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aftgficrec · 6 months

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Fics where Neil gets in a fight and actually wins!! I know it’s more commonly said that he can start fights and not finish them but let’s be for real, the boy was raised by two mafias and is scary as hell (I think i’ve seen someone ask this a while ago but i’m not sure if there’s an updated list) Mainly wondering for like post-canon fics, but au’s are cool too!

There’s quite a bit to discover on this topic, be that AU or in the context of canon. Of course, Neil rarely comes out of these troubles unscathed, but he wouldn’t be Neil if there wasn’t also a little martyrdom involved. You might find more on this under our bamf!Neil, butcher!Neil and occasionally raven!Neil tags. Have a browse, and see if there’s anything you like. - S

Some previous recommendations:

BAMF!Neil here

BAMF!Neil 2 here

BAMF!Neil 3 here

BAMf!Andreil w/happy ending here

badass Neil here

Neil fights and wins here

A dark Neil here

Neil says it's fine i've had worse here

Neil protects Katelyn/the foxes/Andrew here

Foxes find out Neil's not soft here (see list of recs at top of post)

Neil hurts/kills in front of foxes here

new BAMF! or Raven!Neil here

dark!Neil & Andrew here

bad boy Neil here

Neil Josten: Moriyama spy here

Neil kills Nathan here

Killing Eve AU here

‘Skin Comes Apart (Angel in Lothian)’ here

‘Bound for Error’ here

‘turn out the lights’ here (completed)

‘From Dungeons’ here

‘Whiskey Sour’ here

‘Negotiations’ and ‘The Butcher's Hello’ here (updated)

‘Shake my Tomb’ and ‘Appendages’ here

‘The Butcher’s Son’ here

‘it takes two (but you and i are one)’ here

‘monster (under my bed)’ here

post-canon (more or less):

Out for Blood by Aquared46 [Rated M, 27975 words, complete, 2023, locked]

"Neil’s first thought upon opening his eyes was that he was lucky to be in the trunk of a car instead of the back of a van. His second thought was that even if he survived this, Andrew might finally give into the temptation to kill him." AKA Neil is abducted and everyone has a bad time.

tw: kidnapping, tw: torture, tw: nightmares

born for this by dovegraye [Rated G, 1278 words, complete, 2023]

There are some parts of Nathaniel Abram Wesninski that Neil Abram Josten can’t ignore and refuses to play at trying anymore. This is one of them.

tw: violence

My Lover Writes Me Letters by AceSirenSinger [Rated M, 23018 words, complete, 2023]

He feels it again – the fury, of Neil’s taunting precision, of his expertise honed specifically for Andrew. It makes Andrew furious. Andrew has not felt anything since he woke up with his head on fire, in a room with a man made of compressed violence. *** Andrew loses his memory of the last five years, and forgets Neil. Neil martyrs himself because of course he does.

**tw: threatened rape/noncon between major characters**, tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: blood/gore, tw: referenced animal cruelty and death, tw: vomit, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: murder, tw: implied disordered eating

five times neil beat the babygirl allegations, plus the one time he didn't by r3mus [Rated T, 7488 words, complete, 2023]

neil will NEVER beat the babygirl allegations in MY heart but, alas, he would probably punch me if i called him babygirl to his face.

tw: violence

Damnation by X0X0HauntedX0X0 [Rated M, 15572 words, incomplete, last updated Jan. 2022]

Unkind and ever familiar, that anger Lola had triggered earlier returned with sharp teeth and without mercy. He would rip his time from their hands by force, like he’d been doing every day since he was born. Lola was clever as the devil, but Neil had been raised through the loopholes. She couldn’t hurt his Foxes if she was dead. Or Neil is much more dangerous than anyone gives him credit for.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: torture, tw: blood/gore, tw: alcohol, tw: drugs

NB: fic art of post-torture Neil by @kazzyboy here

Maybe a Mobster by definitely_not_loki [Rated M, 1558 words, complete, 2022]

Neil Josten had transferred at the beginning of this season, and sure he'd been a nightmare for the team, but not in the "I was raised by a serial killer" kind of way. He was hard on the team—way harder than anyone had been before—and he wasn't even the captain. He was just some rookie striker from South Carolina. Most of the time she forgot he was anything but a rookie striker, but then someone would ask about his scars or call him a different name. Those were the few moments she remembered he wasn't just an asshole. He was an asshole with a past. So when The Event happened, she was terrified, horrified beyond all reason, but she was not surprised. Or, Neil is a badass motherfucker.

tw: violence, tw: blood

Neil has some bad habits. by evelynreads23 [Not Rated, 1068 words, complete, 2022]

Neil learnt things when he was young, how to wield a knife, how to hide a body. He was doing good and not thinking about it until someone was telling him he was a fan of the butcher. He was in a haze afterwards and freaked when Jack was being an asshole. This is Neil going to his roots but staying Neil, protecting Andrew and the foxes and not having fun when his past is brought up. Read at your own risk! :)

tw: violence, tw: blood, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: homophobia, tw: panic attacks

Dart Boards and Knife Fights by clumsylittlewriter [Rated T, 2983 words, complete, 2022]

"As if in sync, both of them dropped down into fighting stances and tensed their muscles. 'I apologize in advance if I end up killing you,' Nathaniel said, his voice dangerously quiet. Natalie threw her head back and released a sharp peal of laughter, more malicious than anything Andrew had ever heard from her. 'Don’t get cocky, Butcher-boy,' she taunted, her eyes glittering with vicious glee. The Butcher’s smile reappeared on his partner’s face." (a game of darts reminds Andrew that Neil was raised by someone fascinated with knives)

All the masks I've left behind by SagaEllen [Rated T, 1879 words, complete, 2021]

Neil does not cry. Aaron asks for help. And everything is such a mess.

tw: knives, tw: violence

all for his foxes by Olympyas [Not Rated, 2469 words, complete, 2021]

If he wanted to defend his family Neil wouldn't be enough, but someone else would, just this time, just for them. This is how Nathaniel opened the door and managed to stop the knife threw at him. And that was familiar, It even became a reflex by now. They taught him. Lola taught him in a way he wouldn't be able to forget. Lola and Romero come for Neil directly at Palmetto and Neil defends his family.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: blood, tw: knives

AU:

Dead Ringer by HalloweenReaper [Rated E, 18892 words, incomplete, last updated Nov. 2023]

“Potential.” Riko slammed Neil against the wall again and whirled on Kevin. Kevin stared back at him, white-faced and tense. “You said that goalkeeper had potential and then wrote him off as useless when I offered him to you....” - The Foxhole Court, Ch. 13. Nathaniel was given to Ichirou as his private hitman after his skills as a marksman were revealed when the Moriyama tracked him and his mother down after they ran away. Riko decided to surprise Kevin with matching “pets” after he found out the goalkeeper Kevin was interested in had a twin. When Nathaniel is ordered to join the Ravens for a year to cover for a series of hits, his smart mouth meets Andrew’s prickly attitude and things get interesting.

tw: abuse, tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: animal abuse, tw: panic attacks

Different Roads by frankelled [Rated T, 33944 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]

Nathaniel became Ichirou's 2nd when he was 10 years old. To protect Nathaniel from becoming a target no one can know, which leaves him in the Nest. When Kevin's hand breaks Nathaniel is in charge of protecting him from Riko, but now in Palmetto

tw: violence, tw: injuries, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: panic attacks

Andrew's Regret by pandaseek [Not Rated, 13860 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]

“The first three were all former foster parents of Andrew.” Piggins continued, unable to take a hint from the frosty office he’d admitted these things too. “No.” Aaron panicked, staring at Andrew in disbelief. “Andrew has never been…!” Wymack shifted his weight on the filing cabinet, reaching down to grab his trash can and passing it across Andrew in time for Aaron to grab it and spew a cascade of vile liquid into it, while Andrew pushed his chair onto its back legs and avoided all eye contact with those in the cramped office. Andrew knew who did this. The only person who had ever willingly gone to bat for him. A person he had mistakenly believed to be dead long ago; this was proof to the contrary. Except… Except that there was one name missing. - A prompt from Justthislazy, based on my original Lifeline, that I just had to pick up and run with. Thank you for the amazing idea!

tw: implied/referenced murder, tw: implied/referenced csa

Promise, I Can Give You a Reason by maydaykevin [Rated T, 1689 words, complete, 2023]

Something else happens in the fated Millport locker room.

tw: violence

I'm An Accountant by boomba77 [Not Rated, 24101 words, incomplete, last updated Oct. 2023]

Abram Hatford is an accountant. A legitimate accountant. He may work for an infamous crime family, but his hands have been clean for years (of blood, at least). He is a translator and an accountant. He flies under the radar, his existence hidden from the public by his family, and he prefers it that way. For him, the words ‘safe’ and ‘unknown’ are synonymous. So, when one of the Hatford empire’s more lucrative businesses begins stirring up the wrong kind of attention and losing money as a result, the Hatfords require discretion and brains. Their elusive Abram is the only person for the job. Andrew Minyard is a part-time server at a random diner and a part-time bartender at The Den, where he spends most of his time drinking what he’s supposed to be serving. It isn’t until strange things start happening around the club that Andrew decides to pay a bit more attention to the shady shit going on at his work. And then, when a stranger shows up looking for work with a perfect resume and a symmetrical face, Andrew finds his suspicion, and his interest, double. All of the death and destruction is bad, sure, but at least it’s interesting. OR Waiting for death is not living.

tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: dissociation, tw: nightmares, tw: panic attacks, tw: scars

Rheostat by NeilfuckingJosten [Rated M, 14315 words, incomplete, last updated Aug 2023]

Nathaniel Wesninski, alias Neil Josten is finally out of the Nest and into the world of professional exy. Deadly, smart and worse than his father, Nathaniel will bring a storm into Andrew's quiet world. AKA, they meet in the pro's.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced abuse

I Was Ruined From The Start by BrokenPineTree [Rated M, 39021 words, incomplete, last updated April 2023]

Neil’s grin is audible as he replies. "Riko’s antics getting outed to the public would make him a liability. And I do remember telling you that threats need to be dealt with accordingly." Kevin's stomach lurches into his throat with the conclusions he jumps to. "So, you’re gonna go back to the Nest?" He asks quietly. Slowly. Unsure how to feel about Neil putting himself in that situation again. He can't do that, right? He has other things to worry about now. Neil hums disapprovingly. "Try again," He offers. Kevin does. "You're... coming to Palmetto?" The au where Kevin doesn't have full confidence in Andrew's ability to stand between him and his lurking demons after only spending a few months at Palmetto. But with the dangerous card itching to emerge from under his sleeve, does he really need to?

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced child abuse, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: nonconsensual drug use, tw: panic attacks

True Crime by mostly_maudlin [Rated T, 1789 words, complete, 2022]

All Andrew needed was the WiFi password.

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Neil Does Not Like when people mess with his people. by @hmmm-shesucks [tumblr, 2023]

Whenever any of the foxes are slightly inconvenienced by someone enough to complain about them, Neil always asks, “Do you want me to take care of it?”

tw: implied/referenced violence

Neil gets in a fight by @hmmm-shesucks [tumblr, 2023]

Neil gets in a fight on the court and it’s one of those where gloves are dropped and helmets are thrown and the punches are quick and hard.

tw: blood, tw: violence

Neil is dangerous and Aaron knows it hc by @thefoxholestuff [tumblr, 2021]

I love the idea of Neil being the really dangerous one rather than Andrew and the Foxes all being Shook and Andrew being a gay disaster over it

Part 2 - an expansion

here’s an expansion of my Neil-is-dangerous-and-Aaron-knows-it post,

one night the foxes are at edens and some guy starts to harass Andrew hc by @zipperuser103 [tumblr, 2021]

I know that Neil “starts fights that he can’t finish”, but I refuse to believe that he has no fighting skills at all.

tw: violence

Art

bamf!Neil by @emry-stars-art

(Feat. BAMF? Assassin? Secret Agent? Neil) by @baylecn

Good boy, junior by @jayjuls

Killer In The Mirror by @allfortheslay25

Killing Eve AU by @rainbowd00dles

Wesninski looks good on you by @ouijacine

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fanstuffrantings · 4 months

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I follow some people who talk about baldurs gate 3, and the way the fandom almost largely goes out of its way to babygirl everything astarion does while refusing to give the same leniency to the far less evil characters is baffling.

I feel like Gale, Wyll, and Lae'zel are the ones who often make this the most clear. Under the cut.

Whether it's because of the glitch pre console release or just a general refusal to engage with his story, people like to paint this picture of Gale being some Narcissistic abuser who is only ever power hungry. I've seen people try and justify mystra's actions. Now even if Gale was a young adult when Mystra came to him, Mystra is his goddess. She's in charge of the weave. She had so much more power over him, student/teacher and boss/underling relationships are so looked down upon because of that inherent power imbalance. And I think there's also an implication that this is relatively normal for all versions of mystra to do to younger men.

Elminster isn't free of criticism because he actively brought a young Gale to be groomed into becoming a pawn for Mystra. Gale gets discarded by mystra for his seeming ambition and wants to move on, but is also still desperate to please her in anyway he can, and she tells him to kill himself. I don't understand how people go through his plotline and see him believing the only way he's useful is dead and then just assume he's just power hungry. Is he a bit full if himself? Yes. He's a wizard. They're like that. But he's not the worst person in the world, and he's definitely not the one people should claim as the abuser in his relationship with Mystra.

People call Wyll boring, some paint this idea of him being holier than thou/looking down on everyone around him. Since he was 17 Wyll has given his whole life to protecting people and trying to be a hero. He's self sacrificial, thrown out by his father for making a pact he only made to save the city he adores. Wyll talks so much about baldurs gate. He wants to return.

Wyll has his body altered unwillingly for doing the right thing and yet he never once regrets it. He's made into a devil, the creatures so many of the npcs and companions loathe, for his kindness. He's constantly tricked and mocked by Mizora who we know from the game was sent by Zariel to corrupt a good hearted person. Even still, Wyll is a kind and honest man. He's charming and a bit cheesy but that's fine. Wyll can be incredibly self sacrificial and stubborn in his morals, but if you're running around doing mean things to impress Astarion, you can't blame Wyll for not liking your character and judging you. He's a hero of the people, of course he'd stand with them. We also need to remember he got so heavily redone that he has barely 6 hours of in-game content now. Which is abysmal compared to everyone else.

Lae'zel was raised by a cult, a cult that spans all her people where they're taught to bow and serve a lich queen who promises them glory if they're good enough. She can be harsh and unfriendly, but we need to remember she's the one most aware of what the tadpole can do and with that in mind we know she's very desperate to get things done and cure herself. Next to astarion she's the most evil aligned origins companion, and even still so much of that is due to being brainwashed into a certain belief.

Lae'zel in canon is the youngest companion, very early 20s and it often shows. She's a skilled warrior who doesn't see the need for statements that are already obvious. She's been beaten into shape and filled with ideas that unless she's perfect as the creche commands then she is worthless. She's scared and alone in act 1 with people who most likely don't care about it the same way she does. Lae'zel is imperfect like all the other companions, but if you're willing to accept that astarion is soft under all his bluster, why can't you do the same for Lae'zel?

I don't hate Astarion, I liked him a lot my first playthrough, he was my main romance. But the way the fandom ignores that he's definitely evil in act 1 and 2 because "I just don't see him that way", how people act like he's the only character in the cast who was abused when abuse and the cycles of it are the main theme of the game, how people willfully misunderstand his ascension ending and paint it as his good one when the writers state repeatedly it's not, the way the fandom will insult and demean other characters for jabbing at astarion's trauma but applaud him when he does the same exact thing, when they ignored his racism towards gnomes and gur (which is anti Romani racism repackaged). There's also a chance that in his time, Astarion was a corrupt politician, something making his death more complicated but also adding interest to it that a lot of his fans want to ignore to make him pure.

Astarion isn't perfect, none of the companions are. And they're not supposed to be. But his special treatment by fans is becoming so incredibly tiresome to see.

#baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #astarion acunin #molten rambles #wyll ravengard #lae'zel #gale dekarios

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rinbowaman · 1 year

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HHP- Chapter 14 Part 1 *pls read caption before reading!!!

I swear we are getting to the good parts. This chapter alternates between present time and flashbacks. Text in purple are the lyrics. It is IMPERATIVE that you listen to the song (maybe even on repeat if the chapter takes longer to read) as you read each part of this chapter bc it’s going to give you the experience of what I felt as I drafted this.

no warnings…for now.

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Chapter 14 - Ethan

…………………

“Do you want her?”

“Yes.”

“Well then babygirl…” with a tender and sickening kiss on her head, he grins with an intriguing and admiring bite on his lower lip and raises his eyebrows.

“go get her.”

Woah

Again, chaconne now

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

As the early morning drew near, the sun, not even awoke from its nightly slumber, remained stagnant beneath the earth as his darkened and dimmed frat room, lit only be her twinkling voice as she hums, is graced by the beauty of his Eden.

Dancing and twirling in the open space, carefree and delicate with her movements, she rotates her hips, elegantly raising her arms as her hand drapes down her forearm. Looking down at the floor with an alluring expression, she softly releases a soft and lustful breath through the dainty opening of her lips.

Elegant, flowing, and perfect, each twisting rotational curve of her hips stirs him from the inside and out.

‘Perfection.’

Walking in through the hall, peeking in through the wide open door, he drags the tips of his finger tips along the wall of the corridor that leads him to her, staining a trail of blood along the way.

Through the opening, he witnesses the beauty of his creation.

She’s everything. She is the sense of sight, smell, taste, and sound to him, without her, he has absolutely nothing to live for.

Looking back into the past, when he first saw you, he fell…..hard.

Any decent and reserved part of him fell from Heaven that day. He fell, right into the burning pits of Hell, thus, he became the Devil himself.

Taking advantage of fate, he played the role of God and decided his own path as he took advantage of your despair and got you. Ahh…life was good the moment he got you.

Then, through the twisted dance of pleasure he forced into you as you squirmed, yelled, screamed, and struggled through, he holds you down, restraining you against your movements for freedom, and made you take the peak of pain along with the fire of his passion.

Never did it cross his mind that the unthinkable would happen…

‘Eden.’

A castle shaded from the sun

Sensually-intimate scent despite withering

Kiss the dead flowers

My kiss with a nice scent

Yes, Eden was born, through his discretion. He created her, though it was not intentional or at all planned, it wasn’t even imaginable for him. He would have never believed the occurrence of that night to take place the way it did.

But it did…and was he ever so pleasantly surprised by her accidental birth.

The moment she awoke, gazing into his half dark and twisted expression as a part of Heeseung was remaining within his being, they both took in the shock, confusion, and joy as they stare in awe…

She wakes up, gazing into him. She takes her first breath.

Admiring her creator, just as a baby bird recognizes it’s mother as she takes in flight to feed her chirping youngling, Eden smiles and renders complete loyalty and obedience to her creator. He was her lover, her husband, her soulmate, her…’daddy’.

‘Look at her…I’ve never seen anything more wholesome and immaculate. Look at what I’ve created…a monster…like me….how beautifully perfect. I think I’ll call her….Eden. My Eden. My beautiful paradise.’

Upon realizing, that not only does he have you, but he now has his Eden. He understood that he had a whole other version of himself through your eyes. What a wonderful feeling to know that by transforming you, to instill and force you to develop a dark and twisted side within your otherwise pure, pastel colored and loving nature, he would have the love and commitment he was yearning to give, and to have it returned to him in the same manner on how he communicated and understood love.

How he communicated and understood love.

What has he done to you? Your bright and light personality, loving and filled with the scent of summer and spring, was now split, with one half painted harshly with strokes and splatters of dark crimson red and violet. A side that contained sultry rage, and black velvet that chokes out all the pure warmth that you were born with. What has he done to you? Pure, sweet, well mannered, and the ever good natured y/n. What has…he done to you?

With the fires of Hell, he burns down the gardens of Heaven, taking out every single sunflower, babies breath, and cherry blossoms. Turning them to ash, he fertilizes and grows deep red roses to take their place.

Brighter than the sun

That's just me

Monster, even if you call me

I don't even care

Yes, he was happy and complete the night he took you. The night he made you his, and made Eden.

‘Fuck the higher powers that be. I’ll decide my own future and fate. I will take her. I will have her. I will keep her.’

He did, and he was already eternally happy. Yet, the moment he realized he now had Eden, along with you…Heaven and Hell all in one? How Perfect.

Reaching the entrance of his room, Ethan stares through, admiring the viper that elegantly displayed her dance through her own ballet. With a tinge of blood staining her hands, a bit of it streaked down her neckline, all adorning her as she dances for him, he couldn’t help but fall hard once more. She was just…

‘Ah…you’re the most beautiful thing in this world.’

Walking in, without breaking his gaze on her, Ethan reaches behind and shuts the door with his blood stained hands.

Flashback -

Sitting inside the car, Jake feels the vibration of a text message coming in. Barely glancing at it, he reaches inside his pocket and takes out a satin black sash.

‘How did I know that I was going to need this tonight? Heh.’

He smirks in thought.

Leaning over to Emily, she looks up with wide-eyes and confusion.

She recognizes that shiny and smooth fabric. It was something that he would often carry around with him, for moments whenever he felt that he needed her, that he wanted her, when he felt like instilling the pleasures of sexual dominance, which completely counteracted his bubbly and friendly demeanor that he normally displayed.

That emergence of that sash was a reflected state of him that no one else saw, but her.

But why was he taking it out now of all times?

‘You don’t need to see a single thing from here on out, my pretty little doll…’

He narrows his eyes as he speaks in mental note.

He wraps and covers her eyes delicately, so tenderly, as he holds her chin and gives her a small kiss on the tip of her nose. The scent of his cologne, smokey birch along with a hint of cinnamon…that scent of his…so unique…so warm that it slightly…burns.

“Wait here. Don’t move until I come get you, and keep your pretty eyes covered. Understand?”

His voice low and in slow, steady tempo, installing a chill, no, it was beyond a chill. It was so cold that it felt as if she was being stabbed in the back. It was even lower than how he spoke when they were intimate.

Nodding subtly in a confused and scared state, he kisses her once more.

“Grrrrrrrrrrr…” The dog growls.

She was used to it, it was his signature flare whenever he was about to instill the torment of pleasure to her. She was so used to that feeling. It scared her. It thrilled her. It…loved and embraced her.

Eyes covered, her sight rendered to the silk that drapes over her face, Emily hears the sound of his car door opening, she feels the weight of his form leaving as the car redistributes it’s own upon losing his density.

Hearing his footsteps reach toward the back, he opens the trunk to his car. Though it was faint, she could make out the clinking sound from outside…

‘Glass bottles?’

Present -

Dance for me forever

Look at me in the broken And tune it with the feet

This beautiful moment I don't stop

Woah, again, chaconne now

Eden pivots and gently spins; she performs delicate steps as she watches her Ethan coming to her. Admiring her performance as she dances a Volta for him.

Only for him.

He draws nearer and nearer…

“God, you’re beautiful…” he remarks with his eyes wide, as if he was riddled with immense excitement while he bit down on his lip once more.

Raising his had at waist level, his palm facing the sky, he motions his two fingers to her, telling her to come to him. With her master and creator bidding her, as always, she obeys and goes to him.

“Yeeeeeeah…come to daddy.” He whispers lowly as he motions his fingers, eager to get his hands on her once she steps close enough.

With the soaring pain that pounded at her womanhood, all due to her desire for him to be inside, she bids to her master.

“Ethan…”

“Yeeeeees? My pretty little Eden.”

“It hurts…” she whispers softly, grazing her finger tips over her collar bone.

“Tell daddy where it hurts, baby.”

“Everywhere…inside.”

“Do I need to kiss it to make it all better?”

“Yesssss…”

“Well, come to daddy then.”

Dance for mе, like you're drunk and fascinated by mе

I just wanna dance on, can't stop it

This is my world in the dark

Woah, again, chaconne now

Once she closed the distance half way, Ethan grabs on to his beautiful monster. So beautiful and yet…so much more monstrous than even him. And he knew, he was pretty fucked up in the head, especially after tonight. But he’s always know that. He’s always known that he was the side of himself, of his Heeseung self, that was suppressed and put away, only to be used for ‘special’ occasions. Though he was still surprised at how far he was willing to go, all for the sake of his love, yourself….and your Eden self.

Pinning her arms to her frame, Ethan’s hands reaches forth, grabs, and pulls her in quickly. Like a snake striking its bite, Ethan was steady and quick. Just the way she liked it.

A rattlesnake. A viper. A poisonous serpent that stared at her through a pair of black iris slits.

With such immense force and strength, the man effortlessly, and easily, pulls her into a deep and hungry kiss. It was like snapping his fingers, it was so easy for him to push, pull, lift, and turn you however he wanted you….or rather, your Eden side.

Feasting on her, Ethan satisfies his hunger through his kiss…

‘Mmmm…she tastes so good…I want….MORE.’

Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh

Again, chaconne now

Woah-oh, woah-oh, woah-oh

Chaconne now

Biting her lip down, he pinched his teeth with her flesh in between. A piercing yelp escapes her, only for him to swallow it and savor the taste along with the delicate rush of blood he slurped and licked off. It was like fine wine to him. The rusty taste of iron as he licked and savored every drop that emerged from the wound.

Her eyes, glossed over with immense moisture from the pain, begin to stream down as she watches him pull his head back away just slightly, smirking as his lips become stained bright red from his bite.

“You taste even better like this….” Growling under his breath, deep and low, he speaks out as he tightens his grip on Eden.

“Let me eat you.”

A chill creeps, pulls, and snaps at her. Hearing his words in that deep tone, along with his growls and that wide-eyed, sinister glare he was giving her, as if he was encouraging her to say ‘yes’ as he tilts his face, leans in more to her, and bites his lip.

“Say yes. Let me devour you. Let me eat you alive, Eden.”

Trembling and yet, smiling, with a tinge of worry in her eye as she chuckles and displays a heart warming grin back, she nods.

“Eat me…Ethan….eat…”

Death doesn't concern me

Just me and this scent

A splendid flowery taste

Only party for me

****authors notes: I promise we’re going to get to what happened with tiff and Scott. I promise. For now, we have part 1. Part 2 (possibly 3??) will be posted later today and ch 15 will probably be tomorrow.

#Youtube #heeseung fanfic #enha heeseung #enhypen heeseung #heeseung ff #heeseung hard hours #heeseung hard thoughts #heeseung imagines #heeseung scenarios #heeseung #lee heeseung x reader #heeseung x yn #heeseung x you #heeseung x reader

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tarisilmarwen · 11 months

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Rebels Rewatch: "Legacy of Mandalore"

A Mandalorian family reunion!

Live reaction version from 2017.

I do find it hilarious that the kids are in the front seats, driving and co-piloting, while the adults are hanging out in the back.

Ezra's little, "Wait a minute." moment lol.

Nice to hear this bit of spoken Mando'a.

Chopper banging on the outside of the Phantom II with his manipulators lol.

Remember what I said last rewatch about how the two of them develop into co-protagonists? Part of that seems to be that they start spending more time in the cockpit together. :)

~Under cloud, beneath the stars... over snoooooooow one winter's morn.~

*ahem* Pardon me there, visiting Krownest always puts those lyrics in my head.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The snow clumps being shaken off the tops of the trees as they're passing.

"Don't worry, I'll play nice."

Ah yes, one of the parts of the episode that almost seems like it's playing Ezra off as Sabine's "problem boyfriend" that she's bringing home to meet mom and dad. <3

So it was definitely the Supercommando armor that set Ezra off.

I do not know what it is but Disney has been pulling some really weird shit regarding age order of siblings lately, Tristan does not look like he's the younger sibling at all.

Also Isabella and Luisa should be totally switched around, c'mon.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: How their feet actually sink into the snow with realistic weight and powder compression.

Love the design of the Wren stronghold. Very Modern Architecture.

I love him. <3

Takes Sabine promising that the lightsabers will be safe before Ezra decides to give his up. (And yet later in the climax he doesn't even hesitate to throw it to her, aaaaaah!)

Don't mind me, just appreciating the design of this place.

Ursa sounds an awful lot like Fenn "I made a deal with the Empire to survive" Rau here. I doubt the parallels aren't deliberate.

So I guess the takeaway lesson is don't make deals with the evil empire because it will always screw you over.

*whispers* If no supposed to ship why have Ezra being adorkable towards Sabine's brother just like Kanan was adorkable at Hera's father?

Really can't get over the scenery in this episode it's so soft and pretty.

Ursa was so ready to be impressed that her babygirl kicked Maul's ass and so disappointed when that wasn't the case lol.

Does seem like Sabine had a difficult childhood even before the whole Dutchess fiasco. Maybe that was why she decided to go to the Imperial Academy in the first place? Who knows.

My genre-savvy called a lot of the beats this episode, which made it just a smidge predictable for me the first time around.

Not gonna lie, Rau sneaking through the complex is actually kind of hilarious.

I'll bet Alrich painted that for her. :)

Ngl, the dialogue in this scene is just a bit weirdly written, I dunno what it is but it bugs me.

Ezra's so proud that Sabine kicked Gar Saxon's ass lol.

Underappreciated Papa Wolf Kanan moment: Shielding Ezra from the guardsman's blasters.

You know I don't wonder why Sabine latched onto the Ghost crew as her new family, high-ranking Mandalorian clans seem overly obsessed with prestige.

Tristan is a blabbermouth lol, still can't get over that.

Oh man this expression. She must feel like she's relieving her family's disowning all over again.

*chanting* Don't make deals with the devil, don't make deals with the devil.

Saxon is a master at finding loopholes isn't he?

I don't think this brief fakeout from Tristan was necessary, I think he should have just immediately turned guns on Saxon from the beginning.

Nice to hear Sabine's theme in the score tho.

LOLOL IT STILL CRACKS ME UP HOW FENN RAU JUST BURSTS THROUGH THE GLASS WINDOW ALL, "SURPRISE, BITCHES!"

<333333

This moment made the episode for me.

Zero hesitation, complete trust and faith. He loves her so much omg.

Oooooh a nice rendition of the Force Theme here!

(Told y'all it became a running gag.)

Problem boyfriend so worried. <3

Sabine's theme is in french horns now, it sounds like. This iteration of the theme is less mournful and more action-oriented, with flute trills and timpani percussion.

The cracking ice is mostly symbolic I think. I did worry at the time of airing if someone was going to wind up falling in.

Sabine using basic lightsaber positions like Kanan and Ezra taught her. <3

...Was it implied that Sabine hacked off Saxon's arm there or...? Camera angle makes it difficult to discern.

I don't think it's a coincidence that Saxon winds up in a position like Dooku's or the Grand Inquisitor's in the Season One finale, lightsaber blades held crossed at their throats.

But Sabine, having been heavily influenced by the Jedi in her life, chooses mercy over revenge. The moment is even punctuated by a snippet of the Force Theme. Aaaaaaaah I love it, I love that Sabine has let Kanan's influence soak into her so much, has become so much more Jedi than Mandalorian and been made better for it.

Oh, his arm's intact, okay then.

I have... Thoughts™ about the entire Mandalorian mindset of needing chaos to become strong and refusing outside help to fight its battles and how the whole Proud Warrior Race thing so often works against them rather than for them but I'll leave them unsaid for now.

<33333

This status quo change was honestly completely unexpected, and frankly, the episode is eons better for it.

Sabine's theme is in a triumphant key now, as she watches the Phantom II leave.

:((((

So! This episode is not nearly as good as the previous one, and it's bit predictable, as I said. It's not bad, though, and it's obviously a necessary one for Sabine's growth and character arc, and the overall Mandalorian arc. I was weirdly a little bored this time? Aside from the cute Sabezra bits and the fact that they were bold enough to change up the status quo by having Sabine stay on Krownest, I really feel like this could have been so much stronger as an episode.

Maybe if we axed one of the fillers and made this a two-parter? Idk.

The episode is still decently entertaining enough and has lots of lovely quality Sabine content for those in fandom whose primary investment is her. She gets to really shine here, and show off how far she's come as a character. Which is great.

I think at the time there was a genuine worry that Sabine was being written out of the show. I know I needed a little bit of time to process the thought of her being absent the next couple episodes. But again, they made a narrative choice and stuck with it and I admire that. So I really can't hate this episode. :)

Of course next time we're at my favorite episode of the season and the whole inspiration for an accidentally giant-ass AU that I wrote. See y'all then!

#star wars #star wars rebels #sabezra #ezra bridger #rebels rewatch #liveblog

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The Devil, The Witch and The Widow

Authors note: This one wasn't super popular on ao3, but it had a decent enough veiws. Thought I'd post it here to see how it does

Summary: Y/ns past comes back to haunt her and affect her relationship with her girlfriends (Nat & Wanda), and an old friend (Matt) steps in to help keep you in line, well as in line as a murderous ninja working for the Kingpin of crime can be kept.

Warnings: angst(happy end), hurt/comfort

Word count: 3513 WandaNat Masterlist Marvel Masterlist

Your heart ached, but as you re read the letter in your grip you knew what you had to do. You had to break up with them, it was the only way to keep them safe. You suck in a shaky breath as you shove the letter into your bag before you sling it onto your shoulder. You manage to fight off your tears as you walk into the living room of your shared apartment, the three of you had opted to rent a place of your own two months into your relationship when you had become serious.

Your girls are in their usual spots for this time of night, cuddled on the sofa watching sitcoms. They both look over to you as you enter, confusion washes over their features when they see your bag.

“Did Fury call you in for a mission?” the older of the two asks

You shake your head, “No. This isn’t an Avengers thing” your voice sounds broken and hollow. Wanda sits up from where she laid on the other womans lap, her brows furrow in concern as she gets a sinking feeling in her stomach.

“Detka(Baby), talk to us please. Tell us what's wrong.” she practically begs, tears threaten to fall from her eyes, she has a feeling she knows what's coming.

She doesn't want to watch you walk out of her life so she’ll do whatever she can so you’ll stay. Being with her girlfriends brought her a sense of safety and happiness. You and Nat were all she ever wanted, she thought you both felt the same but maybe she was wrong. But what changed, why didn’t you want them anymore?

“We’re what's wrong.” you say as you gesture between the three of you, and god what a lie that was but you had to do this.

Natashas face falls as she registers your words, “Did one or both of us do something to upset you babygirl? We can work this out, we can fix this.” she says, her emerald eyes filling with tears.

She hadn’t known what love was, not until you and Wanda showed up in her life and now that she knew what it was she never wanted to let that feeling go. You both made her happy, happier than she ever thought possible and she wanted to keep you both by her side forever. What brought this on so suddenly? Everything was perfect between the three of you, at least she thought it was.

You sigh and run a hand through your hair, “I can’t do this” you mutter, referring to pretending you were unhappy and breaking up with them, but you knew how those words would sound to them.

“I’ll be more open. About my nightmares, my feelings, and my past. Please Y/n, don’t leave.” Natasha tells you as tears fall down her face. The sight of her crying was already painful to watch, but to hear her talk like you leaving was her fault was even more so.

“I’ll talk more about my insecurities, and I’ll work on my overprotectiveness. Please, just stay.” Wanda adds as her bottom lip trembles. Hell this was harder than you imagined, it wasn’t her fault either.

You hated making them feel this way, you wanted nothing more than to just cuddle with them, tell them how happy they made you and how much you love them. But you couldn’t, you had to go. Tears escape your eyes as well now. You turn your body as your head looks to the door, they both see this and the panic of losing you sets in. They stand and make their way towards you.

Wanda grabs your hand, which gets your attention and makes you look at her, “Y/n, please. Whatever has upset you, we can work through it.”

Natasha joins Wanda at your side and grabs your other hand, “Stay, please.”

You reluctantly pull your hands from their grasps, “I-I can’t….I’m sorry.” you croke out as you bolt for the door. You don’t stop or turn around, you quickly hop on your motorcycle intent on heading to Hells Kitchen to stay with the only person capable of helping you in your current situation.

Natasha lets out a sob as she watches you leave. You and Wanda were the only ones to ever love her, for you to leave without giving a reason why or even trying to work things out with them really hurt her. If this was what love was like, maybe she didn’t want it afterall.

Wanda wraps her arms around her girlfriend and cries with her. She had lost people before, but to lose you and have you still be out there possibly finding someone else to be with, it caused a whole other type of pain.

Eventually Wanda drags Nat to the bedroom, intent on snuggling until sleep overtakes them both. But what she sees on the bed makes her heart feel like it got stabbed. On her side of the bed was your favorite t-shirt, she had always stolen it from you to sleep in. On Natashas side of the bed was the pair of sweatpants she always took from you after returning from a long or hard mission, she liked how soft they were. Next to each of those is a sweatshirt of yours for each of the girls, you knew how much they liked wearing them. Both of them put the clothing items on before crawling into bed, god were they really going to miss you. They love you.

You park your bike on the street before heading into the lawyers apartement, you were the only person to have a spare key. “Y/n? I wasn’t expecting you. What's wrong?”

Of course he already knew it was you, “I’m in a rough spot here Matt.”

He walks into the kitchen so you can properly see him, “Talk to me.”

“Fisk sent me a letter. He wants me back Matt, and he said if I decline his offer he would go after my loved ones.” you explain

He nods, “You're dating two Avengers, I think they can handle what Kingpin has to throw their way”

“Maybe so, but that's not the point. I don’t want my presence to endanger them, they've dealt with enough in life already and they don’t need the extra pressure, stress or enemies. Besides, I can’t let him release the dirt he has on me..” you tell him

“You already broke up with them, didn’t you?” he asks, but he already knows the answer

The tears fall freely and openly, you felt like you’d just torn your own heart out, “Yes. I had to protect them, distance myself from them. They won’t like what I have done or what I have to do and I don’t want them associated with this side of me.”

“Ok.” he nods, “What do you need?”

“If I’m going back to Fisk, I need the DareDevil to have my back.”

It's been almost a week since you randomly and suddenly broke up with both your girlfriends and all their attempts to contact you have gone unanswered, you haven't replied to any texts or returned any of the missed calls, they left you voicemails but didn’t know if you were even listening to them. They’re desperate to talk to you, to at least understand why you left if not work things out. So they decide to try to talk to you in person, which is why they’re currently searching the compound for you.

“Hey guys! What brings you here?” Clint asks as he sees them enter the living room

“She hasn’t told you?” Wanda asks, feeling even more hurt that you apparently didn’t find the break up important enough to mention

His brows furrow, “Who? What?”

“Y/n. She broke up with us last week without telling us why or even trying to work things out.” Nat answers

“So we came to talk to her.” Wanda adds as she nervously spins the rings on her fingers

He's both shocked and confused by this, he knew how the three of you felt about each other and he can’t believe you’d leave them, “Guys, Y/n hasn’t been here.”

Wandas brows furrow, “If she's not staying here then where is she staying?”

“I know where she is.” Matt answers from behind them. Normally he would have done as you asked and not tell anyone, but circumstances have changed.

Nats fists clench as she sees him, she knew the two of you had a past of some type together, you weren't very open with what that meant though so it's easy for her to become jealous.

“Where?” Wanda asks, rather bluntly. Obviously the same jealousy was coursing through her

“She's back with Kingpin” he replies

“No. She wouldn’t do that.” Wanda says

“You're lying.” Nat accuses

He shakes his head, “I’m not lying.”

“Ok, I’ll bite. Why’d she go back to working for that slimeball?” Clint asks. Matt stays silent. Which makes your girlfriends, well ex girlfriends, angry.

“I can look into your mind to find the answer you know.” Wanda tells him

“Look, she has her reasons for going back to him. That's all I’ll say.” he answers

Wandas eyes begin to glow red but Nats gentle hand on her shoulder calms her, “Then take us to where she is so we can ask her ourselves.”

“I can’t-” he begins before Wanda cuts him off

“Can’t or won’t?! Why are you being so stubborn about giving us information?” she questions

He sighs, “I can’t because I currently don’t know her location. She hasn’t checked in with me in almost two days” he admits

“What?!” Nat shouts. How was he being so calm about this? It wasn’t like you at all to not check in, no matter who you were working for.

“That's why I’m here, I was going to ask for Clint and Kates help in locating her. To make sure she’s ok.” he says

“You’re taking us instead.” the spy tells him, her tone is firm, a challenge for him to dispute her.

He nods, “Alright, let me go get my other suit on.” he says as his fingers undo his tie

Another few days pass and the three have yet to find you or any sign of where you've been. Chatter on the streets is suspiciously bare when it comes to The Hands dealings. Though Matt won’t admit it to your ex girlfriends and they won't admit it to him, they are extremely worried about you.

“Why won’t you just tell us why she's working for him again, it could help us find her!” Wanda shouts, this is already the fifth time they've had this conversation

“I promise you that information is not relevant to where she currently is.” he answers

“Will the two of you please stop?” Nat pleads

Wanda looks to the woman in confusion, “Doesn't it bother you that he's keeping information from us?”

“Of course it does, but he's a lawyer. He’s not going to break or let anything slip out.” she says. Wanda simply glares at the red clad hero beside her

Suddenly his head perks up, “Wait! Both of you should be quiet for a moment, please.”

They do as they're told and let his senses focus on what they've picked up on. In this case it's a heartbeat, a very familiar one. He smiles and turns to the side in time to sense you hop up onto the rooftop. The girls are so relieved to see you, they want to just hug you and beg you to come home.

“Talk of the town is the Devil brought a witch and widow in to deal with The Hand.” you tease as you walk closer to him

He smirks, “Glad to know I’ve instilled that fear.”

You glare at him as you get closer, “You must have really missed me Matt, why’d you involve them?” you hiss. You try to ignore the way they look at you, with love and want. Like nothing has changed.

“You missed check in.” he states as if it explains why your ex girlfriends, the two people you wanted to keep out of danger, were here looking at you in your Hand uniform

“Yeah, sorry about that. Unexpected business came up, had to travel to Japan.” you state nonchalantly, your gaze never leaving the blind man. He crosses his arms and you know you have to at least acknowledge the existence of the two women, or else he would hit you. You quickly glance at each of them, “Wanda, Natasha. I got your texts and calls, I apologize for not getting back to you. Japan was not a leisure trip, all business.”

“So you’ll talk to us then?” Wanda asks in a hopeful tone

“About everything?” Nat adds

You sigh, “I- there's nothing to talk about.” Matt sucks in air at that, he knows that was the wrong thing to say

“Nothing to talk about!? Y/n you left us, no explanation just gone. You're back with The Hand working for Kingpin, and you disappeared to a foriegn country for nearly a week without telling anyone! I think that's plenty to talk about!” Nat yells. She's angry, hurt and confused

“We just want to understand what changed, we want to know why you don’t want to be with us anymore.” Wanda adds, her voice is small and sad once again

Oh god, what were you supposed to do here, admit the truth to them now after what you've done in Japan or keep the lie going and hurt them even more. You pace slightly as you think about your options. Damn Matt, out of all the Avengers to involve in this he just had to choose them.

You open your mouth, about to say something when your phone rings. You give them an apologetic look before answering, “Sir…yes..of course….I’ll meet Elektra there.” you say before hanging up

“Elektra is back?” Matt questions

You nod, “Yeah, and I have to go meet up with her”

“No. You don’t.” Natasha states as she glares at you

“I really do though. Kingpin said she's expecting me.” you tell her

“And we are expecting answers.” she states

“Matt, get them home. If the witch and the widow are seen in Hells Kitchen again, The Hand has orders to strike.” you say as you turn your back to them

A hand on your wrist stops you from leaving, you turn to find stern emerald eyes staring at you with tears building up in them, “Don’t. Don't leave again.”

Your hands cup her face and you bring your forehead to hers, you can hear her sigh, content to have you close. She missed this, missed you. “Take Wanda and wait at Matts place for me. We’ll talk there ok? I really do have to go.”

“Promise?” she whispers

“Cross my heart. I’ll be there within the next two hours.” you reply. She nods and you let her go, Wandas eyes look from you to Nat, then back to you. You give her a smile, “I’ll see you in a bit.” you say before taking off, you don’t see how happy those words make her

It's almost been two hours now and even though you promised her, Nat had to admit she was nervous you wouldn't show up. Wanda was nervous too, but the way you had smiled at her gave her hope that whatever was going on was fixable. Matt could sense their unease.

“She’ll be here, you don’t have to worry.” he tells them, and if anyone knew it would be him, the equivalent to a human lie detector with the way he can hear heart rates and the intensity of ones breathing

As if on cue the window by the fire escape begins to open from the outside, your form sneaks in. You're back in street clothes now, god did they miss you.

“Sorry for the wait. Business was a bit….difficult tonight.” you tell them, Natasha catches the way your fingers twitch as your right hand moves to cover your bruised left knuckles. She hates that you're back to being one of Fisks thugs.

“Well, I should leave the three of you to talk. I’ll be on patrol if you need me.” he states, heading for the window

“Matt.” you say gaining his attention, “She's waiting for you. Corner of West 42nd street and 10th Avenue.” He smirks before he takes off, leaving you to awkwardly stand in his living room while your exs sit on his sofa.

Wanda nervously twists the rings on her finger, “Sit with us?” she asks, Nat pats the spot between them.

You nod and stiffly sit down. Unsure of what you're willing to admit to, you ramble, “Japan was beautiful. The food was so good, you would've loved it Wan. I saw a small seminar on Bushido, you would've liked it Tasha. It was very informative.”

Wandas hand gabs yours, her thumb gently rubs your sore knuckles, “Why did you go to Japan?”

Your gaze drops to the floor, like it was suddenly the most interesting thing in the world, “Fisk had business to attend, he brought the finest Hand members to accompany him.” you say, omitting multiple key details

“Y/n…” Nat calls out from beside you, urging you to be fully open with them

“The Japanese finger has a new leader. Fisk was asked to attend a meeting with him as a show of good faith, I was chosen to go with him to prove my loyalty to the Hand.” you tell them

“And you went?” Wanda asks, still baffled that you would rejoin them

“I didn’t really have a choice Wan.” you reply

“You could've stayed with us, stayed an Avenger. Instead you went back to your old life and killed someone on foriegn soil, didn’t you?” Natasha asks.

You stiffen at her tone, this was what you wanted to avoid. The casualties of your past life following Fisk, the new sins you carried around on your shoulders. These were things you didn’t talk about with anyone and you hardly let yourself think about them, you knew where that road led. A downward spiral, not that this was any better.

“I did more than that.” you admit as you drop Wandas hand. “This was a mistake, I shouldn’t have told you to come here.”

“Please don’t say that.” Wanda says, “We’re just trying to understand what happened.”

Nat watches your shoulders tense as you breathe deeply, she can tell how stressful all of this is on you. She knows you didn’t like your old life, she knew you had hurt people and hated that, so what could possibly convince you to return? Oh. They could, their happiness, their safety.

“Fisk threatened us, didn’t he?” she asks, grabbing your hand and squeezing it

You close your eyes tight, “Not by name but yes. My loved ones were threatened, as was the release of all my past sins done on Fisks command.” you admit

Wand hugs you, “Then you still love us?”

“Of course I do. I could never stop, the two of you mean everything to me and I couldt let him hurt you.” you tell her as you snake an arm around her, holding her close

Natasha shakes her head, “I’m the worlds greatest assassin and she's literally more powerful than the sorcerer supreme. I think we can handle some ninjas and whoever else Fisk has employed.”

“I didn’t want to risk it or have you guys deal with that, enough has happened to the two of you.” you tell her

“Losing our beloved girlfriend was only going to add to that detka(baby).” Wanda says

“I-I didn’t think about that…I just didn’t want either of you getting hurt because of me. And I didn’t want you hating me once you found out what I did for him years ago.” you admit

The Russian hugs you, “We could never hate you.”

“We love you so much.” the Sokovian adds

“Wanda and I have both done things we aren’t proud of. Me for the Red Room, her for Hydra. Whatever you did for The Hand doesn't affect our feelings for you. It doesn't change anything about the you we met, the you that joined the Avengers, the you we fell in love with.” Nat states

“You didn’t judge us by our worst mistakes. We would never judge you by yours.” Wanda tells you

“We miss you. Please come back home with us?” Nat asks, you can sense the hope and vulnerability in her voice

“We can take on whatever Kingpin throws our way as long as we’re together.” Wanda adds

You nod as tears well up in your eyes, “I missed you both too. Let's go home.”

“Fisk doesn't stand a chance now.” Matt says, scaring all three of you as he helps Elektra through his window, “I got my girl, you guys got yours.”

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self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 2 years

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 01x12

Faith

“Isn’t this the one with the old hitler dude?” “1000 volts?” 🎶water and electricity don’t mix🎶 “I mean I guess they can if that’s your flavor”

“I love how the kids are happy to see them, but they were pointing guns at them and have no idea who the brothers are.” “I thought you zapped his ass? I guess you missed.” “delicious” “we could use him for a Dean Deli Meat Sandwich” “The insurance question would be in the Billing Department.” “Wasn’t Jensen actually on Daytime TV? That’s funny” “Doesn’t Daddy make a deal with the devil in this episode?” “Just taking a guess - we’re episode 12 of 28000000000. I don’t think dean is going to die.” “Fuck those doctors. They don’t know anything, apparently.”

Laughed at Dean saying why he wouldn’t die in the hospital

“Oh it’s this fkn episode.” “That was so fake. The protestors wouldn’t be that compliant with the cop” “Was he talking about the mother or the daughter?” “I can’t remember what they called this thing - was it a reaper or was it involved somehow or something?” babygirl in his hoodie and eyeliner

The Lord picked Dean! “That’s kinda funny.”

“So Chuck is God but who is the Lord they’re talking about?” 🎶too many Jesus drugs🎶

“Haha”

“So I don’t really understand Dean’s aversion. He can’t just take the faith healer? I can understand wanting to investigate, but why does he have to be all “FUCK THIS.”?” Because Dean is the Righteous Man!

“Yeah, I can go along with the fact that Dean has an important job to do.” “That lady has a really good frowny face.” “You’re at a place where everyone is seeking healing so you start the sentence with I have this thing…” “How was Sam supposed to know?” “Sam has a really annoying pouty face.” “Oh ok. It is a reaper.” “Is he just going through a box of tarot cards?” “Does Sam just have a random pack of tarot cards in the back of his pocket? Also, I like that artwork so we should find that set.” “That was so cheesy.” When the brothers talked to the protestor

“I don’t think you get that lucky finding a book like that, because any reasonable person would have noticed that layer of dust and wiped it off.” “Why would she remotely even consider you, Dean? I know she doesn’t but dude” 🎶can’t stop the reaper🎶 “except when your name is Dean Winchester and you can do whatever the fuck you want.” “I don’t think they figured out that it’s the wife yet. Oh wait. Dean gets lucky and sees its the wife.” “Every time Dean talks to cops, he makes that smirk.” “A priest who went dark side?” “Seriously dark stuff. Bones and blood.” “They haven’t seen shit at this point to think bones and blood are dark shit.” “coptic cross?” We googled the cross shape and its history

“Dean smartassing the cops - funny as fuck” “I love how Sam is trying to sneak around, but he’s standing in the spotlight the whole time. I know it’s movie magic but still” “sex dungeon” “Ok. Maybe not a sex dungeon” “Did they ever show the piano player? They only play that kind of music when we see the preacher man.” “delicious” “Did they ever explain how she captured the reaper? Was the reaper already captured or was it recaptured through the new ritual? How did she know? You have to be dying to see a reaper.” “Way to doubt yourself now, asshole.” 🎶you got her killed…kinda🎶

“So the lady died of a stroke and Roy had cancer that took his eyesight.” “I mean, that is what they try to tell you in church, anyway.” groaned “oh my god” to god working in mysterious ways

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural #supernatural s1 #supernatural rewatch

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callme-barnes · 3 years

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Besitos

*Pictures are not mine*

Summary: Demons can be fun, at least you know you can be. When you go out to claim a soul as yours, Bucky finds you and it only adds on to the fun.

Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Demon!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUT (Demon!Bucky is a sin), oral sex (f! receiving), rough sex, slight daddy kink, blood kink (if you squint), talk of religion (not much), dirty talk

IF YOU ARE A MINOR PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT! THIS WORK IS FOR THOSE 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Again, this work is 18+ only!. Do not repost my work anywhere! This is a one-shot based off of a series I really want to put out at some point. I've been having a tough go of it and this work Ade me feel better to write. Please do not judge my smut writing as I am still pretty new to it. All mistakes are mine. But otherwise please enjoy and feel free to interact with me if you liked it! Enjoy ladies & gents!

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Y/N watched from the comfort of a dark corner at the bar at all the bodies dancing underneath the strobe lights of the club. It had hit its peak at about 1 in the morning, and it was the right time for you to strike the target you had come here to find.

His name was John, a pretty good looking man by human standards. Tall, dark and handsome as you once would’ve described him. Had a beautiful pregnant fiance at home by the name of Lily who was ready to give birth to a handsome baby boy any day now by what you could gather from Lily’s pleas for help. You had overheard her one night, crying herself to sleep as she prayed to God to help her make sense of her situation. She was stuck at home, waiting for a man who would go out and have fun with his friends. And other women.

She had prayed for clarity, safety and a change of heart for him. And strength and courage for herself. To be able to keep her fiance and to change what was wrong with her. Of course nothing was wrong with Lily. She was pregnant, ready to burst at any second. She was bringing a life into this world, risking her body and her health and for what? For a man who refused to change his way of life because that’s what he had grown accustomed to? Or in his words, “To be a slave to a family?”

You had found yourself in that situation once, praying to God for a man that couldn’t give a shit less if you had dropped dead. As long as he maintained his freedom and habits all was well. Instead the man you had grown to love had left you for a cute petite brunette, claiming you had been smothering him with your “jealousy” and your “excessive” calls when you only wanted to be with him.

Your praying touched upon deaf ears of course and it was then that you realized no one was out there to protect you. You were on your own to deal with the hardships of your life.

Until you met him. James Barnes.

He had been your savior when you were ready to give up all hope. Bucky, as you’ve grown to call him, had given you strength and a new life. A life devoted to taking what you wanted and not being sorry about it. A life devoted to him. But that was a tale for another time.

That’s how you ended up appearing to the poor young woman. Sat in her bed, in pain both physically and emotionally. You had appeared before her dressed in a beautiful black dress, the slit high up your thigh and a pair of your favorite black stilettos. She had been scared. As she should have been. Your power emanated before her, putting her in a trance before you disappeared into the shadows, sending her a small devilish grin.

You set your plan into motion when you saw him headed for the restroom area. He was intoxicated beyond his logical mind, which was just the way you liked them. Downing the remainder of your drink, you made your way to the back area, the sea of people splitting as you walked past them making a direct walkway to your destination. When you stood in front of the mens room, those who waited in line stared with hunger. Intensity. Desire. Your hand reached out to touch one of their gawking faces before sending him a wink and walking in after John. The light cheering on the other end of the door made you smile as you locked it behind you and walked towards the sink counter. You perched yourself on top of it, the red lights casting a hellish glow across your skin.

The stall door opened and you felt your insides twist in anticipation as John walked out, his eyes blinking to focus and his hands holding onto the wall for stability and guidance.

Showtime.

You watched as John made his way to the sinks before finally realizing he wasn’t alone, stopping just a foot in front of you. Your leg shifting up to cross over your other, the slit in your dress falling to either side to give him a nice little peek of your ass.

“Hey there handsome”

You were laying it on thick sure, but you weren’t going to lie, you were excited for this one. It hit a little too close to home for you and you were practically bursting open at the seams.

“Who...who are you?”

“I’ve been watching you all night you know. Trying to muster up the courage to approach you and talk to you”

He almost immediately dropped his guard, his vibrations shifting from reserved to open and ready. Good.

“Well hot stuff here we are. And you found me, here all vulnerable. Naughty girl”

You smiled at him as you stood up, your heels clicking on the tile as you reached over to grab his shirt and pull him close to you, pressing your body up against his own.

“Oh I can be very naughty”, you said and leaned up to kiss him. Your tongue slithered against his own, your pace slow waiting for him to respond. Which he did and quickly. His hands reached out to rest on your ass, his hands squeezing and bringing you in to rub against the hard on he was sporting. You sent him a small moan in response, obviously fake but that only spurred him on further.

His hands reached down to just underneath your ass before you pushed away from him and moved to perch yourself back up on the counter making sure to make a show of opening your legs to invite him in.

“I’ve been really lonely. I haven’t had a man in so long baby”

He was entranced by you, his focus resting on your open thighs and practically foaming at the mouth.

“You know how hard it is to find a single honest man in this city? I noticed you weren’t wearing a ring and you came here by yourself. Are you lonely too?”

This was it, the opportunity for your prey to make amends. You weren’t completely heartless, you had been human once. You had made mistakes too, so you always gave them a chance. Yet 99% of the time, they failed. So you got a chance to have some fun. Your eye contact didn’t falter as you ran your hand down between the valley of your breasts, the other trailing up to reveal the lacy thong you were wearing.

“Fuck...yes I’m....I’m so lonely”

There it was. The opportunity you were looking forward to because let's face it you knew this piece of shit was too set in his ways to repent. You sent him a smile as your fingers began to rub at yourself over your panties, letting out a small moan to coax him in.

“You wanna fuck me? It’s been so long since I’ve had a real man fuck me good”

He closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath before walking over and settling himself between your open legs, his hands grasping at your thighs, “Fuck me Johnny boy”

You moved up to kiss him again, this time more aggressively as your innocent facade began to slip away.

“Now I know there’s a God”

You stopped yourself from laughing or scoffing as your hands moved down to rub at his cock through his jeans, watching him as he tore his lip open with how hard he was biting down and you leaned up, making sure you pressed your body against him to give him one last little feel, moving your lips to his ear

“No God here John. Only me”

As you made your way to unbuckle his pants he hesitated a bit and you leaned back “What’s wrong baby? I thought you wanted to fuck me? Don’t you want to?”

“Yes I...fuck I do. Did you ask my friends my name? I don’t think I ever got yours?”

You watched a shadow move from behind John and before you could respond you saw him. Coming out of the shadows looking as handsome as the devil himself. Bucky.

“What does it matter? Don’t you just want to get inside me?”

As you spoke you made eye contact with Bucky from behind John’s shoulders as you leaned back and opened your legs up to give him a view. You smirked to yourself as Bucky’s demeanor changed and before John could get another word out you watched his eyes widen in fear, finally catching onto Bucky in the mirror’s reflection but by then it was too late. Bucky’s hand had reached into John’s back and grabbed onto his heart, squeezing tight before John collapsed lifeless onto the floor.

You watched him, standing up and looking down at him before shifting to Bucky with a smile, “That was my soul to take”

Bucky watched you, his eyes darkening in discontent “I really wish you’d keep your hands to yourself when taking your souls babygirl”

You leaned against the counter and shrugged, “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, how else would I get you all riled up and angry?”

Bucky was in front of you in a blink, his hand wrapping around your throat as he pressed himself up against you. The proximity of the man in front of you made you melt, your body immediately submitting to him as he stared at you. If you had a soul you were sure he’d be looking into it.

“Is that what it is? You like when I’m angry and jealous?”

You fluttered your eyelashes at him, “You’ve been so busy baby. I’ve had to fill the void with what I could take”

That didn’t make him loosen his hold or react, he just kept staring at you as if to say it was your move now and who were you if not an amazing actress.

“We both know I belong to you. And I wouldn’t want to fuck anyone else but you”

You moved your hand to grab onto his own that was pressed against your neck, leaning down to take two of his fingers into your mouth and began sucking on them. Bucky’s chest rumbled with a growl as he stood before you mesmerized, his dick twitching against his black dress pants he had on.

“I brought us an audience daddy,” you said when you pulled away from his hand a small trail of spit following your lips “You know how much I love it when people hear us fucking. It gets me so wet just thinking about all those guys out there wanting to get in my panties while my one and only is fucking me stupid”

That had done it for him, he slammed you against the mirror behind you causing it to break and fall around you as he took your lips in his, kissing you sloppy and animalistic. You let out a moan and a smile in victory, pressing your body into him not caring if you cut your hand on the shards that surrounded you. Bucky grabbed onto the point where your dress slit ended on your hip and tore the fabric open, making you gasp “This is my favorite dress”

“I’ll buy you another”

His growl tore through you, going straight to your aching core causing you to begin grinding against his dick for some relief. You reached your hand up to lick the trail of blood from your hand that was cut open making a show of it, your tongue trailing against your finger before motioning for him to get close. You pulled him into you and kissed him, hearing him moan into your mouth as you shamelessly continued grinding against him

“I want your dick daddy. Fuck I want it so bad. Need you to fuck me please. My pussy is so wet for you”

Bucky reached down and tore your panties from your body, his fingers trailing along your slit and gathering your wetness onto his fingers before slipping them into his mouth, moaning in response “Fuck you know just how to get me going little one. Want me to eat you out you little minx? Do you want to come on my tongue?”

You whined as you nodded and lifted your legs, your heels propping themselves up onto the counter to open up for him “Please. Want to cum on your tongue daddy. Make me cum please”

Bucky kneeled down in front of your open thighs and wasted no time as he leaned in and began to lick at every crevice he could reach and even some you didn’t know he could reach. His tongue worked from your entrance all the way up to your clit, making quick work of it. You moaned out obscenely, your hand reaching down to grip his hair and pressing him further into you as you grind your pussy down onto his face. You pleaded and moaned louder as he sucked and licked at you, your heels falling onto his back and digging into his skin. He hissed in response but otherwise kept at it, licking and sucking and repeating until you felt that familiar twist in your stomach.

“Oh fuck...yes please. Please give it to me, make me cum for you daddy. Shit yes!”

You made sure to be as loud as you wanted knowing the audience that had gathered on the other side of the restroom door. Bucky hit that one spot on your clit over and over again, causing your toes to curl in your heels and your back to arch up dramatically. Your eyes rolled up as you came loud and hard, your body convulsing and your thighs squeezing his head as he continued to suck. You attempted to push him away as you felt your body become too sensitive which only caused him to pin you down harder on the counter as he continued

“I...I can’t. Wait….oh fuck”

But he was a demon possessed as he kept going before you felt yourself come again, harder this time as you gripped onto the sink the pressure causing you to snap one of the handles clean off. You felt your release flow out of you as Bucky pulled away and wiped his lips with the back of his hand “Shit I love it when you do that for me”

His shirt was wet with your orgasm and he sent you a smirk as he undid his pants, bringing his cock out as he stroked it. You watched him in awe as you smiled at him, your eyes just as black as his as he reached over to pick you up and slammed you against the nearest wall. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his hips to bring him close, feeling his cock hard against your core.

“Fuck me. My pussy wants you so bad”

Bucky smirked at you before lining himself up and pushing into you fully in one thrust. You let your head rest back against the wall, unable to form a sound when you tried to moan before he began to slam up into you. He fucked you like an animal, all teeth and hands and no emotion. The air of authority fell off of him and made you moan and squeal every time he slid past that spot inside of you. Your nails made work, scratching at his neck when you tried to hold on, at his back causing his shirt to rip open and at the upper part of his ass so you could bring him closer to you.

“I want another out of you little one. I want you to cum all over my dick before I cum inside of this tight pussy you understand me? You gonna do that for me baby? Gonna….shit, gonna give me another one?”

“Oh fuck yes daddy I’ll do it. Anything for you, anything”

He pounded into you at a relentless pace, the vibrations coming off of the two of you causing the lights to flicker in small space and the doors to the stalls to shake on the hinges. When you felt your third orgasm coming you leaned in to kiss him and bite at his bottom lip roughly. You graced him with the most pornographic sounds you had in you, urging him on before you came, your walls gripping onto him like a vice not wanting to let him go. Bucky groaned and let his head fall back before he gripped your hips and began to take full control, using his strength to pull you down on him harder to get into you deeper. The force caused you to slam against the tile wall as you held onto him for salvation.

“Talk to me baby” he said as he used a hand to grab your jaw and made you look at him, “You know how much I love hearing you talk filthy to me”

Your walls spasmed around him as you felt what could have been another orgasm coming as you kept eye contact with him

“Oh daddy, I want you to come inside me. Want you to fill me completely with your cum. I want to be able to feel you inside of me for days. Please give it to me, please cum for me. You make me feel so good baby. Give it to me, fuck give it to me”

Your words drove him to the edge, his hips stuttering as he pushed into you again and he spilled himself inside of you, his orgasm also spurring on another of your own. Bucky’s hands grabbed onto you and pulled you in tightly as he rode out his release into you, pulling out slowly and pushing any cum that was slipping out back into you. You had a dumb smile on your face and you kissed him and pulled away.

“Want to finish this somewhere a little more private?”

Bucky listened to you finally hearing the cheers on the other side of the door and he smirked to himself as he leaned in to kiss you once again and set you on your feet so he could adjust himself, “You really are a bad girl”

You hummed in response as you looked in the mirror and fixed your eyeliner a bit, stepping over the dead body on the floor and you looked down “Almost forgot he was in here”

Bucky chuckled to himself and moved to take a hold of your waist. “What did this poor bastard do?”

“He has a pregnant fiance at home. Figured someone should teach him about consequences so he could use it in his next lifetime”

Bucky let out a deep but loud laugh as he squeezed you to him, “Let’s get outta here”

You smiled as you moved to unlock the bathroom door and allowed it to open a bit before walking back to Bucky and shifting out of the bathroom. You stood right outside and when you heard screaming and commotion you grinned in delight before walking towards Bucky who was waiting for you.

“Thank you”

You leaned up to kiss his cheek and looked down at you with admiration, “What for little one?”

“For blessing me with a new life worth living”

Bucky smiled as you both made your way down the busy street, ignoring the looks you got at your obvious physical state. His lips kissed your temple and he pulled you closer into him, “You deserve it. Now, my place or yours?”

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #james buchanan barnes smut #james buchanan barnes imagine #demon!bucky #demon!reader #marvel smut #bucky barnes #dark fic #demon smut

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animehideout · 3 years

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Hi! Love your writing! (◔‿◔) And I wanted to ask if you could do a reaction where the Tokyo Revengers boys (Mikey, Draken, Baji and Chifuyu. You can put anyone else if you want.) Where their s/o is similar to Nezuko from Demon Slayer. You don't have to do it but if you do, thank you! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

A/n : thank you so much for requesting. This is the first request so I really hope you enjoy it ❣️.

Nezuko is so cute, innocent and small yet so caring and strong. She takes a good care of her family and friends.

Tokyo revengers boys reaction to s/o similar to Nezuko.

Draken:

• You know how big and tall Draken is. So having a small cuddly s\o would make him really protective of you.

• He thinks that your height is super cute comparing to him.

• He likes to rest his arm on the top of your head to tease you and see your cute pouty face.

• Draken is a tough guy feared by many but when he’s with you, he tends to be childlike.

• He has a soft spot for you, he cherishes you the most. Likes to cuddle with you anytime, anywhere the most important thing is you being protected in his embrace.

• Sometimes you catch him staring at you with heart eyes, there’s something about you that’s charming.

• He likes your skin, he always tells you that your skin is soft like marshmallow. He leaves sweet kisses all over you arm, shoulders up to your face.

• He also admires your caring and motherly side. You take a good care of him especially when he’s injured or just exhausted after a fight.

•He likes to call you kitten or babygirl.

• He likes giving you backhugs , his hands travelling to rub your stomach.

• Wants to marry you as soon as possible.

Mikey:

• The cutest couple to ever exist.

Both of you goof around a lot.

• Mikey has a lot of enemies so expect him to be extremely protective.

• He's aware of how strong you actually are and that you can protect yourself, but he can’t help it because he sees you as a soft delicate young lady.

• Another thing he appreciates about you is how attentive and thoughtful you are .

•You remember small details about him like his favorite snack his favorite food , his favorite type of motorcycles…

• You treat him very well, and you’re the only one that can take the burden off of his shoulders.

• Both of you are always sleepy especially after eating. Most of the time you spend your date at home taking a nap after eating a lot of delicious food.

• Both of you would sleep in each other’s arms . warm and nice ( imagine cuddling with Mikey uwu ).

• He likes to call you lowkey cheesy names like sweet cupcake or honey ( hopeless romantic ).

• Mikey loves pecking your lips. They’re pouty and adorable which makes him want to taste them.

• Trust me both of you are just made for each other.

Baji:

• This man loves how determined and committed you are.

• He admires the fact that despite your small and delicate figure you’re in fact a strong powerful woman.

• He just brags about having you as his s\o.

• He lives for your duality. He loves your soft side as much as your sharp side.

• Sometimes he teases you and tries to make you angry just so he can enjoy you cute angry face.

• It drives him crazy when you act protective of him and sometimes it turns him on. He thinks it’s hot.

• Baji forgets to take care of himself sometimes ( doesn’t get enough sleep , skips meals , gets injured ..) he sometimes does that on purpose so you can take care of him.

• He knows how responsible you are, so he enjoys himself when you shower him with your acts of services.

•He loves it when you offer to give him a massage , he melts under your touches, and he always tells you that you have magical hands that are able to take all the pain away.

• When you’re in your badass mode he likes to tease you and call you ‘my little devil ’ however when you’re being all cuddly and goofy which is 98% of the time he calls you ‘love or darling' .

• He loves kissing your neck and likes poking your sides he thinks it’s cute and funny when you jump because you’re a ticklish baby uwu.

Chifuyu:

• This soft boy omg.

• Chifuyu loves everything about you. He always tells you how flawless you are.

• Everyone calls you the vanilla duo.

• He appreciates your selfless and considerate nature.

•You’re just so caring and ready to sacrifice yourself just for your family and friends.

• He’s really grateful of the small acts that you do to please him.

• You always leave cute little notes for him, it just makes his whole day.

• He believes that you’re an angel who was sent to make him the happiest.

• He praises you a lot, he tells you how beautiful, strong and special you are.

• You’re just different and unique in his eyes.

• This man LOVES your hair . his face is always buried in your hair inhaling the delicious smell.

•He makes cute comments like “ babe your hair always smells really good it smells like candy” “I can stay like this forever” “did you change your shampoo?” . he pays attention to the smallest details.

• He loves kissing your cheeks and booping your nose.

• He often calls you cute pet names like princess , babe , sweetheart .

• Aah he’s so romantic.

Note : gifs are not mine, credits to the owner.

#tokyo revengers mikey #tokyo revengers draken #tokyo revengers baji #tokyo revengers chifuyu #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #Tokyo revengers Masterlist #baji x reader #draken x reader #mikey headcanons #keisuke baji imagines #tokyo revengers reactions #tokyo revengers imagines #chifuyu headcanons #chifuyu x reader

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thesilentgirlfromyourclass · 3 years

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Gangsta - B.Chan

Genre: mafia au, angst

Warnings: mentions of killing, Chan is an asshole (I'm sorry, Channie), reader is being manipulated, dark themes

Word count: 573 words

Now playing: Gangsta by Kehlani

I need a gangsta

to love me better

than all the others do,

To always forgive me,

ride or die with me,

That's just what gangsters do.

"I warned you, babygirl." he bend over and said in my ear almost like a whisper "Once you mess with me, there's no turning back. Do you get it?" I couldn't do anything beside shaking and crying. I was in this situation because of this stupid thing called "love". If only I listened to the people around me and never agreed on going on a date with him. My mum used to say that I should use my brain before doing something but I never really believed her. I thought that she was trying to take away the fun part of live from me.

I met the devil in human form who introduced himself as Christopher Bang Chan a year ago. I witnessed something that I wished I didn't. I saw how Christopher beat to death a boy while two of his men were holding the poor guy. I didn't mean to expose myself, but when I heard a loud bang and then there was blood everywhere, I couldn't stop myself from yelping. I remember how he turned his head in my direction and in a matter of seconds he was holding my arm tight. "Who are you and what are you doing here?" he asked me. I was scared and I begged for mercy. In that moment of weakness he saw in me the perfect toy to play with, somebody to listen to his orders and not a real lover. "Don't worry you are way too beautiful to be killed. Maybe if you go out with me I would let you live, hmm?" That was it. To have a rich mafia boyfriend sounded tempting, just like in the movies. He would love me and spoil me, and I would be his whole world. I was naive, stupid, blinded. "The only thing you should know is that you can't escape from me." he added and his voice was low, and flirty, and seductive, who could guess how serious he actually was.

"Chan, please. L-let me-" he hushed me gently and caressed my hair. "You know what the only way to do this is, don't you? You know way too much about me. Do you really want it?" Chris pouted while watching me, all tied up on a chair. I immediatelly shook my head. It was all because I realized how toxic all of our "romance" was. He was manipullating me, using me and humilliating my weak self when I refused to do the things he made me. I wanted to escape this prison, but it was impossible. "Good. I hate seeing you like this. If you promise me to behave again, I will promise you to give you the world. I can buy you a nice dress, then we will go on a date and who knows what will happen after that. Oh, and we will forget this, like it never happened. How does this sound?" he asked while running his fingertips over my shoulders and arms. I hesitated but I knew that I was a coward, way too afraid of death, and I would do anything in order to live even if it was dancing with the devil himself. "O-okay." I answered his question. He smirked and mumbled under his breath "That's what you get when you don't believe the rumors." but I heard him clearly. Perhaps one day I will gather the courage to get my freedom back, just not now.

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AN: Soo this is my first post here, I hope you like it, feel free to give me feedback or request an imagine, stay healthy and hydrated y'all, xoxo

#Stray kids #Stray kids bang chan #Mafia au #Stray kids mafia au #Angst #Stray kids imagines #Bang chan scenarios #Stray kids angst #Bang chan angst #Christopher bang #Chan mafia au #Chan angst #Stray kids smut #Stray kids fluff #Imagines #Requests are open

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years

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be my baby;

full masterlist

Pairings: bucky barnes x camgirl!reader (modern au)

Word count: 1,834

Warning: SMUT. sexy times, cuss words, masturbation, (female & male). MUST BE 18+

Summary: you were a camgirl and bucky barnes was your favorite regular client. what happens when you realized you were catching feelings?

a/n: this one’s written for @candy-and-writing‘s 1000 followers writing challenge. congrats girl! i chose the prompt “you’re fucking beautiful.”

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The screen of your laptop lit up, illuminating the dimmed room you were unchaperoned in. The ringing tone reverberated, waiting for you to accept the call, and the familiar face and those sapphire blue eyes emerged.

"Hey there, handsome." You coquettishly whispered.

"Hey, baby. You ready to make daddy feel good tonight?"

"Yes, daddy. I’m always ready for you." You writhed for the man on the screen.

Bucky had been one of your regular clients for three months now and he was irrefutably your favourite. Those hypnotizing blue eyes and that deep gravel voice, especially when he went into the full commanding mode, mandating you to please him; that smug look on his face when he triumphantly made you roll your eyes to the back of your head, and the way his gentle words would soothe you afterwards made you wish he was right there in the same room as you instead of being linked by internet access. Sometimes you'd think that you were falling for the man, but the stringent voice in your head would quickly clear those daydreams away saying, "no! you gotta be professional. He probably has a girlfriend or a wife in real life." (and you swear you didn't hear your heart fracturing at the thought)

"Good girl. Always so obedient for daddy, huh?" you nodded. "Now take off that bra and those panties, then lean back and spread your legs wide for me."

"Yes, daddy," you followed his orders; spreading your legs wide, putting each on the sides of your laptop, giving him a full display of your glistening cunt.

"Such a pretty cunt. Now, rub that clit for me, c'mon."

You slowly slid your fingers down from your bare chest, to your belly and then to the spot that he wanted you to touch. You made a circling motion on the sensitive bundle of nerves. You shut your eyes as you let yourself relish the pleasure. You whimpered with your mouth open and bit your lip to suppress it.

"Play with your tits baby." Your other hand move to your breast and you groped the globe and then you pinched the nipple. "Yeah, just like that. God, you're so fucking beautiful." You moaned at the piquant sting, and you rubbed your clit more furiously as you felt yourself getting more soaked. You felt the familiar bubble forming in your abdomen ready to burst in seconds.

"Can I cum daddy, please?" You whined as you kept playing with your breast and fingers nudging the bud.

"Not yet babygirl, now insert two fingers inside that cunt."

You did as he said, and shoved two digits through your tight entrance and you moved them in and out as you felt your fingers getting drenched, the squelching sounds elevated the eroticism in the scene.

"Keep one hand on your sexy tits baby, yeah fuck that cunt for me."

As you shut your eyes once more, trying to focus on stroking the spot that pushes you to the edge every time, you heard the sound of him unzipping his pants, and he pulled down his boxer to his thighs, just enough to let his massive cock spring free.

His fingers circled around his shaft, pumping himself up and down, as he kept his sight fixated on you, watching every movement you make, the way your face contorted in pleasure and your brows furrowed, and euphonious sounds escaping your lips, it riled his cock more and more, getting it as hard and as stiff as a rock.

"Goddamnit, you're so fucking gorgeous." He grunted through his ragged breathing. "Think of my giant cock destroying that cunt, using you like the dirty little slut you are." His words caused shivers cascading your spine, as you envisioned being pinned underneath him with you ass up in the air and your face squeezed to the pillow.

You squirmed as your cries grew an octave higher, picturing his hands wrapped around your throat as he pounded into you vigorously from behind, not giving you any mercy or repose.

"Gonna fuck you until you're braindead until you can't do anything else but beg for my cock to make you cum like a whore." You picked up the pace, shoving your fingers relentlessly and thrashed around on the sheets.

You felt yourself clenching around your own digits, the tightening coil was seconds away into plummeting you into bliss. "Oh god, please, I'm so close daddy, please!" You pleaded through your ragged breathing as you arched your back.

"Beg louder, baby."

"I need to cum now, daddy! Please!" Your heart pounded against your ribcage, a common aftereffect from your sessions with Bucky.

"Attagirl. Cum for me babygirl, show me what a dirty little whore you are for me."

A few more vehement onslaughts and your abdomen convulsed. Your orgasm erupted, clouding your brain with euphoria, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Your body shook as your cries echoed on the walls of your room.

Bucky was still running his hand up and down, reaching his own impending climax. He felt his cock twitching and in a few more pumps, he shot out ribbons of his thick load all over his stomach. He growled as he envisioned painting your womb white with his seed, burying himself deep inside you until every last drop was stored.

He threw his head back and cussed in front of the camera. It was truly a magnificent sight. Man, Bucky knew what he signed up for in the first place and that every girl on this website would keep it strictly professional and online but, the number of times he’d fantasized about taking you on a date to a nice restaurant and then bring you home afterwards to fuck you against the bathroom wall or in front of the mirror all night long would easily give you a reason to kick him out or conclude any sexual engagements with him in the future. Bucky was too madly infatuated with you to risk it.

You were the only thing he looked forward to after a long, dull day at work. You had an edge around you that just pulled him in like a magnet, once he had a taste of you, he was addicted. And he hadn’t even physically tasted you yet. God, he could imagine just how sweet you would taste on his tongue. But you were also capable of being the ideal submissive that he desired. Those doe eyes looking at him through the lens and the way you’d bite your lip innocently, teasing him like the devil. It drove him nuts. And he only longed for more.

Bucky always thought that he wasn’t the type to settle down in a relationship but, if he were, you would exactly be the type of girl that could make him change his mind. Sometimes within the one-hour sessions that he had with you, he would tell you about his day and get all the tension of his chest to you and you would be an excellent listener, always paying attention to every word and never failed to making relieve him of the stress. Along the way, you both felt like you had known each other better than most people that you interacted with in real lives.

Was he catching feelings for you? No, no, no, for fuck’s sake, get it together, Barnes! She only saw you as another of her client!

The thought of you exposing every inch of your body to other men and women caused an extreme detestation in him and it was bugging the hell out of him.

“You did good, babygirl.”

“Thank you, daddy. Do you feel good?”

“Absolutely.” His smile was warm, a contrast to the one that would show when he was tormenting you.

“Do you wanna talk about your day, daddy?”

“Nothing new. Just another boring day at the job.”

“Well, at least mine is the complete opposite.” You winked at him.

He chuckled, amused by your witty remark. Then it was quiet for a few seconds.

“Babygirl, I’ve been thinking…”

“Yeah? What is that, daddy?”

“I know I agreed that we’d keep it strictly professional but, goddamnit, I can’t get you out of my mind for the last few months now. And you’re just… God, you’re fucking amazing. So I was wondering, would you like to meet up? I’ll take you on a nice date, and I’ll pick you up wherever you are.”

You were tongue-tied. You’d always thought that Bucky was never interested to see you in person. You always wondered about him, composing fiction in your head, every night before you drift into a deep slumber, based on all the data that he decided to share with you. You always imagined about kissing him, being on your knees for him as you wrapped your lips around his manhood, and using your body like a ragdoll. Because that’s the only place where you could touch him and feel him.

And now here he was, asking you if you were interested in meeting him in person and go on a date with him. You know that when you first applied for this job, you vowed to yourself that you’d keep it strictly professional and that you’d never let your feelings defeat your common sense. But those oaths were disrupted since the day this job introduced you to Bucky.

You couldn’t decide whether you were grateful or woeful for that.

But now you knew that it was the former. Because everything you had dreamt of for the last three months came true and you were bubbling with joy. You were ecstatic, like a girl who had just been asked by her crush to go to prom with him.

“Yes, yes daddy! I wanna go on a date with you.”

“You serious?” His expression was elated.

“Yes! I’d love to know you more, daddy.”

“Oh man, I should’ve been more prepared, so… How about you give me your number and text me your address later? This Saturday, 8 PM. Sounds good?”

“Yes, daddy. It does.”

“Alright. God, I can't fucking wait to see that beautiful face in person… Oh and by the way, you don’t have to call me daddy when we’re not getting each other off, baby. You can call me Bucky. I love to hear the sound of my name rolling off your tongue.”

“Okay, Bucky.”

You exchanged number before you ended the session and you instantly texted your address. What an odd coincidence it is that you both lived in New York. He worked at Wall Street and he reminded you that he was going to be at your front door at 8 PM this Saturday. You were jittery, anticipating for the weekend. You didn’t know if he was going to be as wonderful as he seemed to be in real life or if the date would lead to something more between you, but one thing that you knew for sure was that you certainly needed to shop for a new dress.

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Dusk til’ Dawn

Prologue: The Queen saved the King

Paring: Kim Taehyung x Reader

Mafia Au Series

Warning: SMUT, literally porn on paper 😗, lots of fluff, violence, gang, bratty!reader, dom!tae, daddy!tae, daddy kink, babygirl kink, punishment, bigdick!tae, rough sex, make up sex, lots of after care, pregnancy kink, oral!sex, deep throating and everything in between🤧

Warning in this chapter: just blood, wounds and guns, well a gun

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary:

Kim Taehyung, Now a feared and well known crimes boss but not was he always the man that he is today, searching for the women that saved him on the day that changed his life forever. Willing to sacrifice everything to find the women that could tame him.

One day after 5 years she shows up in his night club, will he be able to hold himself back from taking her and claiming her as his queen or will he do what he do everything in his power to make her his?

A/N: Hi, this is the first chapter that I’m releasing and it’s basically the prologue of how they met, hope you guys like it, if you want to be tagged please tell me and don’t forget to leave some feedback. Also I might be releasing chapter 1 tonight or early tmr, I just need to read though it for mistakes. Much love 💕😗 -B

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Five Years Ago

The sound of police sirens roams the city, as darkness and fog rain down on Seoul city. Helicopters roaring the skies and the bad guy trying to hide. Kim Taehyung, A man being tracked down by polices and rival gangs from a exchange gone wrong, blood spewing from his stomach and bruises on his face as he runs through the alley. The only thing in his mind right now is to survive the night and make it make it back home alive, or at least die trying.

He keeps running and running for his life as he hears footsteps behind him like the devil is chasing me to take away his life and drag him to hell but he isn’t ready to die yet! Not just yet. He still has a lot more things to accomplish and until he does that not even the devil himself can drag him to hell.

The cut in his stomach is deep and the pain his unbearable but he has to keep it up and there’s no stopping cause if he’s stops he’ll get caught like a mouse in a trap. But he is no mouse, no fucking mouse at all. He’s a fucking mighty lion, no a fucking Dragon that’s roaring and will get his revenge on the people that played him, the ones he thought were family and sold him out. He will kill who ever gets in his way but he’ll just have to survive the deadly night as it calls out to him .

The pain keeps worsening and worsening but he doesn’t know what to do but clutch onto the stomach and hope for the best. A dragon doesn’t die easily, it’s gonna take more than a pack of Hyenas to take down this mighty Dragon.

But the Dragon wasn’t always like this, he had a family, that until he was left in front of an adoption center with no note no fucking idea of where he came from or who his parent were, he spent all his life trying to find out what happened that night that someone decided to leave him, was he not worth the love that a baby deserved? Was he that worthless that his parents gave him up for adoption? Was he not enough. These sentences rang through his mad all his life up til now, the day he’s praying to what every god is listening to him to not let him die, he will keep fight on and on until he’s on top of the food chain.

Kim Taehyung grew up to do bad things, very bad bad things, join gangs at a very young age, was made into the leaders puppet and rose up slowly to be the right hand man of the Cobra gang.

The cobra gang was well known gang of youths in their 20s doing wilds shits like shootouts with the police and drug dealing and selling girls, the reason Kim Taehyung joined the gang at such a young age was to survive, he didn’t like the idea of selling people, doing drugs or anything as such but he had to survive, in a world full of

Cobras and Hyenas he had to survive. He mad a living out of this and he rose to be the right hand man of the Cobras but oh man, that didn’t didn’t go down well.

Did it!?

The thing that burns him was that he was never a Cobra, never was and never will be.

A few miles away at Seoul estate town houses ~

Walking into her house Y/N sighed, “can this day get any worse” she flopped down in the sofa and looked at her phone, hoping for a call from a certain someone, but what was she hoping for?

She got up from the sofa and strutted up to her master bedroom. From the ceiling hung a huge diamond chandelier, to the side floor to ceiling widows, fine famous artwork hung on the walls and in the middle room, her queen sized bed made for the queen herself. Her room was every girls dream, a large space with with many expensive things, a humongous walk in wardrobe filled with designer clothings, shoes, purses and more. Y/N could get anything she wanted, whether it’s cars, houses, clothes, she could get anything she wanted, but she was no brat. Well maybe sometimes.

Walking into the closet, she took her suit attire off, she was promoted to the creative designer of Givenchy and got everything she wanted on her way up the ladder but the pressure on her shoulders were too real. She looked at the mirror in mirror in front of her and saw her figure, she was a beautiful girl no doubt about that, she was fine as hell, the only thing that could fault her was her mind, the mind that thinks she could be a failure to her family.

After changing into a white tank top and joggers she walked back out into her bedroom and down towards the living room that Intertwined with the kitchen.

Y/n turned the kettle as she walked from the kitchen to the living room, she sat down on her sofa and smiled as she turned in the tv “ finally, I get to sit the fuck down” she groaned. As she scrolls through Netflix a call comes through a phone. She looked at her phone screen and smiled at the name of no one else but her best friend E, short for EziKia, a girl she has known since she was a baby, their fathers grew up together and were very close with each other and that’s how they greet up to know each other. “Hey bitch” her best friend spoke “ how was work?!” She continued. As Y\N looked at the TV she replied “girl it was a disaster, you know how I get when I have to present my work”. “I know” her best friend laughed “But I’m sure you did fine and I’m sure they loved every bit of your design for the new collection” her best friend smirked as she spoke, “I’m already proud of you, I’m fucking excited for the new collection to drop”

Y/n’s a young girl, she always grew up with her parents love and affection but couldn’t find her place in the world, alright she had everything she wanted from her parents, finding love within her self was hard. Yes she has confidence, yes she’s amazingly breathtaking and beautiful, she doesn’t need anyone to tell her then cause she knows that and she knows she bad and she can get everything she wants in this world. She knows she worth all that. But why is it so hard for her to find love, not with any man but within herself, it is almost as if she hides behind this facade of confidence. Her insecurity’s ushers to come out of her but she builds this facade to hide it front he world. And the one thing she is most scared of is losing her family if she doesn’t make them proud. She feels as if it’s hard to love herself and make everyone else proud of her.

Y/N groaned as we moved on the sofa and said “I hope so, enough about me and my day, how was yours?” Ester sighed “ my day was amazing until I got home and got into an argument with my Khai” Y/N rolled her eyes and asked “what was the argument about this time?!” “ He dreamt that I cheated on him and he got mad at me!” Y/N couldn’t hold I get laughter and laughed out loud “ what the hell, now that is too funny”

“ well now he’s still mad at me for no reason and I won’t be the first person to apologize cause it wasn’t me fault to begin with”. EziKia replied

“Well it was your fault” Y/N began “ you cheated on him” “In his dream”they both said at the same time.

Ezikia and her boyfriend Khai have been dating for a while now and they’re hopelessly in love but they argue about the summery things in the world, which is why Y/N think they’re a perfect match cause they’re literally dumb and dumber.

The kettle hissed and Y/N spoke “ what’re you up to now anyways” as she Stirred her tea waiting for ester to reply. “ nothing if I’m honestly just playing games at the moment” she laughed out,”what about you”. “ just made some tea and about to watch haunted on Netflix” Y/N replied and she sat down on the sofa and pressed play.

A moment of silence filled the room.

“Have you spoken to J yet?” The voice of her friend E rang through the phone

“Who?” she replied

Sighing out in frustration her friend spoke “ You know who Y/N, you can’t stay mad it him forever he’s also your friend”

“I’m not mad at him E” she hushed out looking at her phone.

J short for Jungkook was Y/N other friend, they were very close, they loved each other but they both didn’t have the guts to tell each other that, it could fuck up the friendship but it was only friendship right?, they would always fight and instantly make up but this was different, they weren’t speaking but it’s not like it’s her fault....right? J was always a nice guy, treating her the best, they would always flirt with each other but it wasn’t anything serious, it was always just games but when she saw him kissing another person, her heart felt like it exploded and she felt like she had been betrayed and betrayal was too real to bear.

But how could this be a betrayal if they aren’t in love? That’s what they both keep telling themselves right?

He’s not her responsibility and she doesn’t love him like that, but she keeps lying to herself and he betrayed her and so she can’t let it go. Not just yet, she just needs to stay mad at him just a little longer.

The rain began to fall as she spoke to her friend, they laughed and continued speaking, hours has passed and the clock struck midnight and they said their goodnight and they both hung up. As she continued watching the tv, the rain outside came worse, Turning into a thunder storm. The wind whistled outside and lighting struck and she could hear the Thunder roaring. She began to shiver at the should and the flashes outside her windows “ why the fuck am I sacred of thunder” she whispered to herself as she continued to watch the series, it still came as a shock to her at how she was some what scared of the sound of thunder and lighting but she’s able to sit through and watch a full series of horror stories by herself at night.

Hours and hours had passed as she watched the series and she felt her eyes beginning to fall close and she then drifts of to sleep on her cloud like sofa and feels like dreams.

She dreams about her future, what it would be like if she followed what her parents told her to become, maybe then she would think she wasn’t such a Failure to her family.

Although her parents were always supportive, Y/N felt that she wasn’t enough, she saw the look on their face of disapproval when she said she wanted to become a fashion designer, it was like she disappointed her parents saying what she said and wanting to become a designer instead of a doctor. But her parents were always proud of what a women she had become and loves her deeply. However she felt that just In case her fashion career doesn’t workout, she learnt a few tricks from her older sister who was obviously a doctor about how to deal with someone is had been wounded.

The man still on the run 10 minutes away~

Kim Taehyung on the other hand was also having the worst fucking day of his entire life! How could this get any worse, first the drug and money exchange gone wrong with the rival gang, obviously he was set up to fail by you know who and now he’s not just running from the gang who are out to kill him for more money and truce between the gangs as Kim Taehyung’s boss thought he was out to take his place on the Cobras throne.

Now with the police are after him too, since he was like the “ right hand man to the king “cobra” he knew a lot about him and the police where out to shut all the bullshit down but Taehyung had his loyalty, but how loyal can a ‘dog’ be if he’s been abandoned but he never snitches. Running from the gangs, Taehyung has a run in with the police and they saw him at his venerable place, bruised up and cut deep, so they decided to take him out to show the “king cobra” what they could do with his “people”.

But obviously that was fucking useless cause they used him and played him hard.

And Taehyung was no longer a cobra at this moment of betrayal, Kim Taehyung knew where his loyalty lies and that was with himself, he will get his revenge on everyone that played him, the cobra, the police & his family.

He continued running as his life depended on it, but he never looked back to see if he was being followed he kept his eyes straight forward and went on. The rain kept pouring on him as he ran and ran and ran like there was no end to the road, he suddenly slowed down as he crouched down in pain and held his stomach, “fuuuck” he groaned. He wasn’t going to let today be the day that he died, he had a lot to live for if he wanted his revenge. He got up again clinging to stomach and continued walking. As he approached a few blocks of town houses, he had to get out of the rain and get some help of else he might die, he walked up the stairs to bang in the door but there was no response. He then continued to the next few houses but there was still no response. He groaned in frustration as there was no one to help him. He then saw a light at the end of the block of houses and walks towards the light, walked up the stairs and banged on the door as if trying to break down the door.

He continued banging on the door as if it was his last resort which it was, he whispered out all his might but the only thing that came out was a soft breath “please help” he never thought he would have to resort to begging but here he was outside a strangers door, hair and clothes drenched from the storm asking for help not knowing if the person inside would be kind enough to help a poor stranger in need.

As if he gave up, he leaned against the door and shut his eyes closed, but then he heard foot steps coming from the other side other door and the locks clicked and the door Swung open. He looked up slowly from down at the strangers feet to the face and he saw the stranger in front of him, “wow she’s beautiful” he thought to himself,

“Thank you” he sighed out of relief as his vision became blurry and everything went black.

At Y/N House ~

Y/N woke up from her sleep hearing banging on the front of her door, she lifted herself up from her sofa that was way to comfortable to leave the room and groaned out “ who the fuck is banging on my door at the hour”.

As she got up she realised that she fell asleep on the sofa and left the lamp on.

She looked at her clock and it was almost 3 am, she then whispered “ why do I always either get waken up or wake up at around 3am” as if she was scared and her suspicions came creeping in the back of her mind. And she thought ghost always wonder around at 3 AM. She then was pulled from her thoughts by the loud bang at the door again and she slowly made her way to the front of the house and she saw a figure standing outside, she thought to herself thinking she shouldn’t open up the door to strangers at this hour, as she slowly turned to leave she suddenly hears a cry of help “please help” the stranger whispered silently.

As she heard the cry of help, she thought to herself “ I should probably help this person” “ but what if the pardon is a Pedophile or someone really dangerous” as if her demon and angel thoughts were fighting each other she huffed out a breath and walk towards the door turned the lock opened the door. There stood a tall man twice her size, built like a Greek GOD, dressed in a suit that was drenched from the rain droplets of water falling from his fringe a hand holding onto his stomach that was bleeding, bruises on his face and the other hand holding onto the doorframe. The man then looked from down at her feet, then his eyes lifted up to her face, she then saw him smile for a second then his eyes suddenly shut closed and he fell forwards towards her.

Her eyes grew wide was she was trying to hold her balance and trying to hold a man twice her size that just fainted at her door step. Not knowing what to do as the man’s head laid on her shoulder, she then whispered “ fuck it” then leaned sideways and the man dropped to the floor. Sighing she looked down at the stranger that passed out on her, who she then dropped to the door, frustration and guilt overpowering her mind and she closed her eyes and thought for a moment.

She then crouched down, grabbed him from under his armpits and dragged him a little further into the house and closed the door. She then began to slowly drag him through her house to the living room, “ damn he’s fucking heaving” she choked out. After a though 20 minutes grafting him through her house, She then was able to lay him on her couch that she adored very much and said “ well maybe that wasn’t the best idea” as her white couch began to turn red form blood stain that fell form the stranger. Then her eyes turned to the gun that sat perfecting in the holster wrapped around the mans body. “Shit”. Her face was stoned cold from shock, asking herself why this man had a gun on him and why he was bleeding and she palmed then slapped her forehead, sighing out loud in frustration and anger at herself for helping this possibly dangerous handsome man.

She looked at him and for a few seconds fought with her self, asking herself if she should still help this stranger for all she knows he could be really dangerous. She shook off her thought and went into her bathroom to the her first AID kit to help this poor, passed out man on her couch. She ran back into the living room, crouched down lifted his shirt to tend to his wounds and bruises.

As she opened up his shirt she saw how beautiful he was built, the tone muscles that covered him and the tattoos that bloomed on his chest. She also noticed that he had many scars in his body, the ones where it shows be fought for his life.

As time passes, she stared at the beautiful but bruised up stranger and couldn’t help but feel bad for him, she thought of many things that he must have gone trough and couldn’t help but wonder who this man is.

Time deciding to go really fast~

The clocked struck 7:30 am and very loud pound bang came though the house from the door at the front. Y/N opened her eyes slowly and saw the stranger lying into of her, she hadn’t know that she fell asleep looking at the stranger and she drifted into her thoughts. Then the loud bang pulled her from her thought and she hurried to her feet and went to the door. The door opens and she saw a group on men in uniform. The mother-fucking police. “ Hi miss, sorry to disturb you this fine morning, We just wanted to ask you a few questions if that is ok” she nods her head and the police proceeded to ask the questions. “ Did a man came knocking on you door last night?” She hesitated for a moment and shook her head no and the made some notes in their notebooks and proceeded to ask another. “ Did you see or hear anything suspicious last night” she shook her head again said “ no officer” and the officer furrowed their eyebrows and said “Miss your are not lying to us are you?” she then replied “ no “ and they ushered “ Miss you need to tell us if you saw anything cause this man is a very dangerous man and he killed a lot of people and we need your help” The silence loomed around them but Y/N didn’t say a word. Although she just heard of how dangerous this man was, she helped him and already lied and there was no going back.

She could be arrested for helping a criminal and lying about it. The shock on her face was clear but she payed it off well and shook her head in disagreement and said “no officer, i didn’t see anything or any man of any sort” and smiled softly hoping to get them off her back.

The police stared at her as if they knew she was lying carried on saying,

“ Then miss what is this blood stain that is here on your door step?” She was surprised as she didn’t realize there would be blood at her door step even though a bleeding man was just at her foot steps a few hours ago. She then huffed out trying to sound as smooth as possible, then lied “ You see officer, last night I came home late From my boyfriend house and I forgot my underwear at his house, you know what happened there” she winked “ I came on my period and bled on the floor and I forgot to clean it up” she then thought “what the fuck was I thinking lying to the police like that, this is embarrassing” They’re not gonna believe that are they?

As she opened her mouth to speak again she stopped her herself as she saw the flustered faces on the officers, they then said “ oh, sorry miss, s-sorry to bother you and thank you for your help” then then bowed and turned and walked back to their car.

Y/n shocked at her own words hurriedly shut the door and leaned against it and spoke” fuck that was embarrassing”. As she turned she was greeted with a shirtless man with patched of wounds that SHE patched up holding a gun towards her head. Her eyes then widened in shock but not fear, “ so this is how your gonna treat your saviour?!” She spoke, the silent that came after could Pierce through someone like a knife, he then softly growled in a low husky voice “ thank you “ and lowered his gun. “You’re welcome “ she said as she rolled her eyes, bumped his shoulders and walked past him back towards the kitchen.

He then turned to follow the small girl that helped him last night. As they entered the kitchen he spoke lowly “ so YOU were the one that was bleeding in front of your own door” he asked, she then said with confidence “YES, the reason I said that was to save your ass and I don’t even know you” she turned to look at him and met his ice cold gaze, if looks could kill she would be dead right now. “ that’s right, you don’t know me” he hushed out “ so why would you help me” he raised his gun again. “ Will you stop raising your gun at me” she shouted, he then touched his stomach in pain. She then asked with worry in her voice “ are you ok”.. nothing, there was silence as she watched him crouch in pain. “Yea....I’m fine for now” he whispered, y/n furrowed her eyes brows and looked at him with sympathy and said “ do you want some pain killers?” He nodded and she turned on her feet to search trough her drawers for pain killers and sprung back into the kitchen to give home the medicine. She watched as he gulped down the pain killer with a glass of water and smiled, relieved that she was able to help him. She then broke the silence, “ since I don’t know you, want to tell me who you are?”

“No” he bluntly said he got up to pick his shirt up from the side of the sofa and put it on. “Also, who gave you permission to take my clothes off” he said glaring at her. She then scoffed “ dude, you seriously need to get you anger and manners in check, I helped you and this is how your repaying me!” His gaze soften at her words but then he frowned again saying “you don’t have to tell me every minute that you saved me”

Y/n couldn’t believe what the hell was going on, this man she just saved from DEATH itself never mind the police, DEATH! was treating her like this. But maybe he was right she thought, maybe she didn’t have to shove it in his face every minute that she saved him, “sorry” she said Turning from him as he was finally dressed in his bloodied clothes.

As she walked away, he slowly turned his head and leave into the kitchen, he thought to himself that he should be great full that this beautifully kind stranger helped him when no one else would. He then followed her into the kitchen and watch her make food for them. He watched as she busied herself in the kitchen with her task and a smile crept of his face. There was literally and angel right in front of him but he couldn’t give her the satisfaction of that and so his smile disappeared as she turn to look at him.

They then stared at each other for a few minutes and as if time slowed down he couldn’t believe his eyes, it was like love at first sight, he couldn’t believe he was falling in love with this stranger at their first meet but it couldn’t be love could it? He’s just great full for her helping him...isn’t he?

“What are you staring at” she broke the silence

“Obviously not you” he replied harshly

He has to be rude and he can’t fall in love with her not now and not ever, because of who he is, if he falls in love with her she could be a target to the gangs and it’s not like she’s in love with him anyway, she’s probably so scared for him and wouldn’t want anything to do with him after he leaves. He thought and sighed.

Y/n watched him as he lowered his gaze and thought to her self what this stager has gotten himself into that he’s running from the police, he’s such a beautiful and muscular man with tattoos that covered his body and instantly she almost fell in love. ALMOST. She was just glad she was able to help him and continued looking at him in pity.

A few moments had passed and she continued making the breakfast and he gazed up at her and watch her work.

She could literally be the light of his world but his world is to damn dangerous.

A few minutes later she had made breakfast, she turned and shoved the plate towards him “ Eat . You’ll need the energy” “thanks” he whispered and they both ate in silence. “I’m Taehyung” she looked up towards him as he broke the silence “I’m Y/N” “nice to meet you” he countered and then said softly “thank you for saving my life Y/N”.

Then awkward silence filled the room.

She shyly looked up from her plate and broke the silence again saying “ Why were the police looking for you?”

“ That’s none of your business” he said harshly and glared at her with his Piercing eyes

“Well it’s now my business since I helped you, why the were the police chasing you?” She shouted back

“ I don’t give a fuck that you helped me, I can literally kill you right now” laughing as he spoke out.

“ You really have a rude temper you know that?” She glared

Gazing back at her slowly, he opened his mouth to speak.

“I know” he spoke softly as if she just tamed him.

He watched as she got back to eating, and he watched the way she ate her food and how her lips moved as she continued speaking..as if he couldn’t like her more than he already does, everything she does changes him and makes him weaker than he currently is.

She was a girl full of sassiness and confidence but was also very kind and warm hearted and he couldn’t help but fall hard.

Was it wrong?

He got up as her gaze came up to meet his face,

He then leaned in over the small table and pecked her lips with his.

SMACK!

Out of shock her hand landed in his beautiful bruised face and he groaned out in pain “fuck, I deserved that” as he leaned back in his chair.

“ yes you deserved that!” She shouted back and he rose from his seat, rounded the table and approached her, grabbed her face and kissed her hard on the lips , flames rose up Y/N face and she shoved him backwards and slapped him hard again “ the fuck is wrong with you” she screamed. Taehyung held his face and smirked saying “ thank you for saving me princess”, he turned, put on his blazer then left, Y/N still shocked from what just happen lifted her hands to her lips and touched her lips softly with her fingers as she heard the door closed.

That was the first and last time last time they both saw each other.

The King just met his queen.

Tags: @sugarplummies

#taehyung smut #taehyung mafia au #bts fluff #bts v x reader #bts au #bts imagines #bts smut #daddys brat #kim taehyung #taehyung x reader #tae tae #bts series #bts edit #bts mafia

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kniesyswrld · 3 years

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brothers best friend• q.hughes

(Jack and Y/n get into a fight about how Quinn is dating her, Quinn and Y/n have sex to be mean)

Warnings: Smut: Unprotected sex and no foreplay

“Jacky, may I sleep over?” I ask my best friend with a grin, “Of course, Y/n. My family loves you so they’d be more than happy to have you sleep here.” Jack says with a smile.

I squeal and hug him, “Eek! You, your brothers, and I are gonna have so much fun. I’m gonna make you boys do facemasks with me and we will post selfie’s.” I say.

“Yeah, okay.” Jack says a bit unsure, “It’ll be so fun. I promise.” I say and pat his arm, knowing by later tonight I’ll be in Quinn’s room getting my shit rocked. It’s a secret us two have, no one else knows.

Sometimes, Jack hears us but thinks it was just some random girl. “Quinn and Luke, come here!” I yell and they came in, I smile at them with my teeth and put my hand under my chin.

“The most sexiest, funniest, and thickest bad bitch is sleeping over.” I say they chuckled, “Wait Kendall Jenner is here?” Luke asks, “Fucker.” I said and look around, “You cannot even lie, I’m sexy.” I say and turn around giving them a tiny booty shake.

Jack pushes me closest to him, “Shes right.” Quinn says and Jack glares at him. I bit my lip because I thought we just got exposed, “What you want me to tell her she’s ugly and lie straight to her face, cause she is hot!” Quinn says and Luke nods.

“Thanks Quinn, at least someone respects me out of you three.” I said and Quinn secretly winks at me, I blush but look up at Jack. “Only I can call her sexy since she’s my best friend, you two would break her heart.” Jack says.

I smirk at them two, “He’s right. You three are my favorite men.” I sighed and Jack looks down at me, “What about Ryan Reynolds or Channing Tatum?” Jack questions, “They are the hottest men I know, not my faves.” I said and Quinn rolled his eyes.

“Quinny have a problem?” I ask with a sly grin, “Nah.” He said and posted up, “Great! Let’s do facemasks boys!” I squeal and sway my hips as I walk toward Jack’s bathroom.

They boys groan and follow close behind me, “Ok. Quinny gets a whale, cause Canucks. Jacky gets a monster, cause Devils. Lukey do you want a panda or a tiger?” I ask holding up the paper masks.

“Tiger, baby.” He said rubbing his hands together, I gave them to him and took my panda one. I put Luke and Jack’s on first, then it was just me and Quinn left in the bathroom.

I opened the packaging and got it out, I was about to put it on him when Quinn grabbed my waist and smirks. “I need you, babygirl.” He smirked and I gasp softly, “Quinny, the boys.” I whisper and he shrugged.

“You thought it was cute to sway your hips when you walk, so let’s see if it’s cute to make you be quiet from my brothers.” Quinn says and I lean down kissing his lips softly.

I heard something drop and turn around seeing Jack and Luke with their jaws dropped, “Holy shit.” Luke says and I look down at Quinn who is sitting on the toilet.

“Y/n, I think you need to go home tonight.” Jack quietly says and I look at him, “No.” Quinn says and pulls me on his lap, “If you don’t want her here then her and I will go in my room, but just no if that happens me and her will be fucking so loud.” Quinn finished.

Jack’s jaw is dropped along with Luke and mine, “Quinny.” I whisper, he smiled at me and kisses my cheek. Then looks at Jack with a smirk, “Fine.” Jack says and I smiled.

“Y/n and Quinn, get out.” Jack says clearly angry, “Jack!” I say and he shakes his head, “Quinn will hurt you and I don’t accept, you two can have sex but I have ear plugs.” Jack says with a scowl and Luke is playing with his bottom lip, awkwardly.

I rolled my eyes and stood up off of Quinn’s lap, “Come on daddy, I want you to fuck the whore out of my tight pussy.” I say to Quinn, and look at Jack with a smirk,

“Um.” Luke says and decided to leave too, “Jack. I hope one day, your own head comes out of your ass and you know how to accept who I like.” I said flipping him off and go into Quinn’s room.

I get in his room and lock his door, “I’m sorry, but Jack is an asshole.” I say to Quin and he nods his head in agreement, “I would never hurt you, babygirl.” Quinn says pulling me into a erotic kiss that was mainly tongue.

“Good, shirt off baby boy.” I said and he takes his shirt off attaching his lips back onto mine, he pulls me onto the bed and he is hovering over me. “Fuck, I love you.” I moaned softly and he smirks, “I love you too, beautiful girl.” He said.

He takes my shirt off and noticed no bra, “Mmm.” He grins and kissed each nipple, “Fuck.” I moaned softly and he kisses me again. “No foreplay, baby. I need to be inside of you.” He said and kissed my neck making a dark hickey.

“Ok.” I smirk, he pulled my pants and panties down all the way to my ankles and he does the same with his and boxers. He looks into my eyes and I nod, “Fuck.” I moan softly as he entered inside of me, “So tight.” He moaned picking up his speed.

My back arched, “You fuck me so good, daddy.” I moaned loudly and he grins, “That’s right, slut. Take daddy’s cock just like the whore you are.” He grunts and I scream in pleasure.

“Such a whore for you.” I moan softly, he grunts with every thrust and I felt myself about to cum. “I’m gonna cum, fuck!” I moaned loudly, “Same.” He says with clenched teeth, “Shit!” He grunts as he came into me.

He played with my clit a little and that caused me to cum al over his cock, “Fuck.” I breathed out as soon as he pulled out of me. There was a knock, I reach over to unlock the door and cover my chest.

“I’m sorry, bestie.” Jack says and I smiled, “It’s okay, Jacky.” I say and he awkwardly looks at me. “Can you two not fuck when I’m home anymore?” Jack asks and I nodded, Quinn was already sleeping.

I sighed, “I know you were just looking after me, I’m sorry I made you feel sad.” I say and he smiles, “Get dressed and we can go get ice cream with Luke.” Jack says and I nod.

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spookysmujer · 4 years

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Mi Hombre, O. Diaz

Summary: You overhear Monse trash talking about Oscar and you’ve had enough of him being painted as the villain.

warnings: monse being a hater!, cute s h e t, freak s h e t 👅

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requested by: @un-poetryy

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The sun is warm against your skin and the slight breeze is adding to a perfect summer day. Now that school is out, the public pool has extended it’s days of operations and hours, so here you are out with you boyfriend’s little brother and friends, tanning and having a relaxing day.

Oscar called you saying to meet him at the pool since he’s really trying to avoid spending any alone time at home with his estranged father. As you await his arrival, you’re laying back and letting the sun fill in the paler parts of your skin due to your bikini straps. And it’s been lovely but you’re starting to lose you’re patience as Monse, Cesar’s toxic ass girlfriend, keeps talking ill about Oscar.

You sigh once more as you try to zero out on the things she is saying about him but it’s getting real hard to bite your tongue the more she goes on. It’s Oscar “Spooky” Diaz and of course everyone has an opinions about everyone. And rightfully so but Monse only says bad things about her boyfriend’s older brother. Every single time it’s something negative. And granted you don’t spend much time with her, it’s sad that she can’t say one good thing.

It’s also when Oscar is never around and the devil is prying to get out of you to say something. Oh, please say something. But you keep your eyes closed and pray that your boyfriend arrives soon. The last thing you want is to cause a scene in a family area.

“I mean he’s been hanging around a lot and it’s just annoying he gotta bring his gang tendencies when it’s been clear as day you don’t want nothing to do with it. Doesn’t he have drugs to sell? or other people to jump into the gang?” Monse says and you huff audibly.

Though you got your eyes closed, you could feel her gaze move to you briefly.

Cesar only sighs as Monse kept on going and that was the tip of the iceberg for you. How can Cesar not defend is older brother? You know the shit the Diaz brothers have been through but to not defend someone who has defended you on countless occasions?

“Seriously? You really going keep talking shit, Monse? I’m convinced you’re obsessed with Oscar since all you ever do is talk about him,” You’ve had enough, you get up and say to her as you stand above them,

Both she and Cesar look up at you, surprised. “I-I, uh, was just saying th-”

“No, you weren’t just fucking saying nothing. You’re trash talking his brother and my boyfriend and it’s shit on me to have waited this long to say something but you’re such a pussy for only knowing how to talk smack when he’s not around.”

She tilts her head to the side and stands to cross her arms over her chest, “I have no problem saying this to his face as well. He must have you whipped if you are too blind to see that all he is is trouble, Y/N. You’re a smart girl, you deserve someone better than Oscar.”

If you could see the world in a single color right now, it’d be red and for Monse it’s about to be black considering you want to pop her one right in the mouth. You’re at a disbelief that she can’t give Oscar the benefit of the doubt considering he has done a lot for his brother and group of friends. Everytime there had been an issue that they couldn’t solve, which was 99.9% of the time, Oscar came in with the save.

You see your boyfriend walk through the gated entrance of the public pool. He makes his way over to the food stand and you smile to yourself, the sight of him always making you melt, “ I am a smart girl, thank you. I’m smart enough to know that no one in this world is perfect. We all have flaws, Oscar knows it too. But you’re quick to forget that if it weren’t for him, you all would probably be 6 feet under next to Lil Ricky, who isn’t even 6 feet under might I add!”

She laughs a little to herself before continuing, “And we wouldn’t have gotten in those situations had Oscar not jumped his little brother into that stupid gang of wannabes anyways! Who does that? Forces his own family into something he didn’t want to be apart of? That’s messed up! And you the complicit one that stands by not saying anything!” Monse says loudly, now catching the attention of those around you. Even Oscar is now looking your way, you and Monse in each other’s faces.

You weren’t planning to make a big scene about this, you just wanted to call her out on her bullshit peacefully, if that is even possible. But if the shoe fits? You lace that bitch up and wear it.

You scoff and step closer to her face, “Cesar grew up in this life, wake the fuck up, Monse! It looks like a duck, it quacks like a duck, it’s a fucking duck! Think this lil duckling was gonna join the rabbit family and live a peaceful life? That is how the world revolves, that is how people like us survive. Whether you like it or not. Yes, it is messed up. And I can promise you, Oscar never wanted this life to begin with, not for him and definitely not for his brother, whom he raised. Was it a perfect life? No. But it was and still is enough.

“So I swear to God, if you can’t say anything nice please shut the fuck up. Don’t say shit. Because if you wanna point out flaws, let’s all do it, hm? Gather around family and friends, “ You look around and say, “We’re gonna play the What’s wrong with Monse game I’ll start, she’s toxic as fuck! She loves to play the victim, she’s dating a freshly jumped in Santo, which she claims are wannabe gangsters!”

Everyone’s attention is on you now, Oscar is trying his best not to laugh at the situation but when you get argumentative, it’s a damn good time. You have valid points and Monse knows it. The people with the most problems never like to admit them. She has a look of embarrassment plastered on her face.

“Y/N...” Cesar speaks up, also with a look of embarrassment on his face. He scratches the back of his head as he looks around and spots his brother in the distant. Oscar raises his water bottle in the air as a notion of, Salud.

You cross your arms and wait for him to say something but he only looks down at his feet and rocks on his heels. Monse’s mouth agape at his lack of input, “What’s wrong? You upset he’s not defending you? That’s how complicit ones are, sweetheart. They see the problem and let it go on so long as it’s not personally affecting them. Which means you probably just a piece of culo. And also means he’s a little puto for not defending his brother. A little bitch! Both of you!”

“Hey, hey mamas. Calmate, com’n. Let’s go get some food, hm?” Oscar appears and starts to pull you away as you spew out the last of your words. He can feel your skin is warm to the touch and it is not from the tanning either.

He is smiling like a fool once you two make your way to the stand, “Wow, my lady defends my name even when I’m not around.”

You shake your head and cross you arms, exhaling a much needed breath through your nose. Monse is collecting her things, angrily and storming out to the parking lot. A frantic Cesar following, you look back to Oscar and both laugh.

“Was I too harsh?” You ask him, he shakes his head in disagreement.

“Nah, bout time someone tells her off and you did just that. It’s hot, y’know? Calling them out for talking shit.” You look to him and whack your arm on his stomach, he wraps his arms around you and kisses the top of you head. “What else would my lil traviesa do for me?”

As you tip your head back to answer, Jasmine walks towards the two of you blasting music from her phone.

I don’t wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch that lil dangly dang that swang in the back of my throat

You look to Oscar and wink at him, feeling the hardness in his swim trunks as you lick your lips. He clears his throat looking at Jasmine that means to leave. She snobs you two and walks off.

“Aye, you gotta walk in front me. He won’t let up.” You look between the two of you and see his boner. Laughing away, you let him trail very close behind you.

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