriously y/n, laid in bed shouting at Netflix and crying over the ice cream being all gone, how stereotypical can you get." I huffing to myself as I pulled myself up to once again silence the vibrating of my phone. Over 99+ missed calls and messages, mainly from Tommy, Polly and Ada a few from Esme, John and Arthur, and that's not including the facebooks, instagrams and snapchats that I'd recieved over the last 48 hours.

A loud pounding on the door shook me to my core as my phone flew from my hand landing on the opposite side of the room, the vibrations continuing to slide it around on the wooden floor. "Shit, shit, shit." I whispered as I rested my hand on my chest, he wouldn't call the police would he? "Obviously he wouldn't idiot, local gangster, duh." I whispered once again, smacking myself on the forehead gently. "Gracie, oh I swear to god if I get arrested because of her I will kill her, and that is a promise - Oh fuck, I'm coming!" My Grace rant was interrupted by another loud set of banging on the front door.

Taking a deep breath I swung the door open prepared to be facing the boys in blue only to sigh in relief, kind of, to be met with a pair ice blue eyes and an old school cap.

"Fucking Jesus, honestly could you knock any more like a copper?" I breathed out, my heart racing from the panic. "This is why I need a ring doorbell." I sighed stepping back into the flat and leaving the door open for him to follow, knowing that if I closed the door I would probably have to buy a new one after he kicks it in.

"So you can see if it's the police?" Tommy asked as he closed the door behind himself, making himself comfortable at the kitchen table as I busied myself boiling the kettle.

"No, so I can see if it's you and then I'Il know not to answer." I muttered, flicking the kettle off. "I'm gunna need something stronger." Reaching for the whisky and glasses I filled 2 before sliding one across the table to him. "So what do you want?" I asked, leaning against the side on the opposite side of the kitchen, knowing distance is best in these situations.

"I think it's probably time I explained." He muttered, reaching into his pocket he pulled out his pack of cigarettes lighting one for himself before sliding them over to me.

"You don't say." I said sarcastically, taking two of his cigarettes and tucking one away behind my ear for later. "Go on then." I waved him on before lighting my own, revelling in the small smirk that took over his face.

"A few weeks ago now, some Irish inspector showed up at the shop spouting some bullshit about knowing about the races and all that shit." He nodded to himself, tilting his head back as he let out a breath of smoke, the vein popping in his neck as he did so. "Now, as much as we've had issues with the coppers in the past he knew too much, and he knew things that I haven't even put into place yet." I watched as he spoke, the vein in his forehead poking out slightly at the thought of good old Inspector Campbell and his dodgy leg.

"Right.." I trialled off as he stopped speaking, tapping the ash down the sink as an excuse to look away, not wanting to get caught up in his eyes like I had done so many times before. "And what's that got to do with you spending every free minute you have with Gracie?" I asked with a head tilt, purposely trying to make him feel a little bit stupid, like he had with me so often.

"Gracie? Really?" He asked with raised eyebrows and a smirk, he'd noticed it the other day, that you'd taken to calling her Gracie, with a slight nod of your head he carried on. "Well, she just happened to show up all of a week later, walked straight into the garrison and asked for a job which, with Arthur being Arthur, was handed to her the minute she fluttered her eyes at him." He recalled, thinking back to how pissed he had been at his brothers idiocy, not even a reference check before he'd handed the girl an apron.

"Is there a short version of this story?" I sighed, tired of standing here and listening to him speak, as much as I was holding on with a brave face I couldn't wait for him to leave so I could cry myself to sleep once again, after heading out to grab some more ice cream, of course.

"The short story is I spoke to Mae at the station and it turns out Grace had been sent from some specialist unit to get any info she could find on us. And when I found that out I decided to use her for my own gain, I told her false information, got her and her little team halfway up to Scotland as we speak." He shrugged, as though his actions were totally justified.

"So that's it?" I asked with furrowed brows, smushing out the remains of the cigarette in the sink before washing it down the drain. "You threw 10 years of friendship and over 2 years of us away for some silly little copper that got your knickers in a fucking twist?!" I yelled, picking up the closest thing which happened to be the now empty whisky glass besides me and throwing I at the wall just to the right of his head my eyes not leaving as his as the glass shattered.

"Uh, yes?" His confident demeanour gone as he looked at me in confusion, truly believeing that if he'd told you his side of the story, the real story then all would be well and you'd have his ring back on your finger in no time.

"Okay, that's fantastic Tom, really great, thanks for letting me know." I nodded. "Do make sure you close the door on your way out." I sighed as I walked past, pulling my wrist out of the way as I felt his touch.

"What the fucks going on? Nothing happened with the two of us, I promise you." He pleaded as he followed me into the bedroom, his eyes quickly scanning the boxes of tissues and the 3 empty ice cream tubs that littered the floor. "3 tubs in two days, aye." He couldn't help but comment.

"Yep." I muttered. Liar, the voice in my head spoke, that's just from this morning. "You've explained, now can you just, go, please." I whispered, my head starting to pound as I stood looking out of the window, the empty street of Watery Lane a poor distraction.

"Look Y/n, I know I fucked up, believe me I do, I never wanted to lie to you or keep you in the dark but, fuck, y/n you know the shit that I do, that I'm involved with, if anything ever happened to you I don't know what I'd do. The only way to keep you safe was to keep you in the dark, but it won't ever happen again." He stayed back as he spoke, knowing that if he tried to touch you at this precise moment in time the only thing he'd be walking away with would be a split lip and a lower sperm count from the boot he'd receive in the crotch.

"That's rest Tommy, really, is that supposed to make me feel better? Supposed to make me feel like any less of an idiot? Everyone saw the two of you together Tom! Just in the last two days I've had so many messages offering their sorry because they've heard we've split up and you're with fucking Gracie!" I screamed, spinning around just as the tears began to fall. "You've made a fucking fool out of me Thomas Shelby!" I screeched, flinging the desk lamp towards him. "Get the fuck out!" I whispered, counting to ten in my head. "Please just fucking go!" I cried, runnning my hands through my hair as I tried to steady my breathing.

"Alright, I'll go." He muttered, looking down at his feet. "I'll walk away and never come back, never even look in your direction again if that's what you want." He watched as you stood with your back to him, his own heart breaking at the sight of your small shoulders shaking with silent sobs, the image of your reflection of your hand over your own mouth burned into his mind. "I know that you might not want this back right now, or ever, from me anyway.." He said with a sigh, reaching into his pocket to pull out the diamond ring that you'd thrown at to the ground two days ago. "But it's yours, whether you're mine or not y/n this ring will always be yours, as well as my heart. I get that I've made you think the worse time and time again and I will never stop apologising or trying to make it up to you, no matter how long it'll take. And that's a promise. I love you y/f/n, please don't ever forget it." He finished, placing the small ring on the table besides the bedroom door before shoving his hands into his pockets and turning to leave.

He stood for a second with the front door open, with a view into your bedroom he turned one last time, willing with everything that he had that you'd turn and come running, tell him that you love him and can out this whole Grace shit behind you, but no, with one last sigh he stepped out onto the street and closed he door behind him.

Hearing the door slam I spun around, my eyes landing on the small ring, the light bouncing off of the biggest diamond sitting proudly in the centre. Sliding down the wall I let out a heart breaking cry, the sobs no longer silent as the tears slid down my cheeks one after the other, one hand squeezing my chest as though trying to hold my heart together while the other tried unsuccessfully to muffle the sobs of a broken heart.

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eldritch-nightmare · 2 months

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❝ it's not much, but i got you this. ❞

notes: prompt credit. i've never actually fully written anything for cody now that i think about it... i hope i do him nicely!! since it took me literally forever to post this, the other two prompts won't be valentine's base, though i may still use the prompts i chose for them bc. i like them. anyways!! i'm actually actively job hunting right now, which is why i've been so busy lately and haven't had much time to write. but i'll try working on some stuff soon!! for now, i hope you all enjoy this incredibly, very messy and late valentine's day post. thanks for being patient with me guys, it means a lot <3

pairing: x virus x gn!reader

word count: 983.

warnings: established relationship, fluff, cody is awkward as fuck when it comes to romance he's just like me frfr, wrapping paper is his biggest enemy, very mild angst like... a pinch of salt type of angst, cody is a perfectionist but idk if i portrayed that well enough here.

Cody stared at the clumsily wrapped gift placed in front of him, his arms crossed and his brows furrowed as he glared at the gift as if it had scorned him in some way.

And to him, it basically has.

You see, the gift he's been trying to wrap neatly and nicely is something he got for you, his lovely significant other. This is the first Valentine's Day he's spending with you, and while it doesn't have to be perfect, he would at least like to wrap your gift in a way that isn't... ugly.

It's not even that big of a gift. It's just a little bracelet he made in his spare time, so why the hell is it so hard to wrap in the little box he got for it?

He could just ask someone to help him wrap the gift, but that feels... I mean... it feels like that would be cheating? Strangely enough? Like... he made this for you, so he should be the one to wrap it up as well, no matter how annoying and how difficult it was starting to become.

It feels like it'll mean more if he does this himself.

But he's been here for like almost two hours now trying to wrap the box, and it looks so messy and it's covered in tape and honestly, the wrapping paper's color looks uglier and uglier the longer he looks at it and it just doesn't seem good enough for you. It could be so much better.

You deserve so much better. And if he could kill the wrapping paper, he would, truthfully.

Cody silently glares for a moment longer before letting out a sigh in defeat, resting his forehead against the surface of the desk in his workshop and grumbling quietly to himself.

The wrapping paper wins this round, but he'll do better next time.

With a huff, he sits up straight, giving the poorly wrapped box one final glance before grabbing it and standing up. It was time to actually give you the gift. And hope that you don't dump him for his poor wrapping skills. Do people do that? He's not sure. He hopes not. He'd hate for you to dump him.

Oh god, what if you dump him?

"Cody?"

"Fucking hell-" Cody nearly loses grip on the box in his hand when your voice suddenly pops up behind him, startling him so badly that he jumped a bit. He looked strangely similar to a dog that got caught doing something it wasn't meant to be doing.

And judging from the way he had quickly hidden his hands behind his back, awkwardly looking off to the side to avoid eye contact with you, you can't help but wonder if he had maybe done something.

"How long have you been standing there?" He asks, and your brow quirks up slightly at how strangely nervous he sounded. His behavior sort of reminded you of the day he had asked you out.

"Long enough to be concerned about whether or not I need to hide wrapping paper from you in the future." You respond, smiling a bit to yourself when you see Cody relax a bit at the joke you cracked.

"Ha ha. Funny." He blandly responds, though you don't miss the way his lips twitch upwards slightly. You deem your joke a success, even if he behaved otherwise.

"So, you wanna tell me what it is you're hiding behind your back? Or is it another one of your... projects?" You ask, crossing your arms and patiently waiting for his response.

And that made him tense up again.

He doesn't know why he felt so nervous about giving you a gift, poorly wrapped or not. I mean, you're literally dating each other, so he shouldn't get nervous like this, right? But also like, you're the first person he's ever dated and he honestly didn't think it would last this long even if it has only been a few months since he asked you out but still! Still!

He shouldn't be this nervous, honestly.

"Okay, so, like," He cringes slightly at the way his voice cracks a bit as he speaks, "Uhm, you know how it's Valentine's Day, right? I, uh, maybe it's silly but..." He trails off, seemingly debating whether or not he should actually continue before he's suddenly holding out a box in front of you.

It wasn't actually that poorly wrapped. Truthfully, it's way better than anything you could ever do. The wrapping paper was even your favorite color.

You take the box from him, glancing down at it before looking back up at Cody. He simply motioned for you to open the box, so you peel the wrapping paper off and do just that, taking the lid off the box to see the handmade bracelet neatly placed inside.

"It's not much, but I got you this," He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, "I mean, if you don't like it, I can make you something else! I know it's not the best thing in the world, but-"

"I love you."

He falls silent at your words, his nervous rambling cut off as he stares at you. You look up from the bracelet to stare at him, and your expression was so serious and genuine that it almost felt as if the air had been forced out of his lungs.

"Cody, I love you." You repeat.

"Oh," He stutters a bit, "I love you too." His words are a bit quieter compared to yours. It felt awkward saying those words out loud knowing you could actually hear him.

But the smile that bloomed on your face made him forget about all of that, and you nod, satisfied with his response, "Good. Now, help me make you one so we can match."

And who is he to say no to you and matching bracelets?

#x virus x reader #x virus x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you

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scuderiamh · 2 years

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LATE NIGHT DEVIL || m.verstappen x reader

pairing: max verstappen x reader

request: yes / no

summary: in which he's her sworn rival and the only other driver she truly hates -- except when they're in eachother's beds. based on teeth by 5 seconds of summer.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: smut. lewis retiring, so sorry i hated to do it 😭

ever since lewis hamilton lost his chance at an eighth world championship and retired, the heaviest of weights have been placed on your shoulders. be the new lewis. but you could never be the new lewis and nobody outright said you should be, but the unspoken pressure was always there, haunting you in your weakest moments. you had to do one thing and one thing alone -- beat max verstappen. it'd been the silent expectation placed in your lap the second you'd signed with mercedes.

but how could you up max verstappen when he played so fucking dirty? when he was the fia's goddamn golden boy?

he was cutthroat. you knew this, always. but so were you.

you had to be. in a male-dominated sport, you had to establish your hold over other drivers. everyone in formula one had to prove their worth and show they deserved their seat, but the skepticism with your driving only meant the pressure was tenfold with you. you didn't like to give yourself excuses, but it was true. so your driving style had to be harsh, rough -- but slicker than max. that's why you were better. you didn't cause the accidents he did.

not like you'd get away with it like he did. not in a million years.

the back and forth in your position was constant. one race you'll be leading the championship, the next it'll bounce right back to max being on the top. the media ate it up. just as much as it ate up how neither of you tried to hide your intense dislike for one another from the cameras, much to both their pr manager's disdain. “don't be so scornful on camera,” they'd say, “bad publicity. people don't like it.” but tonight wasn't like others. tonight it wasn't the harsh criticism, the snapping, the glares that could kill. no, tonight was much, much more different.

because tonight he was unzipping your dress in the bar bathroom.

grasping onto the little clarity that remained after the alcohol you'd downed, you took a brief moment to recollect how the fuck you got into this position --

if you hadn't gotten slapped in the face with a penalty, you would've started p1. it was more than a hard pill to swallow.

down it with some drinks. that was the solution.

p-fucking-20. that's where you'd be.

a shot with the reminder.

max fucking verstappen on pole instead of you.

another shot downed.

he was ahead of you in the wdc at the moment.

you raised the shot glass to your lips before a voice, an oh-so familiar, oh-so infuriating voice, interrupted you.

“you're taking those about as quickly as you drove today.”

although you couldn't see him, you knew it was max. you knew it right away and you were more than tempted to dump the shot on him. it was a dramatic thought undoubtedly influenced by your lack of complete sobriety, but you'd do just about anything to get him to leave your alone. that wasn't far off in comparison to your usual feelings toward him, but now more than ever. he was the last person you wanted to see here.

before you could say anything, he followed up his comment with a smirk and another one. “too bad the results are bad in both situations. p20 in one, a hangover in another...”

“fuck off, verstappen.” you snapped, ignoring him as he took a seat across from you. only that made your realize how pathetic you must've looked, downing drinks, all pissed off, sitting at a table alone. why didn't you just sit on one of the barstools instead? strike up a flirtatious conversation with someone around, maybe get lucky.

he raised his hands in a mock admission of guilt. “okay. okay. whatever you say, schatje.”

his presence alone inflamed you. he wasn't speaking, no. he was just there. by now he'd acquired his own drinks. why was he drinking with you? why wasn't he speaking? you wanted nothing more than to reach over and strangle him.

or fuck him. either would work.

you may hate his guts but you wouldn't deny your attraction to him. you wouldn't act on it -- definitely not. but he was handsome, to put it lightly. not even you would say otherwise.

“i think you just need your shit mood fucked out of you.” max stated finally, placing down an empty shot glass rather loudly.

you got over the initial shock at his words rather quickly, snorting in response. “and i'm sure you'd love to be the one to do it."

“i'm sure you'd love for me to be the one to do it.” he retorted, head tipping to the side. his gaze was intense, much like everything else about him.

“in your dreams.”

“you think i dream about you, schat?”

“i think you do.” you hummed. “think you dream about me a lot.”

the words meant nothing. they were empty. nothing more than meaningless banter with someone you could hardly stand.

“i think you want me to dream about you.” he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. “but i think you're the one who dreams about me. right? me fucking you stupid. you shaking under me. moaning my name. yeah?”

the words went straight to your core and you found yourself rubbed your thighs together. but you scoffed. “i'll bet anything you can't even find a woman's clit, verstappen.”

“let me prove you otherwise.”

you weren't above this. neither was he. a bar bathroom wasn't the most elegant of places to have sex, and it sure was no hotel bed -- but it'd make due. you were both too intoxicated to care. both with the drinks and with eachother.

“i still fucking hate you.” you reminded max, meeting his eyes as you finished removing the dress.

it was a nice one. black, skintight. cut in a way that showcased your legs and revealed just enough of your chest on display to make him want to take it right off of your. the eye contact was only broken when the shirt he was taking off obscured his own vision.

“you are fucking me, that's for sure.” he said, undoing his belt buckle.

“i never said yes.” you shot back.

there was a temporary pause in the removal of his jeans. his fingers instead made their way to your hips, lightly latching on to the band of your panties. pulling down, but the tug didn't do more than move them ever so slightly.

fucking tease.

“so you mean to say you're saying no?” he asked, now tracing the path of the band, then going down. down to your clothed cunt, applying the slightest pressure to where wetness had started to accumulate. a quiet gasp escaped your lips before you could stop it.

“if so...” he drawled, hand slowly moving back to the band to tug downward. “your body's telling a little bit of a different story, i must say.”

“get on with it, verstappen. or i'll find another guy to.” you said, knowing the empty threat would rile him up. “and you know i could.”

he was more expressionless than you would've liked. he only maintained eye contact and stopped touching your entirely, his own pants finally coming off. though you'd wished he'd finished taking your underwear off. but on the other hand, you wasn't complaining about his increasing lack of clothing. “i'm sure you could, schat.” he hummed. “but do you think any other guy would fuck you like i could?”

oh, if your teams knew about this. the red bull golden boy and the mercedes crowned queen. half naked in a bar bathroom.

“i don't know.” you said, exaggerating a pout. “because you won't hurry up and fuck me. what was it you were saying? fucking me stupid, moaning your name? is that no more than a fantasy?”

“i'll show you fantasy.” he grunted, grabbing your hips suddenly. the yank of your panties was stark in comparison to how he toyed with them just minutes before. max manhandled you into the position he wanted you in -- bent over the sink, making sure you could see his reflection in the mirror. make you know it was him bringing you to pleasure and, more importantly, submission.

the coolness of the sink made you hiss. you didn't have the time to adjust to it before his forefinger was at your pussy and pushing inside. an immediate moan couldn't even be stopped when he started thrusting it in and out, quick to add a second finger.

“look at me.” he demanded as soon as he saw your eyes screw shut. when you didn't listen, he slowed his pace. “i said look at me.”

the sudden drop in speed caught your attention. your eyes were back open, meeting his in the reflection. you opened your mouth to say something, snap some witty remark, but he resumed his actions and a whimper was voiced before words could even be thought of. a third finger drove your right to the edge of your peak, but fucking max, he removed them all with a smirk plastered on his face. he knew with the way you was clenching you wouldn't have lasted longer. he knew he was snatching away your high right before you could ride it out. even in a sexual scene, he didn't miss the opportunity to take something good from you.

“don't complain, you brat.” he spat, a cool arrogance in his voice. you hated it. you hated him. “you'll get what you want soon enough.”

and you did. his hands were on your hips in an instant, positioning himself behind your. before he did anything, he didn't say anything, but the hesitation made the silent question obvious. you could've said yes, the simple way to consent, or perhaps you could've begged, he would've liked that quite a bit. but the way you inched backward with a slight wiggle to your hips, making contact with his rock hard cock was an answer enough.

without any further warning or communication, he pushed into you. you couldn't help but whine sharply at the feeling. you could've anticipated max being big, but you had your expectations set lower.

he'd only allowed brief seconds for adjustments before the snapping of his hips rivaled the speed of his own car. your moans filled the room, but he brought a hand to your mouth, slowly pushing a finger inside to muffle the noise you was making. you didn't need to be told to suck on them.

“don't want others to hear the little mercedes princess getting railed, now, do we?”

taking your mouth off his fingers, it took great effort for you to speak. “fuck you, max.”

it was probably the first time you'd referred to him directly using his first name.

he'd die before admitting it, but he liked the way you said his name.

with clear desperation, wordlessly urging him to continue to rut into you. but the same proud undertone remained nonetheless, like you was still in charge. like they were behind the steering wheels of their opposing cars. and your moans...

god, he could listen to them on repeat.

while you two made every effort to stifle the sounds your mouths were making, they couldn't cover up the sound of skin slapping against skin rapidly. you didn't even try to.

his thrusts were precise, rough, and aggressive. his dominating nature seen on the track mirrored the dominance he held over you. and unlike on the track, you liked it.

if a peak of stimulation wasn't already approaching fast enough, the finger he brought to your clit made it speed up. max was rubbing the sensitive bud in ways that made your senses short circuit.

“what was it you were saying?” he asked tauntingly. “about me not finding the clit?”

“shut up.” you choked out.

your eyes rolled back at the consistency of his thrusts. never once did the pace or intensity falter. you had to gape at his stamina. when the coil snapped, your second orgasm hitting you like a train, max guided you through it. he became more sloppy, hands never leaving your body for a second.

you just had sex with the only person you swore you hated.

and you loved it.

shortly after, he slid out of you. he panted while he came all over your rear. marking you as his own.

as soon as he did, he knew the first time wouldn't be the last.

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ineffablemurderhusbands · 1 year

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I realized that I should probably put my fanfic in here so it'll get more readers. Here are a few of them:

Of love handles and fat asses: Rated Explicit

You put on some weight recently and your clothes don't fit right anymore.

Bucky is there to reassure you that you're still hot as fuck.

Make your man call me daddy: Rated Explicit (Work in Progress)

Tony brings up the idea of a naked calender for the team.

Natasha rebutts to say that the women of the team would be sexualized and the men praised. Someone jokes that the men should pose in lingerie instead.

Since it's for charity, they accept.

Bent the whole world over and said: Spank you very much: Rated Explicit

You are briefed with an undercover mission where Steve needs to pose as your Dom in a BDSM club.

You enlist Bucky's help in this learning quest.

Of course it turns into a threesome.

The beginning of a friendship. Or something more: Rated M

Diana helps out and comforts a drunk girl in a club's bathroom.

Kerosene is half as cheap as therapy (and that's what I call irony): Rated Explicit

Bucky stops a scorned woman from wrecking her ex's car.

She decides another type of revenge is in order.

Or alternatively: "Don't stick your dick in crazy, Bucky!" Sam says. Bucky does it anyway.

#bucky x female reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky fic #bucky fanfiction #bucky smut #diana of themiscyra #bucky barnes #diana of themycira x reader #wonder woman #winter soldier

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mindofasupernova · 3 years

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Someone you loved

Kaz Brekker x reader

Mr. Sandman Part 2

Inspired by the song "Someone you loved" by Lewis Capaldi

I'm going under and this time I fear there's no one to save me

This all or nothing really got a way of driving me crazy

Kaz's mind was a raging storm, an ever-shifting landscape. His heart was madly racing and he feared that if it didn't stop soon, it'll burst out of his chest.

Two days had gone by and yet there was no information about Y/N's whereabouts. No one had made an effort to contact him asking for money in exchange for her safety, no blackmail, nothing. Kaz knew the probability of Y/N being alive was shrinking as the days passed.

Kaz felt terrible, guilt crushed his heart in a vicious grip. If he hadn't kicked her out, if he had taken back his words, if he had just... No, thinking about what ifs wouldn't bring Y/N back home. If she's still alive a cruel voice whispered in the back of his mind.

His mind drifted to his darkest memories, horrible images plagued his mind. Rotting flesh beneath his fingers, icy hands grabbing at him, threatening to pull him under the waves. Water filled his lungs, consuming his oxygen and living him in the dark. His head broke the water, gasping for air, Kaz looked around, trying to find something, anything to grab to avoid drowning. Only that now instead of his brother's corpse, he saw Y/N's limp body floating above the water.

Kaz fell to his knees, the pain brought him back to reality. He was trembling, sharp gasps left his body, black dots covered his vision. Y/N would have told him to focus on reality, take in the details, count every little object he could find in the room. But Y/N wasn't here, and it was all his fault.

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I need somebody to heal, somebody to know

Somebody to have, somebody to hold

Y/N talked passionately about her latest read, making wild gestures with her hands as if to prove a point. Jesper's arm was slung across her shoulder, head thrown back in a laughing fit. When his cackles died down, Jesper leaned his head on Y/N's shoulder and started mocking her for being able to remember the exact place where phrases were in the book.

Kaz watched silently from his seat in the Crow Club, he knew those touches were purely friendly gestures, and still he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.

On many sleepless nights, Kaz thoughts had wandered down a treacherous path, always finding their way to Y/N. His mind had been invaded by images of her: the smile she always wore when she was about to make a witty comment, the way she pursed her lips whenever he asked her to memorize an important document, the furrow of her brows when paying close attention to Kaz's plans.

He snapped out of it, angry at himself for thinking about her, he couldn't afford those thoughts. Kaz's life was dangerous and he had many enemies who wouldn't hesitate to use anything or anyone against him. If he left himself feel, if he let her in, he knew there was nothing he wouldn't do for her.

He had tried. He had tried to distance himself, push her away until his feelings dissipated to nothing. However, every time Y/N appeared in his office late at night just to talk about her day, every time she called his name, every time she sent a glorious smile his way, Kaz couldn't bring himself to say no.

And now, looking at Y/N from across the room, a sense of longing clouded his vision. Thoughts of sitting next to her, no space between their bodies, with no fear of touching reminded him of how miserably he had failed.

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It's easy to say, but it's never the same

I guess I kinda liked the way you numbed all the pain

Since Y/N's kidnapping, Kaz had gone completely feral. He had looked for anyone who could provide information. He had kidnapped, tortured, and even killed members of any other gangs he had his suspicions on. He was unstoppable, he wouldn't rest until his Y/N was safe. She isn't even yours because you kicked her out a scornful voice reminded him.

Kaz's whole body hurt, his limp was more prominent than usual, his knuckles were bloodied and a purplish bruise contrasted against his pale skin from a blow he had taken when he was beating the life out of one of the Dime Lion's informants.

How he wished Y/N was there. No matter how many times he came back to the Slat, covered in blood and clutching at his wounds, Y/N's gaze always turned into one of horrified worry.

Y/N had always healed his wounds after a mission, wiping the blood away very carefully in order not to touch his skin. Even when he wasn't bleeding and it was just his leg giving him a bad day or a headache that refused to leave him, Y/N always brought him medicine or tea depending on the situation.

But Y/N was gone and he might not ever see her again. His thoughts lurched him back to the ocean, dead things suffocated him. He clutched his cane tighter, he couldn't have a panic attack now, he needed to find Y/N.

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Now the day bleeds into nightfall

And you're not here to get me through it all

The night wrapped the dirty streets of Ketterdam in its wicked hold, the moon loomed ahead casting a palish glow through Kaz's window. Another day had passed and he was no closer to finding Y/N.

He was alone in his office, clutching his cane tighter by the second, its sharp edges bruising his skin, and yet, the pain wasn't enough to keep the waters from rising, Y/N's form surrounded by corpses.

No, he couldn't think of her this way. He had to remain positive, he needed to hope Y/N was still alive somewhere, but for someone like Kaz, remaining positive wasn't something he strived on. Instead, Kaz looked inside his brain, searching for a memory of Y/N to avoid passing out and when he found it, he seized it and hung to it for dear life.

Kaz had heard people say love arrived at the most unexpected times, bloomed in the most unlikely places. People said love wasn't something you chose, something you could control, not a concept you could welcome or shut out of your life at your convenience.

Kaz deemed those people foolish, weak for not being able to control themselves, and as the cold mastermind he was, Kaz brushed off all of their comments. And he would have kept thinking that way if it hadn't been for Y/N during a warm summer evening.

The Crow Club was surprisingly empty, everyone was in a relaxed state, currently resting after a successful heist. Kaz had been working in his office, signing contracts when a soft knock sounded against his door, Y/N peered inside and after receiving Kaz's consent, stepped through the threshold.

Y/N sat in front of his desk, a small smile playing on her face, ensued by a moment of silence, Y/N started talking. Kaz's head perked up at the sound of her voice, eyes leaving the papers to direct his whole attention to her but he had been completely caught off guard by the sight before him.

Y/N's mouth was moving but Kaz's couldn't hear a thing, it was as if someone had stolen the sound so he could only focus on Y/N's heavenly form.

Y/N's hair was slightly disheveled, gusts of wind occasionally brushing lonely strands into different directions, soft locks swishing in compass with a nonexistent melody. Sunset rays filtered through the window, lighting up Y/N's features. Sunlight beams fell gently down the slope of her nose, gently caressed her long lashes, and kissed her tender lips giving them a reddish hue.

At that moment, Kaz realized how dreadfully unjust the world was. How come was the wind able to run his breezy fingers across her beautiful hair? How could the rain brush her skin lovingly without repelling at the idea of skin contact? Why could the Sun kiss her graceful lips and he couldn't?

Kaz wanted to hold her, reach for her whenever he wanted without fear of drowning. He wanted to hug her and nuzzle his nose in her hair affectionately. He wanted to know what her skin felt like under his fingertips. Kaz wanted to know the taste of her lips.

Because he was in love with her.

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I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Y/N laid immobile in his bed, her skin almost as pale as his sheets, soft breaths escaped her lungs. Kaz sat in a chair near her fragile body, his frown deepened every time his eyes landed on a different wound.

Kaz felt like in a déjà vu, a vision that had happened exactly three weeks ago. This was the reason why Kaz had pushed her, why he had evicted her from the Slat, the one home she had ever known. But did it matter? All his efforts to keep her safe had been in vain.

That fateful night, when she had been the distraction in a supposed easy heist, everything had come tumbling down. The nightmares had started back then, where he first saw her all bloodied and beaten and unconscious. They didn't know if she would ever wake up. Kaz had refused to visit her, images of his nine-year-old self seeing her amongst the corpses in the Reaper's Barge haunted his days.

When she had woken up he'd wanted to see her, but he couldn't bring himself to because he knew what he had to do. Kaz couldn't bear the thought of her dying, he couldn't imagine her gone, but if he gave her hope, if she saw how much he cared, she would refuse to leave. He needed her to stay away for her safety

So he had done that, he had ruthlessly yanked his heart out of his chest when he had kicked her out. The words he had said to her tortured him since that day: "Do not think that just because I have kept you around for this long you're irreplaceable." And when he thought he couldn't feel more pain, Y/N had started crying. Silent droplets fell down her cheeks and Kaz felt as if the most savage assassin had ripped his heart into shreds.

I let my guard down and then you pulled the rug

I was getting kinda used to being someone you loved

Seating there, silently watching Y/N's closed eyes, he was experiencing it all again. When they had found her she had been tied to a chair, unmoving, in one of the Dime Lion's warehouses. He swore his heart had stopped beating, she couldn't be dead, when Nina had checked for her heartbeat and announced it was still there, Kaz's heart reanimated.

Nina had done her best to heal her and now the only thing there was to do was wait until she woke up. This time Kaz had refused to leave her bedside. This time he would do things differently.

He had been a coward, he now realized. He should have never let her go. He should have been braver, stronger, he should have protected her. Now he realized he wanted, no, needed her with him. He had been too scared worrying for the future that he had forgotten to enjoy the present. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

"Kaz?"

His head shot back to Y/N. She was awake, she was alive and he would never let her go.

And with such a fervent emotion, he couldn't have thought himself capable of expressing, he said "Please, don't ever leave me again. "

Thanks for the song recommendation @itsemy01

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