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Right hand II

Pairing: Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!exBeneGesserit! reader Summary: After you miraculously escaped from his arms the other night, you tried to stay away from him as best as you could. You have to put a lot of effort into escaping from the na-baron, who is tirelessly and constantly chasing you, or into avoiding another invitation to his chambers late at night. However, on Arrakis, the situation between you changes drastically... And you're losing control over your life, and it's not because of Feyd. Warning: 18+; violence; blood; Feyd Rautha; death; fight; brutality; smut; Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~ Main Masterlist

You are standing in front of the window of the ship that is taking you to Arrakis. You nervously play with the edge of the shawl that covers your head. You don't have good memories of that planet. Before you escaped with Feyd, the Bene Gesserit sent several of their young apprentices to… train in the sands of Dune. Including you.

You still remember the screams of some of your companions who went crazy from a lack of water and decided to end their lives. And sometimes at night you dream that the sandworm swallows half of your group, leaving you practically on your own.

Arrakis didn't just kill your friends. It killed any belief in the Bene Gesserit in you, only confirming that you would rather die than be completely subject to them.

And now you're going back there with someone who had full control over your life again. It's funny how history likes to come full circle. And how, despite their repetition, people still fall for tricks and fall into fate's traps, acting in exactly the same way.

A cold hand on your bare shoulder snaps you out of your stupor. You act fully automatically,drawing the dagger attached to your belt and twisting the attacker's arm. You pin him to the wall, placing the blade against his pale neck. You freeze as your eyes meet Feyd's icy blue gaze.

"Good reflex. If you were anyone else, I'd kill you for this, but I'm in a particularly good mood today, so I won't punish you as I would like. What were you thinking about, my little witch, that you didn't hear me sneaking up on you? Or maybe I have finally surpassed the master?" He asks with a mocking smirk, showing off his black teeth. You snort, shaking your head at him.

"Keep dreaming." You say, taking advantage of his amusement. This time, you are not keeping your mouth shut for fear that he will deprive you of your tongue for your boldness towards him. You move away from him, which he takes with clear displeasure, and return to your place by the window.

"If I dream about you, I prefer to dream about something much more pleasant." He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. He slides your shawl off your head with his teeth and nuzzles his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent.

You feel him sigh deeply, leaning against you a little as he relaxes into your scent and closeness. You frown, but let him hold you because you feel calmer having him close to you. Despite everything that had happened in the past two weeks, you still found his presence reassuring. It didn't make any sense to you, but apparently, over the years, you had begun to involuntarily associate him with something akin to a safe shelter. Herkonnen. A psychopathic, bloodthirsty future baron. How ironic…

However, being in his arms helped you come to the conclusion that the demons of the past should remain in the past. And you should focus on the newest one that is now wrapped around you.

You stare at your reflection in the glass, shuddering as his scent surrounds you, mixed with the blood that stains his uniform. You wonder which soldier you will have to find a replacement for this time.

"What were you thinking about?" He whispers that he doesn't loosen his grip on you even for a moment, knowing full well that the moment he does, you'll wriggle out of his arms and find another excuse to leave him.

You checked the condition of engines and fuel 8 times. He started counting after the ship's captain complained to him about your constant presence. He beheaded him without giving him the opportunity to complete his complaint against you. Feyd smiles, remembering the irritated frown on your forehead when you had to clean up his mess. Of course he followed you then. Of course, 'just to make sure that the next captain you appoint will be more competent'.

"It doesn't matter." You sigh, resting your head on his shoulder. He would enjoy your submission and willing closeness if he didn't see that, by doing so, you only wanted to distract him from the main topic. Clever little witch you were…

"It must be important if you stopped paying attention to your surroundings. You are always alert and aware of the things that happen around you. No matter what. I remember how, during one of our escapades, you were the only one who didn't fall into the trap."

"Well, that one was actually obvious." You say it with a mocking smile, remembering how you had to save him and his soldiers.

For the rest of your life, you will never forget how you had to dig Baron Feyd-Rauth Harkonnen out of the mud and save his ass from the Assassins who planned his execution. Of course, he killed any witnesses, leaving only you and him alive. After all, his uncle and brother couldn't find out about it.

He growls in your ear, tightening his grip on you as a warning, when you make him replay that day in his head.

"Don't brag now. I was… busy observing something much more interesting than muddy swamps." He grumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck. The warm air he exhales makes you shiver.

"Which was?" You ask shakily, placing your hands over his to stop him from roaming them over your body.

"You." His answer is short and simple, as if it were the most obvious thing you should know. He doesn't hide it anymore; he doesn't keep his desire to himself. He wants you. He craves you. He shows it to you so clearly and thoroughly that you laugh at how naive you were to believe that you had only a friendly, platonic relationship. But how could you not believe that he only saw you as a means to an end when he treated everyone else around him like that? Since he treats people like things to play with and break whenever he wants? How could you have predicted that you would become his obsession, a precious jewel in his collection that he would want to protect and have just for himself? "I'm asking for the last time. What were you thinking about, little witch?" He asks, wrapping his hand around your neck and forcing you to look into his eyes.

You have no escape from him now. And you certainly won't tell him that lately you've been thinking more and more often about how to run away from him, or what would happen if you stayed with the Bene Gesserit, or how your life would have looked if you escaped from them on your own. You wonder if it wouldn't have been better to bury yourself in the sands of Arrakis all those years ago with your friends and die there. You are sure that it would be a much more dignified death.

"I... I thought about Arrakis." You decide to respond safely and carefully, so as not to reveal too much to him. You didn't want him to become suspicious of you. Not when you had to handle him carefully, lest you fulfil any of the Bene Gesserit's sick plans and visions.

"So what about this? Are you scared?"

"No. I am not. I'm never afraid. Fear is the mindkiller. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration." You repeat the mantra automatically without thinking much about it.

You flinch as you realise that you are answering quickly with the Bene Gesserit litany of fear, which they've made you learn by heart. A great deal of anger grows within you as you realise how much they have influenced your life, even so many years after you ran away from them.

"You're quite tense. More than when I usually hold you." He points this out, starting to gently stroke your back in an attempt to relax you. You give him an angry look instead, suddenly understanding why he was irritated with you for reading him and his emotions perfectly when he was the one who was flustered and furious.

It was always easier for you than for him to hit sensitive places or to read the other one like an open book. Apparently, you're not the only one who's learned this over the years. He knew you as well as the back of his hand. He just never showed any trace of concern for your well-being.

You had your… tender moments when you allowed yourselves to be vulnerable with each other once or twice, but you both treated them more as minor lapses in maintaining your impenetrable façade of indifference and neutrality. In the end, everyone is on their own. And looking for a friend in him was a completely stupid thing—an act of true naivety and a sign of self-destruction, maybe even masochism.

"Maybe you shouldn't hold me at all, then?" You growl at him furiously, unable to control yourself. He just frowns, more surprised by your behaviour than offended by this blatant act of disrespect. He had rarely seen you so nervous or furious.

Of the two of you, you were the one who was the most calm and composed. You were always able to hide all your emotions behind a mask of indifference. He's fascinated by how you really behave when you don't have a filter on. He often throws you off your balance only to see your cheeks flush with anger; you take out your anger in a fight (just like him); or you bite your lip to avoid saying something back to his taunts.

"Or maybe you should drop your attitude and just let me do it?" He asks, his lips brushing against your earlobe. He doesn't wait for your response; he simply catches the tip of your ear between his teeth. He bites in gently, sucking and caressing your skin with his lips, as if your ear's superior helix were the sweetest delicacy he could enjoy.

"I'm not fighting or trying to escape, am I?" You respond, enduring his treatment with dignity. At the ship's window, you can see a small smile appear on his lips at your words.

He decides to pull away from you, but he is not giving you even the smallest chance to run away from him. He presses you against the cold glass, entering your personal space even more than when he had you close against his chest. You lift your chin, looking at him defiantly as he puts his hands on your hips.

"You are not. But you also don't want to be here in my arms." He replies, cupping your chin with two fingers. He leans closer, making you feel the metallic scent of blood that still lingers on him, probably from his fight with some prisoners on the ship. "And I don't like it at all." He whispers hoarsely into your ear.

"Since when do you care what others want? I don't remember you spoiling your concubines like that." You snap, causing him to laugh mockingly and shaking his head in amusement.

He leans in, making you tense up slightly. You think he's doing it to kiss you, but instead of feeling his lips on yours, you feel his cheek brush against yours, and his lips blow hot air into your ear again as he whispers softly:

"Because they weren't you, Y/N." You shiver at the sound of his dark, hoarse whisper in your ear. You can't say you don't feel the effects of his... seduction. But you promised yourself long ago that you wouldn't be any man's whore, concubine, plaything, or broodmare. And certainly not HIS. No matter how... tempting he could be.

"And what is so special about me? Hm? My body? My appearance? That I can fight well? You would get bored of me. Like you did with all your concubines."

"Did they understand me like you do? Have you ever seen them look at me as anything other than a wild, bloodless beast in the heat?" He answers your angry questions with his, dismissing your attempt to start a verbal fight with him.

His thumb traces the line of your jaw, examining you closely. Looking into his light blue eyes makes you feel uncomfortable. He shouldn't have reacted to you like that. You weren't used to anything he had been doing these past few weeks. You preferred to fight him than... when he showed you so much tenderness, appreciation, and affection.

"Have I ever looked at you differently?" You ask defiantly. He smiles, licking his plump lips. You give in to this provocation, and, without controlling it at all, you move your gaze to his lips. His dark chuckle makes you look back into his eyes.

"Yes. Yes, you did that... you don't even know how often." He hums, his fingertips moving towards your mouth. He caresses your lips with incredible tenderness and delicacy. He presses on them gently, but you squeeze them as tight as you can, preventing him from doing anything he planned.

You react faster than him. You bite his wandering fingers, take advantage of the fact that he is still trying to process what has just happened, and quickly pull away from him. He laughs, shaking his head, looking at you intently as he deliberately crosses the distance between you two. He doesn't have to say anything for you to see how clearly he's mocking you and daring you to continue to defy him.

"We're not even on Arrakis yet, and you're already delusional, my na-Baron? Or maybe the black sun of Giedi Prime made you start seeing a mirage?"

"If you are a mirage or an illusion, then I never want to be sane again, my little witch." You gasp, as he wraps his arms around you tightly, clinging to you completely. He leans in, his nose tracing a line along your temple, inhaling your scent before burying his face in your hair.

He keeps a firm grip on your shoulders. You place your hands on his, trying to loosen his tight grasp somehow, but it only makes him hold you tighter. He tilts his head slightly and brushes his nose against yours.

You shiver, feeling how close he is and how his musky smell, mixed with a hint of metallic blood, surrounds you. He presses himself against you so tightly that there's practically no space left between your bodies. You close your eyes, letting out a small, shaky breath. And just as he's about to press his lips against yours, the metal door to the room slides open with a loud bang.

You jump away from him, grunting as a young recruit enters your field of vision.

“My lord na-Baron. Lady Y/N. We will land in fifteen minutes."

"We would rather notice it ourselves." Feyd growls at him. You see him reach for the hidden dagger. You walk over to him, resting your chest against his back, and grab his hand before he places it on his dagger and throws it at the poor man.

"Thank you, Oliver." You say with a smile. The man swallows in fear at Feyd's furious glare. He bows and leaves the two of you alone.

You step away from Feyd, letting go of his hand. You frown, seeing that he's even more furious than when one of the soldiers entered. You raise your eyebrow questioningly, not understanding why he's practically huffing in anger now.

"What?" You finally ask him, not understanding the reason behind his behaviour.

"Oliver... do you call all of them by their names?" He asks, spitting out the soldier's name in disgust. You sigh, rolling your eyes as you reach for the shawl he had thrown off you and put it back on your head.

"If I know them, then yes, why?"

"You've never called me anything other than my lord and na-baron." He speaks in an almost accusatory tone. It takes a lot of strength in you not to burst out laughing when you realize he's completely serious and not joking right now. You try to come up with some excuse, wondering how to safely answer his question.

"And you always call me your little witch." You answer. Using his name somehow never felt right to you. At first, out of respect for him, maybe even fear. After all, he saved you from the clutches of the Bene Gesserit. Calling him by his name was out of the question. With time, you did it out of habit. And now… now you didn't want to call him by anything else because you knew that it would be a small step on his way to make you his.

"So this is supposed to be our thing?" He asks with a challenging, teasing smile.

"We don't have a thing." You huff, walking towards the exit. He, of course, follows you faithfully. You can feel the excitement radiating from him. He was definitely planning something big to do on Arrakis. Something he didn't tell you. You just hoped that he would be too busy with his brother and securing the spice mine to take care of you at the same time.

"Don't we?"

"You should focus on what you tell your brother. You're finally taking the reins. Rabban won't give them to you that easily. And we need to establish a final plan of action on Arrakis." You say, returning to your matter-of-fact, cool tone. He smiles, nodding.

"Don't worry about that… I'll make him kiss our shoes." You snort, shaking your head in amusement at his words. It might be true, but it's still hard for you to imagine him actually putting this plan into action. As you'll see in a few minutes, he actually intended to do that. "And the plan was decided a long time ago. I told you I wouldn't let us split up. And not because I question your leadership skills or loyalty. You are the only competent and worthy person to lead half of my army. But we, little witch, work together. Always. You don't change something that works perfectly. Get ready. We're landing soon." He leaves you with a quick kiss on your temple.

He walks away from you with a sly smirk, as if he's managed to trick you. You sigh as you watch him walk out of sight, walking with a spring in his step towards his room, probably to grab his things and get his harpies ready to leave.

You look out the ship's window at Arrakis for the last time. You close your eyes, promising yourself that since the Bene Gesserit, Feyd Rautha, Giedi Prime, or the Harkonens hadn't killed you, this damn planet wouldn't do this either. You weren't the same Y/N from 10 years ago. You were more powerful. Your bones won't sink into the sands of this damn dune... you'd even rather become the mother of that Kwisatz Haderach.

You practically jump out of bed with your heart beating fast as you wake up from another nightmare. You sigh shakily, pressing your hand to your mouth, trying to calm your breathing as best as you can as your heart pounds frantically against your chest.

The screams of your companions echo in your ears, and the images of the Fremen pumping the water out of them replay in your head. And that damned sandworm...

“Y/N, look at me.” His cool hands on your bare shoulders and his raspy, commanding tone bring you back to reality.

As soon as you look into Feyd Rautha's blue irises, you stop trembling. You snap out of this strange trance, trying your best to forget about the returning memories that haunted you more often during this week of your stay on Caladan. You suspect that this may have resulted in a rather close relationship with Lady Jessica. You breathe slowly, focusing on his pale skin that looks like snow, illuminated by the moonlight that streams through the window of one of the Caladan's inns.

“Breathe in and out.” He gives you another order. You nod, imitating the pace of his slow breathing as you slowly begin to calm down. "I will kill that witch as soon as I get my hands on her." He growls, brushing your sweaty hair away from your forehead with his hand. You see immense anger in his eyes and the seeds of a plan forming in his head as he thinks of many ways to make that Bene Gesserit pay for your nightmares.

"You can't. She's the prince's mother. Besides, it's not her fault that she recognised me from somewhere. I could have been more careful."

"You covered your face with a mask for an entire week, all the time, even to sleep. What can you call that other than being careful? Besides, the baron knew that these negotiations were doomed to failure anyway. It's not like her suspicions ruined them. I would have decided to leave this damned palace even without it." He assures you, slowly lowering the two of you back onto the mattress. He wraps one arm around you, his tight embrace grounding you in the moment and helping your mind focus entirely on the present rather than the dark memories from your past.

"The Baron will be furious with you. It's all my fault. You should have killed me." You say, focusing your gaze on his daggers, which are strapped to his hip. Feyd follows your gaze and snorts. He grabs your neck, forcing you to lift your head and look into his eyes again.

"And get rid of the only competent right hand I've had in years? I'd rather suffer his punishment for this... small act of disrespect towards the Atreides. And who knows? Maybe he'll even like it? Harkonnen chooses inns over Atreides' palaces. I can always say that I saw rats running freely around my chamber and decided that such conditions are not worthy of a na-Baron and they are an insult to my person that I could not allow them to do." You roll your eyes at him, but you can't help but smirk at him.

Feyd finds himself smiling slightly at the sparkle of amusement in your eyes. He decided he preferred seeing them in your eyes rather than the emptiness and terror that didn't even let you breathe normally. He reveled in the fear of others. But yours brought him more pain than joy. Unpleasant pain.

It was starting to worry him. And maybe he would think about it more if you weren't lying so close to him now, practically in his arms. At his fingertips if he wanted to play with you. But, surprisingly, he didn't. And even if so, he wanted it only if you were as desperate for his touch as he was for yours.

"There are also rats on Giedi Prime. And you have to share a room with me because there's not enough space here for all of us. I'm sure your harpies are furious. You'd probably rather do something else with them, too, than hold me through my nightmares like some scared little child." You tease him, snapping him from his thoughts. He looks at you carefully, admiring the way the beads of sweat on your forehead glisten in the moonlight.

He feels a strange, new desire to make them be caused by him... or rather, by the activity he would subject you to. His gaze returns to your eyes and your lips, and he feels himself harden slightly as his thoughts turn to fantasies about you—something he's been doing a lot more of lately. One of his harpies mentioned something about him moaning your name...

"Maybe you actually deserve this punishment? Such sharp language…" He whispers huskily, tracing the line of your jaw with the pad of his thumb. He watches you carefully, and, as usual, he sees no fear in your eyes. Even when his fingers travel to your neck and then to the fabric of your nightgown, imagine how close he is to touching what you hide from him and everyone else behind your outfits designed to fit you into staying in the shadows and fighting. If he could, he would dress you in the most beautiful silks and jewellery so that he could feast his eyes on the only beautiful view of Giedi Prime. You see a crease form on his forehead as he becomes aware of this strange desire. He removes his hand before he goes too far to come back, and he clears his throat as he focuses his gaze on your eyes again. "What was that? That dream?"

"I... I don't want to talk about it." Feyd feels how you tense up just thinking about your nightmare. If it was anyone else, he wouldn't care. He wouldn't spare a thought or, if he was curious enough, force them to talk. But with you... he just nods and gives you space, turning to lay on his side of the bed.

"Feyd..." His heart beats faster after you use his name for the first time. He turns to your side of the bed so he can fully look at you. He hums, pretending that you're not giving him a heart attack and that he's not replaying the soft, gentle tone with which you said his name in his head. And he wants to hear it again. In many ways. A quiet whisper, a cry, a scream of pleasure as he makes you come... "I... can you..."'

He doesn't wait for you to ask him. And he could. He could make you beg for him to bring you the comfort you need or mock you for being so defenceless and scared, but how can he make you do that when you look at him with those doe eyes? How can he do anything other than pull you into his chest, place his hand on your head, and play with your hair, guiding your face into the crook of his neck as you look at him like no one has ever done before?

He wasn't the type of man you turned to for comfort or solace, and yet here you were, lying next to him, just wanting to feel his safe embrace around you again. He smiles when he feels your breathing and pulse slow as you fall asleep against him, allowing him to be with you in your unconscious state. He could do many things to you. He could slit your throat, stab you in the heart, scalp you of all your beautiful hair, and touch and taste any part of you he wanted. Satisfy himself with you and give yourself to his concubines when he ends using you.

But all he can do, as you sleep so peacefully on his chest, is pull the covers tighter around you and place a gentle kiss on your head. He doesn't remember the last time he felt such peace or the last time he felt wanted—not because of his status or the benefits he could bring to someone, but simply because someone wanted to be close to HIM.

"After all… I guess Caladan isn't that bad, my little witch." He whispers, pressing a kiss on the top of your head.

Feyd liked to think that the moment you first said his name and clung to him after the nightmare for comfort and security (IN HIM) was the moment he fell for you. But the truth was that it was a day later, after his uncle had punished him, inflicting various wounds with a blade on him, that you returned to the Giedi Prime without the expected agreement with Atreides. And, of course, he didn't rat you out. He took the blame. After all, it was his fault. He put your well-being above anything else and ordered to leave Caladan when Lady Jessica became too attentive to you. And he would do it again. He couldn't lose his right hand.

You felt guilty and took care of him. And those few days when you played the role of his nurse were the best ones in his life.

Feyd learned to love pain. Numerous punishments made it impossible for him not to do that. But he loved your gentle touch even more, esepcially when you tried your best to heal him. And he could get a thousand cuts or even more if it was the price of feeling your tender, caring touch on his skin once again.

And lying there with a torn back, looking at your sleeping form next to his bed, ready to meet his every little wish; he promised himself that he would do it. He will feel your hands on his body again. In better, less bloody circumstances. And definitely not with worry staining your beautiful eyes. But desire. Passion. Affection. Maybe even love.

"Uncomfortable, my lord?" You mock him with a little smirk as you both lie on the sand, observing the surroundings.

"Shut up, or I'll put you over my knee." You huff, shaking your head at his words. You know it's the last thing he'll actually do at this point. You use your binoculars to zoom in on a specific sand dune, in the middle of which there should be a Fremen base.

"Someone woke up with his left foot. I thought you'd be more enthusiastic about the upcoming fight." You say, trying to spot any movement, silhouette, or anything that indicates that your informant was right, and this is the place where one of the more important sietches are.

"I am. But it's damn hot here. Besides, sand gets in where it shouldn't." You smile, barely holding back your laughter, as Feyd allows himself to grumble next to you. You squeal in shock as he spanks you. You look away from the dune and give him an offended, shocked look when he chuckles hoarsely at your reaction.

"You're lucky that it's just a desert and that you're not dressed all in black like our soldiers. If this shipment of new equipment, weapons, and uniforms does not arrive this week, I will return to Giedi Prime and slaughter these useless scientists and engineers. Besides, your harpies will probably be more than happy to help you get rid of every little grain of sand from your body."

"Jealous?" He asks as you go back to watching the dunes.

"I wouldn't willingly be around these cannibals even if you paid me." You say, ignoring the fact that he was clearly asking if you were jealous of HIM, not the fact that he has his concubines and you don't. You shiver, feeling his piercing, burning gaze on you.

You're a little annoyed that he's doing practically nothing. Apparently, he too must have felt the effects of spending many weeks in that damn desert, and he had enough. Just like all of you.

"Arrakis brings out your more feisty side… I like it." He takes the binoculars from you and looks in a completely different direction. You snort, trying to see what caught his eye. You frown as you see a sandworm scurrying in the distance. But it wasn't under the sand... "Tell squad six to kill it. Those rats must be moving around again."

"Will you waste the bomb on a sandworm?"

"Only the most important Fremen travel like this. Whoever's on the back of this is not just anyone." You nod. You turn on the communicator and share information with the group, giving them the orders. You feel Feyd's eyes focused on you all the time. You roll your eyes and shift your gaze to his as he continues to stare at you curiously.

"What?"

"You've been here before, right? You may not know the ways of the Fremen, but I can see in your eyes that this planet is no stranger to you."

"The Bene Gesserit prepared us for every circumstance." You answered him deceptively. However, this does not quench his curiosity. And you know that since you're doomed to wait here for a good hour before anything happens, you're doomed to keep him entertained.

"Did they send you to Giedi Prime too?"

"No. But I was often send to Caladan." You say, not realizing how bad a move it was. The wrinkle on his forehead and the gentle tightening of his hand on his blades prove to you what an idiot you are. But you can't keep an eye on the dunes and anticipate his mood swings at the same time. Which he's had quite a lot of since you came to Arrakis. He didn't show it to anyone else, but you could see that the heat was bothering him just as much as it was for all of you.

"Why? Breeding program? Don't tell me you were supposed to be Atreides' pet." He spit out from his mouth the names of the people who were his family's greatest nemeses, as if it were some kind of dead poison. Even though the Atreides were long dead, buried in the sands of Arrakis, he still talked about them with huge hostility.

No. I was supposed to be your pet.

"I don't know." You slide off the sand to get out of sight of your possible opponents. There's no point in observing the area now. You know that your best men and their troops are positioned around you, so you could have left them to make the first attack. For now, you had to defuse a bomb that was about to explode next to you.

"You don't talk about it often. About the Bene Gesserit." He pursues the topic further, following in your footsteps. You both are standing on a small ledge, with your backs pressed against a sandstone. You don't have much space, so you have to rest your arm on his so as not to fall down and crash into the rocks below you.

"I don't want to remember it. I have another life now. Better one." You say, fiddling with your communicator. You issue a surveillance order to the rest of your units and turn it off, waiting for them to notice something. You take the shawl off your head and wipe your sweaty forehead with it.

"I won't let them hurt you again. Or anyone else." You freeze for a moment at his words. All you can do is stare at him in shock as he reaches for your face and grabs your hair. He ties them awkwardly, making sure they don't get in your face. It's a sweet gesture... even too sweet for him. And you wonder how the hell he knows how to tie someone's hair back.

You are about to tie your shawl around your forehead again when Feyd suddenly takes it from you. He wipes the back of your neck and makes sure there isn't a single bead of sweat on your face before he ties your shawl around his wrist.

"Who said they hurt me?" You ask, swallowing. You try to hide the tremble in your voice, but you suddenly become very aware of how close you are to each other. And that you two are completely alone...

"Your eyes and actions tell me more than you can let through your mouth, little witch."

"Shut up, or I'll put you over my knee." You respond with what he told you earlier without thinking much about it.

You gasp in shock as he presses you against the sandstone behind you, guiding the two of you deeper. His dilated pupils, slightly clenched jaw, and rapid breathing confirm how fucked up you are. You've lost your damn guard. Again. And now he will use it to his advantage.

"Oh, my darling little witch… you don't know how much I want you to do this…" He growls in your ear. His nose traces a path from your hair to your neck, inhaling your scent. You shiver as his lips brush against your neck.

"What are you doing?" You moan as he sucks your neck and bites it lightly, leaving a hickey there. He moves his head away from you and looks at the trail he created. He hums lightly, planning where to leave the next one. And another one. And another. And another...

"Shhh... We have a few minutes before they stop bombarding them. Another few before the dust settles and before we enter those rats' canals... let me make sure that my right hand is properly relaxed in the meantime."

As usual, he doesn't give you time to respond. He leans down and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. His chapped lips brush against yours, gently urging you to open your mouth for him. You try to tighten them as best you can, but he somehow manages to bite your lip, which makes him immediately clear the way for his tongue.

You gasp as his hands cup your ass. His fingers dig into your flesh, and you know that if it weren't for the thick tactical suit, it would have left bruises in the shape of his fingers. He picks you up without breaking the kiss and presses you against the stone-sand wall of the small cave.

You moan as his bulge rubs against your clothed core. You dig your fingers into his shoulders, holding yourself up as he peppers your neck with hickeys, grinding against you.

On Giedi Prime, you would struggle with him, trying to break free from his grip. But here, while you've been busy planning, tracking, fighting, and increasing your spice production for the last few weeks, you haven't had any opportunity... to take care of yourself. He wasn't helping either, following you around and acting like a fucking guard dog. And from what you heard from your room next to his in the night, he wasn't denying himself anything. Damn bastard.

What you didn't know was that he was fucking his fist thinking about you all this time because, since the two of you shared a bath, none of his concubines have been able to please him. So he's just as desperate as you are.

You moan as he thrusts into you, especially hard. He also purrs against your neck at the sounds you make. You're well aware that if it didn't take you forever to put your clothes back on, he'd already have you naked beneath him, fucking you wildly and giving you orgasm after orgasm... and you almost want to let him. If only those fucking witches weren't planning on breeding you with him, you would have been riding him wild a long time ago.

At one point, he bites into your neck, making you scream uncontrollably. You blush furiously when he pulls away from your neck with your blood on his full lips and gives you a hungry, lustful look.

"Take off your pants." He orders you. He licks the blood from his lips and leans down to lick the rest from your neck, leaving a few more hickeys on it.

"We… can't… we... battle..." He suddenly stops making any movements, but instead of moving away from you, as you think he will, he grabs you tightly by the throat. He squeezes lightly and leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. He breathes deeply and heavily, nuzzling his nose against yours before opening his eyes to fix his wide pupils on yours.

"Are you defying me?" You shake your head, always being a good soldier. "Good girl. Pants down, or I'll rip them off, and you'll have to walk back to the base without them."

This is a very real threat. And even though you know he would rather kill any man who dares to look at you in this state than expose you to the… lust of the hundreds of men who were on the base, you have no desire to parade around Arrakis with your bare ass. You start to take off your pants, slowly unbuttoning them. He won't even let you take them off of you all the way. As soon as he sees your exposed pussy, he drops to his knees in front of you, holding your hips in a tight grip.

"She blocks me so much when she has a damn spring between her legs… a real desert oasis…" He mumbles, his fingers collecting your wetness. You gasp as he looks you straight in the eye, sucking your juices from his finger. You lick your lips unconsciously, your brain completely stunned by the suddenness of the situation, the lust overwhelming you, the sight of him on his knees for you, as well as the spice in the air.

You don't even protest when he licks the stripe of your pussy and tightens his grip on your hips, pressing his face against your crotch. As he begins to lick and suck on your more sensitive parts, you scratch his scalp with your nails in a vain attempt to grab something. His dark, raspy chuckle against your clit makes you even wetter, as the vibrations and fingers teasing your entrance only fuel your desire.

He eats you like he's really dying of thirst. He brings out in you sounds that you would be ashamed of if you were in a better, saner, more aware state. And you try to maintain the last of your dignity and stifle your moans by placing a hand over your mouth, but he growls in protest and removes your hands so quickly that you have no idea when it happened. He places it on his shoulder, encouraging you to dig your nails into him as he devours you like his life depends on it. Like he would die if he didn't make you cum, lick up every last bit of wetness from between your legs.

At one point, he puts your leg over his shoulder. He's even closer to you (if possible), but you're not really paying attention to what he's doing as long as his mouth and fingers are still working their magic on you. You pull him closer, chasing your sweet release, when suddenly, he pulls away.

You growl in anger, opening your eyes. He's still on his knees in front of you, his face covered in your juices, and he's staring at you hungrily as if his face wasn't buried in your pussy moments ago.

"Say my name." His demand throws you off balance for a moment. You open your mouth to argue with him, to taunt him, but instead you close it quickly, biting your lip as his finger lazily moves in and out of your needy pussy. "Scream my name and I'll let you cum."

You don't want to give in to him like that. You don't want to show any weakness. But his fingers stretch you so wonderfully, hitting your most sensitive spot. You tremble around his fingers, biting your lip until it draws blood, too proud to admit to yourself how weak you were.

You escaped from the Bene Gesserit and from your fate to the only safe place; it's darkest under the lamp. No one in their right mind would willingly hide in the house of the man to whom you were supposed to submit. But it turned out that you were following the path these witches laid out for you anyway. But damn, he made you feel like you'd never felt with any man or woman...

You growl furiously as he removes his fingers again—right when you're finally about to come. He laughs hoarsely, sucking his fingers clean of your wetness.

"You're extending my fun, little witch. You must like it as much as I do." You protest as he dips his fingers inside you again, taking you close the edge again. You grab his neck, trying to pull him towards you, but he just laughs, intensifying the work of his fingers and fending off your feeble attempts to pull his face back to your needy cunt. "You know what you have to do to cum." He reminds you with a cocky smirk, watching your trembling, panting form.

Feyd drinks in the sight of you, so needy and desperate to orgasm. And it's all because of him. Every little moan, the closing of your eyes and the tilt of your head in pleasure, the ragged breathing, the quickening of your heartbeat, the wetness between your legs, the sweet nectar of the gods dripping down your thighs—it was all because of him. His cock hardens as he imagines how you'll react as he pounds into you like an animal in heat, stretching your tight walls for him. How you'll clench around his length and dig your nails into his back to feel him as close to you as possible. Or when you swell beautifully with his heir...

He will have you there. Willingly. He will prepare you as he is now; he will fuck out of you any thought until nothing except the desire for him remains.

"Feyd..." You moan as he unconsciously speeds up the movements of his fingers, thrusting them into you at breakneck speed. He smiles, blowing air at your pussy, making you moan even louder.

"Again." He demands, licking the small trail of your juices that has formed on your thighs. He welcomes the way you wet his hand and your shawl that was wrapped around his wrist. He'll save it for later this night.

"Feyd!" You pull on his head and he obliges. He couldn't be cruel to you in this state.

You come suddenly, quickly, and intensely. Your vision is blurry and unclear, and your blood is rushing through you as you moan loudly, holding on to him with all your might.

The next thing you know, he's holding you tightly by your trembling legs as he lowers you to his lap. You straddle him, hugging him tightly as you breathe slowly, trying to get back to a state of relative using after he fucked the orgasm of your life out of you. You hide your face in his neck, too disappointed in yourself to see the proud smirk on his face. He lazily rubs your back, holding you as you regain your strenght.

"You owe me, little witch. And you know, I always collect my debt." He growls hoarsely in your ear and presses a kiss on your temple. You can smell your scent on him. You blush, embarrassed, as you can feel desire rising in you again. "No response? Not a single malicious comment? Did I make you come so hard that now you are speechless? Are you really just a little mouse in need of my attention under that strong witch façade?"

"I'm not a fucking mouse." You snap at him in anger, finally coming to your senses.

"So that's the first one. Even better for me." He stands up, slowly carrying you from his lap to the ground. He reaches for your pants and helps you put them on. He grabs your hands and pulls you closer to him. You can't stand alone. You can't fucking stand alone. He laughs as he realises it, which irritates you to the point where you can't control yourself anymore.

"Shut up." You use your voice on him before you bite your tongue to stop yourself. Silence falls between you for a moment. You swallow, realising what you've done. You open your mouth to explain yourself, but, as usual, he beats you to it.

"Hmm… interesting. So you have that fire in you…" He tangles his hand in your hair and watches you closely, fascinated by the way you used your voice on him for the first time. "As sweet as I thought. Better than any water… Use that voice on me in a way I don't like, and I will really punish you, little witch. And this time, it will only be pleasant for me. Understood?" You nod your head with clenched teeth. "Good girl. Let's go. I believe they stopped dropping bombs right when you came on my face and fingers." He brags, letting you go when he sees you can stand on your own. You roll your eyes, realising how often he'll brag about it. You draw your blade and follow him, looking forward to hunting for Fremen.

You try to ignore the sand that… got where he was a few seconds ago and where he had it himself too. Damn bastard.

You walk through the corridors of your base. You're covered in blood, but it doesn't bother you much. Maybe a little when you remember that you will have to remove clotted blood from your hair. You sigh, adjusting the scarf around your neck that you took from some fremen to hide the hickeys as you walk to the war room to give new orders to the soldiers.

The Sietch has been completely destroyed by you. You murdered most of the fremen, and those left alive were taken prisoner... or to the camp brothel. You preferred not to go into details.

As you walk through the halls, you hear rustling behind you. You take a few slow steps and turn around, with your hand on your dagger, only to see na-Baron's harpies. You tense up as you watch the three women carefully and distrustfully.

"How can I help you?" You ask them, trying to avoid showing them genuine disgust and hostility. After all, they had somehow kept Feyd away from you… for now.

"The little witch is in trouble…"

"Our master will be very angry with her…"

"Maybe he'll even let us suck her bones when he's done with her…"

They say one by one, tilting their heads as they observe you. You shiver slightly, but you quickly adopt a hostile, intimidating stance, not caring much about what they say. They may have been cannibals, but you were a trained soldier and killer. You would kill them in a heartbeat if they weren't useful to you in some way.

"What do you want, vultures?" You growl at them, expecting them to get scared and return to their master's chamber, waiting for him like faithful dogs.

"The little witch's friend is here…"

"Our master is interrogating her…"

"And he learns very interesting things about the witch."

"When he's done with her, he'll be ours again."

"We will eat her meat and feast, celebrating our victory."

And what really should scare you more is the part about them saying they're going to eat you, but all you can think about is that friend he's interrogating. Another Bene Gesserit? Impossible. You made sure that everyone who came into contact with you either believed you were dead or forgot that you existed. Except for one… No. No, that wasn't possible.

"I have the blood of hundreds of rats on me. Get out of my sight unless you want yours to adorn my armor. And believe me… I will do it with great pleasure. I bet your master would fuck me on your corpse as a reward." You snap at them, still processing what may have been happening in the interrogation room. If your suspicions were true... you didn't even want to think about it. This couldn't be happening. You're paranoid. After so many years of keeping everything a secret... you couldn't lose control that easily.

You pay them no further attention and continue walking, ignoring their hisses and mocking laughter as you change your plans and head to the interrogation room.

You had to run away. As far away from here as possible. But if you do, he will chase after you. And when he finds you, and there is no doubt that he will, he will gut you and throw your remains to his harpies.

So you couldn't escape. You had to face him and try to tame him somehow. But how the hell are you going to explain to him that you ran away from the Bene Gesserit with him because you didn't want to be his concubine? Maybe a few years ago he would have understood it, but now that he has found this strange obsession with you, how could you get out of this situation? He'll cut you up before you even try to say anything.

You pass soldiers standing at the door of the interrogation room. They nod at you, letting you in as you hesitantly walk over to see for yourself if the situation is actually as dire as you think.

You feel the cold metal door on your back as it closes behind you with a bang. You freeze in place, swallowing nervously, as you see the Fremen Reverend Mother handcuffed to a chair. What scares you much more than the fact that it is really a Bene Gesserit is that it's Lady Jessica. Your former trainer in that sick sisterhood.

Feyd is standing right in front of her. His hands are gripped tightly around his daggers, and his gaze is focused on the woman in front of him. He strokes the blade of his dagger with his thumb as he is lost in his thoughts. He behaved as if he were completely oblivious to you, but you know him better than to even think for a while that he didn't notice your entrance. But he doesn't say anything as he continues to stare at her intently.

"She can tell you that herself. Right, Y/N?" Lady Jessica looks at you, raising an eyebrow defiantly. Even captured, she looks proud, as if she were the one who had power over what was happening in the room. "I should thank you. If it weren't for you, Paul would never have taken over the Kwisatz Haderach's way. No matter how hard I tried..."

"Feyd…" You ignore her and walk over to Harkonnen. You place a hand on his shoulder, but he just flinches at your touch, moving away from you. His eyes were fixed on the floor; he wasn't giving you even a single glance.

"I'm not surprised. If they sent me to breed with such a monster, I would also run away... not necessarily into his arms, but I really admire your skillful mind. To come up with such intrigue. No one would ever imagine that a little scared girl would run straight into the lion's mouth to take shelter there. I remember how you cried down my skirt when you found out what your mission was. I never would have imagined that my apprentice would go so far."

"Silence!" You shout at her, using the voice, and surprisingly, you succeed. You don't have time to try to understand what just happened—that you used your voice against a much stronger woman than you, the Reverend Mother. You walk up to Feyd and cup his cheek with your hand, forcing him to look at you.

His gaze is blank. He's wearing his mask, blocking out any emotions that might get through and reveal what he's thinking. He takes your hand and moves it away from his face, pushing you away from him like a bug.

"Would you like to see a monster, concubine of the Atreides? I'll be more than happy to show you one…" Before either of you can react, Feyd swings, creating a long gash across her chest. The woman gasps in shock, placing her hand on her wound, from which blood is now flowing down on the floor.

Before you can take a breath to talk some sense into him, he plunges the blade into her chest. You tremble as you hear the sound of cracked bones under the movement of his dagger and the witch's screams.

You don't do anything. You just stand there, watching as Feyd takes out his anger on her, disembowelling her. The metallic smell of blood hits your nostrils, but even that doesn't cause you to react. All you can do is stand and watch. And wait for your turn.

You feel sick as Lady Jassica's screams remind you of your friends who died on Arrakis. You deny what's happening in front of you as your thoughts return to that fateful day.

You weren't sent to Arrakis to try to survive. No, the plan created by Bene Gesserit was much worse. You were sent there to kill each other. This sick test was intended to eliminate weak individuals, leaving only one Bene Gesserit alive, the one who was the strongest among the young generation of women trained by these mad witches.

You were sent on one ship, thrown into the desert with weapons and one bottle of water, as an act of mercy. There were fifty of you. You killed half of them. Or at least that's what the Reverend Mothers told you after the Sisterhood took you back from there..

You were the only one left alive.

From that day on, you promised yourself that you would never let them control your life or make you go through these tests again. You didn't want to take part in their sick games ever again. You preferred to die rather than become their tool again, a monster that blindly follows their orders.

You never wanted to feel powerless or furiously frustrated again.

And now, standing there and staring blankly as Feyd killed the woman who was your mentor in front of you, you felt as if you were once again that helpless girl who is forced to do as she is told and who has no power over anything that is happening around her.

You flinch as blood reaches your shoes. You look up to see Na-Baron turning towards you. Blood was dripping down his armour as he cleaned his blades on her clothes, which were already soaked in blood.

For a moment, you delude yourself, thinking that it's not what you think. That he didn't actually discover the truth about your past in the Bene Gesserit by accident. That everything will be all right, just how it used to.

But by the look in his icy-blue eyes, you know he knows. He gives you the same angry, bloodthirsty glare that he gives his victims moments before they die. But there's something else there. Pain. Betrayal. Without knowing why, you feel a flood of guilt wash over you, outweighing your fear. But you didn't owe him anything. No loyalty or sincere devotion.

You gasp as he pushes you against the wall and presses the knife to your neck, breathing heavily. You feel it gently pierce your skin, causing blood to leak from the wound and run down your neck. He doesn't move away. He doesn't bend down to lick it off your skin. He presses further and harder, looking straight into your eyes. And you don't know if he's just testing you or if he really wants to kill you.

Suddenly, fucking him wasn't the worst solution to the situation you found yourself in...

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animehideout · 3 months

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Gojo NSFW alphabet? Pretty please.

GOJO SATORU NSFW ALPHABETS

A/n: Thank you anon for this request, I hope you like it 🥹❤️‍🔥.

Warnings 🔞⚠️: SMUT NSFW MDNI

Note : If your request isn't posted yet it's because I'm still working on them, thank you for your understanding and patience 🤍.

A= Aftercare ( How is he like after sex?)

After a rough session Gojo would treat you right. He'll spoil you. He'll get you whatever you want, snacks, water, chocolate, takeouts? Literally anything you crave. He's a giant so he will cuddle you, and you can't escape his arms.

B= Body part: ( His favorite part of your body?)

He loves every part of your body, but your thighs are his favorite. He likes to burry his head between them. He likes to pinch them, squeeze them and bite your inner thighs a lot. Your thighs both calm him and excite him depending on his mood.

C= Cum: (Where he would prefer to cum?)

Definitely your face! He finds it extremely hot and attractive. It would turn him on more and gets him hard again at the spot. Just the sight of you under him while your face drips with his cum makes him go crazy, especially if there's some on your lips and you lick it, damn he would definitely go for another session, a harder and more rough one.

D= Dirty talk:

He's so into dirty talk, like he won't shut up while you're both fucking the shit out of each other. He's very playful, so exepct a lot of teasing. He's a confident man but dirty talk boosts his confidence even more, and it makes him feel very dominant. He's rough so he would give commands and makes you do as he says.

“Oh you think you can handle me? Okay then but don't say I didn't warn you”

“Oh you're enjoying that? my little slut”

“Come on turn around now, face down”

“Feel me fucking pound it”

E= Experience: ( Is he experienced? )

He's a busy man, he works often so he doesn't have time to get into shallow relationships or even one night stands so I don't think he's very experienced, but he's rather naturally good at it. Maybe because he's confident in his body and abilities and he follows his flow so everything turns out to be perfect for him. So when he gets into a serious relationship he'll give you the best sex of your life.

F= Favorite Position:

Oh Gojo got many favorite positions and he's good at each one of them. No matter what position it is, he'll reach your G-spot and make you scream from pleasure. But if I had to mention some positions, I'd say Against the wall?! He likes it when your back hits the hard wall from how rough he's pushing his length inside you while your legs are wrapped around his torso. Also I would say missionary! He likes being on top of you while he looks at how flustered expressions and the fuck faces you make.

G= Goofy: ( Is he goofy during sex? )

Goofy like playful but definitely not vanilla. He's rough, but at the same time chill. Idk if you get it, but like he's rough in a teasing way and not the very serious way. The type that makes you both smirk.

H= Hygiene:

This man is very hygienic, he cares a lot about his appearance and cleanliness and down there as well. He makes sure he's well groomed / shaved. Also his body smells really nice, like you'd be sniffing him the whole time when he's on top of you. His scent is sweetly intoxicating. In return he prefers his partner to shave/ wax as well.

I= Intimacy:

He can be sweet if you want him to be. But most of the time he's rough. He's a man with a lot of responsibilities hanging on his shoulders, so he'd like some tough relief you know, to take everything out. And he does, when he fucks you hard. Would ask for consent first of course.

J= Jerk off:

He would masturbate very often at the thought of you. Since he's always at work, both of you won't be having a regular sex life so to relieve himself when he misses you, he sneaks somewhere and pleasures himself imagining that you're the one giving him a hand job.

K= Kink:

Moaning? your moans turn him on more and more and encourages him to fasten his pace. Your whimpers / screams / panting boosts his confidence, proving that he's fucking you right. Also he's into praise words ( receiving ), oh man just tell him that you like the way his dick slide in and out of you, just tell him how good he makes you feel, tell him that you want only his dick inside of you and see how he's gonna make you see stars.

L= Location: (His fav place to have sex)

Anywhere! But his favorites are in the shower room, pounding you against the cold wall or in the backseat of the car, he loves how the windows turn foggy after literally destroying you.

M= Motivation : (What turns him on?)

When you bend in front of him to get something. Intentional or not, it would get him instantly hard. He just loves your body so much and wants to appreciate in every way including sex

N= No: ( Something he wouldn't do)

Threesome or more are a big no no for him. He would never share you with anyone. He believes that you're his and he's yours. End of discussion.

O= Oral sex:

Of course Gojo enjoys giving head and pleasuring you but not as much as when he's the one getting it. He's a bit greedy and very egoistic so yeah he'd care a lot about his own pleasure and you have to do a great job and suck the cum out of his dick. He likes the feeling of your hands and lips around his length, while he throws his head back in satisfaction while his orgasm builds up. He likes to challenge himself, so he give you the green light till he reaches his breaking point that gets him begging for you to stop.

P= Pace:

Starts slow but then turns fast real quick. He's not worried about making you cum fast, because he'd go for many rounds and makes you cum over and over again.

Q= Quickies:

As I said Gojo is a busy man so you don't have a regular sex life, so he'd grasp the chance whenever you see each other. Even if he's seeing you for a few minutes, both of you would sneak somewhere and have a quick sex. Of course he'll make it up for you with a long ass passionate night when you have time for yourselves.

R= Risks:

I feel like Gojo is open to try new things with you, anything except involving another individual in your sex life. So by risks I mean like he might try public sex, pleasuring you under the table during an important meeting.

S= Stamina:

This man doesn't sleep, he's got a lot of energy, so he can go as long as you can handle. Does he ever get tired? no. So you better prepare yourself for a long night.

T= Toy:

I can't see him using any toys on himself or on you. When he's pleasuring you he prefers using his mouth, tongue and fingers and not toys, nothing else can fuck you expect for him. He believes that a piece of plastic won't get the job done.

U= Unfair:

Satoru is the biggest tease ever. He likes to annoy you. Sometimes, he might edge you till you start begging and pleading for him to make you cum. He's so damn good at it. And he knows how to use his teasing into making you more horny and needy for him.

V= Volume: (Is he loud?)

Satoru is so damn loud. He'd moan, groan, growl, whimper... anything. He likes how your moans harmonize together, it's like music to his ears and it pushes him to his limits. He's not shy or embarrassed, nah he wants you to hear his moans, he knows very well how it turns you on. He'd moan into your ear, also breathes heavily which is so fucking attractive. Even if you're not making love he'd occasionally moan in your ear to make you all flustered.

W= Wildcard:

Despite being a confident man, not easily offended and no one can compare to him, he's still a pretty jealous type. Even though he knows no one can get near you or compete with him or steal you away, whenever someone looks at you in a not very likable way he'd get pissed off and turns on his protective mode. If you dare to tease him and make him jealous on purpose, you already know what's waiting for you. Yep, definitely jealous sex, and if he can't contain himself till you get home then he would literally make out with you in public while everyone is watching. Gojo doesn't really give a single fuck, he'll devoure you, slip tongue, steal your breath away while he's kissing you hungry kisses.

X= X-rays:

He's a big guy so you know what to expect. Your eyes would be wide open the first time you saw him. It is indeed huge and thick, got you nervous and wondering how it would fit inside of you but it did.

Y= Yearning:

He's always ready for you to take him. Always ready for sex with you when you're in the mood of course. Due to his schedule he won't be able to be with you everyday so that accumulation of a long ass week of missing you and wanting to be inside you got him all ready and horny for when he sees you.

Z= Zzz:

Nah he won't fall asleep immediately after that. He'll pamper you first, take care of you and make sure you're comfortable and not hurt after being a total freak in bed. He'll put you to sleep and watches over you then he'll fall asleep if he managed to.

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Chapter 7: Silent Violence is Humbled

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

WARNINGS: Tension, Angst, emotional discomfort, fluff and comfort towards the end, Strained friendships, verbal abuse, character introspection, character study, anger, hurt, family dynamics.

Summary: Karma keeps it's siege, and a new milestone hits the mark.

A/N: So. sorry for the delay, had to make some reports for my internship (I'm almost done and out with it 🥹 yay.)

Leaving the hospital wasn't precisely good. A new debt was added to your already trembling credit and to top it off, you were left with meds, a scheduled appointment with a therapist and a plethora of vitamins and supplements.

Of course you had reported everything but the gruesome details to your immediate boss. Not that she didn't sound convinced, rather shocked you were in the hospital.

You only could hope complications wouldn't be a regular guest in your life and bank account.

"I can hear you thinking from here. You ok?" MJ mumbled as she stirred a couple of eggs into the pan. You stared into the endless and spiralling void. Picking at the hospital's pale blue plastic band around your wrist.

You had spaced out as soon as you got home, the remnants of the perilous encounter with Miguel somehow still remained etched to your skin and mind. Unable to let go completely.

"I think I'll start looking for a better paying job somewhere else."

MJ watched you for a second, "You'll quit Alchemax?"

With a groan, you slouched on the dining table, placing a hand ontop of your head

"I'd love to, but I can't yet. Not until I have something certain anyways. Gotta suck it up for a bit more."

"I'll help you look up on other companies, who knows maybe we find a better thing for you. I don't feel comfortable with you being there with that crazy asshole working in there too. Do you want extra bacon?"

"Pretty please. Thank you, MJ. And yeah, if you're not a scientist in Alchemax, you're basically another exploited worker."

"Stop thanking me. You're my best friend. And I'll help, let me ask Peter if he knows about something somewhere."

She served the breakfast and placed the plate before you. Mayday announced her awakening with a mumble, her tiny hands rubbed her eyes to then look around sleepily, until her blue eyes met MJ.

You couldn't help but stare at the motherly displaying ritual.

Mayday's eyes lit up, shining brighter as MJ approached with a genuine smile that only matched her daughter's.

Your best friend enveloped her little girl in her arms, showering her in affection, earning her a couple of lovely squeals.

"Rested well, sweetheart?"

"Ma ma"

Those syllables alone made your heart leap as a myriad of emotions flooded your brain. The concept you had of it wasn't nothing alike what you were witnessing. There wasn't unnecessary yelling, cussing or physical abuse. All the opposite. A little rush of envy coursed through, but it faded quickly as it came.

It was odd, really. To behold such intimate moment of bonding between the both. It came so natural, full of love and everything you, sometimes at your age still were getting acquainted with. Patience, understanding and caring.

Mayday rested her head on MJ's shoulder and stared at you. Like seizing you for the first time ever, paying attention to your very moves, curious, scrutinizing your soul with her lovely and innocent eyes, leaving no room for disingenuous acts.

You gulped

"Hello" You waved coyly and your heart trembled with something unknown as she giggled your way, approving of your presence. She knew no evil nor judgement. Mayday didn't judge you. Just like her mother. She was pure joy.

"When's the shrink's appointment?"

MJ's voice snapped you out of your mutinied thoughts.

"Uh in a month or two." You mumbled while digging in your breakfast. It tasted like utter love and heaven after having nothing in your stomach for more than a day, and your stomach tolerated it well.

"Are you nervous?" MJ fed Mayday with the bottle, your mind subconsciously took notes of the way she held, fed and talked to her.

"Very. Not a fan of spilling my issues to strangers, even if it's their job."

"I know it might be difficult for you, considering the shitty attention you had before with them. But if the doctor says so, you must do it."

"I know." Your lips sighed, heavy with resignation to then purse into a tiny smile, " I just wanna move on, you know?"

"You will, I know so. You're strong, sweetie. Now eat up and drink your vitamins."

You chuckled, feeling her maternal instinct through the table.

"I think I'm already gaining weight."

MJ chortled as she wiped Mayday's cheek and lips, to then kiss the tip of her nose.

"Wait until you get your feet swollen, the hormone changes. Acne on your back, and the need to jump on-"

"Ok! ok, got it." Your cheeks flushed as the redhead just laughed now at your embarrassment.

"It won't be easy, but you'll get used to some stuff. You'll see."

-----

If there was something that Peter wouldn't openly admit, was the fact he disliked Miguel's sense of disposition of his time.

Sometimes his friend's hubristic demands had him juggling between his own time and his family.

Peter hated when Miguel simply let him know he was on his way. He didn't care if he was busy or was about to be, but also meant one thing. Stress was eating Miguel alive and he, as his best friend, was the only he could rely onto to take away such heavy burden.

With a sigh, Peter prepared mentally for the night. Specially to give his ever patient wife an explanation of a sudden visit. As if the universe made sure MJ and Miguel to never properly meet beyond pleasantries. If they had seen and meet eachother a couple of times was too many.

MJ was either out because of work, leaving him and Mayday alone, or the days and hours Miguel visited were when MJ was already asleep or too busy to sit and socialise with her husband's friends.

Peter has known Miguel for a couple of years by now, and still things didn't change.

He put a couple of beers to cool, then stirred the pasta. Miguel wasn't a picky eater, yet it made Peter stress over the food choice. But MJ wanted pasta and he was none to ignore his wife's whims over his friend's.

How long has it been since he saw Miguel? Months? Half a year? He didn't remember, but hoped that he wouldn't stay too long. Work had chewed, ate and spat him on the floor way too many times to count today.

His shoulders slumped, defeated before hia daughter's sweetness when Mayday gave him a toothy grin, he returned the smile, although tiredly.

"Let's get you some dinner."

He held his daughter in one arm, as he served a bit of noodles in her favorite spider-ham bowl and somw juice in her sippy cup. Peter put her in her chair and placed the food before her just in time as the doorbell rang.

"It's not that I don't like him, you know? I'm just tired today." Peter mumbled to himself and Mayday as he scratched his stubble and walked over the door.

May could only look at him, curious, bur the bright colors of her cup demanded her attention. To his little surprise, the man in question was there, scrolling through his phone in the meantime. Dressed in a casual button shirt, dark jeans and dress shoes, holding a small bag of sweets as a gift.

"Could you please start letting me know when you're coming over from now on? It's not that hard."

Peter's frustration wafted through his words as Miguel chuckled and followed him, the smell of cologne tickled the host's nose, almost a bit too pungent.

"Had to. Needed a distraction. Here"

He handed the paper bag to him, full of artisanal mexican sweets. At least this time, Miguel was thoughtful enough to bring something he knew Peter liked.

But it also meant one thing. A long night ahead.

With a sigh and defeated shoulders, Peter went to the kitchen, rummaging through the simple glassware to fetch a couple of glasses.

"I have... soda, apple juice, can't give you the beer until Mayday's asleep."

Miguel just quirked a brow and went for water. It was kinda bothersome for him how something so trivial as drinking a beer was a forbidden thing among parents whenever their children were around.

Overprotection and alienation from such things would only make them curious if anything. At least that's how it worked for Miguel. Still, it was Peter's home, and he had to play by the unspoken parenting rules his friend followed to a T.

How inconvenient

Miguel's eyes wandered through the table to land on Mayday. As a happy kid she was, the sauce was smeared all over her cheeks and chin, even her hands and forearms. Some noodles hung on her chin.

Even though his logical side appealed towards a scientific fact about babies discovering everything through their hands and mouth, the sole idea of having to deal with it on a daily basis and probably at every hour the kid would be awake and eating, made his eyes to tear away from the child and sigh, relieved he didn't have to cope with that sort of problem.

He had done his part, and against all logic, you had decided to keep the baby.

Pendeja. (Dumbass)

He huffed, annoyed to none but himself.

What would you do? It wasn't his problem anymore. He had more important things to think about than you and your stupid choices. His jaw clenched.

" You're gonna scare Mayday if you keep glaring like that."

Peter spoke as he cleaned up his daughter after feeding her with some bits of sausages. Miguel sighed as his arms untangled from his chest. A habit he subconsciously adopted as he was way too deep in negative thoughts. He gave his body some slack. He had came here in order to relax amd distract himself.

"Wanna tell me what happened or you wanna wait by having some pasta?"

In fact, now that Miguel was here he could take a good look at the scene before him. Peter had changed so much to the point of transforming himself into a completely different persona.

There was no more staying up past one am, lost in beers and talking about whatever thing alcohol made him spill out of his mouth. Reluctantly, good days. And now Peter was serving him some overcooked pasta that somehow tasted good. Even for him.

Hypocrite.

His mind reprimanded himself. He had wanted kids once but now seeing how it changed and rewired the brain chemistry and your fiasco, the thought of them had been shoved to the very back of his priorities. He had a career and money to make, not play house amd happy family with a stranger.

As much as Peter was his only true friend, he didn't want to look awful and perpetually tired because of a kid, like him.

With a sigh he dug on the food while staring at the both. The tangy smell of the sauce induced the little hunger he ate the pasta. A couple of minutes later passed when the key's tinkering echoed from the main door, revealing none other than MJ balancing a couple of paper bags in hands.

Miguel watched as Peter immediately rushed to her side and helped her out, while welcoming her with a kiss.

"Smells good!" MJ chirped and made her way towards the kitchen, Mayday's eyes lit up as soon as she saw her mama. A bubbly squeal received her when MJ ruffled her fiery curls and took her in her arms, rattling Miguel's ears.

"Hello there, precious" MJ kissed her cheek but then focused her gaze on Miguel. He tensed briefly to then give a polite smile.

"Hey."

MJ nodded and gave her respective hello back. Peter came into the dinning table with an awkward smile. He didn't need to explain the presence of his friend to his wife, as she quickly picked up the cue to get Mayday to sleep.

For some reason, the energy in the room was suffocating. As if Miguel was the black hole sucking the life and energy out of everything even without intending. Yet, Peter tried to shoo the negative aura that lurked around ominously by unpacking the groceries as he talked to MJ

"How was your day?"

"Good, a bit tiresome. But definitely better now than I'm home."

"Want extra cheese in your pasta? Oh! Miguel got us some candies."

MJ smiled politely at him, "Thanks for that. I loved the eh... Maz-uhpan?"

"Mazapán." he corrected gently.

"That thing. Peter, dear can you get the tub ready for May?"

It was Peter's cue to meet her in private.

"Excuse me." She took Mayday and Peter followed, leaving Miguel alone for a moment. Giving him a break from unwanted displays of family dynamics.

Once in the bathroom and away from prying eyes and ears, MJ cleared her throat

"Before you get angry, I didn't know he was coming until fourty five minutes ago."

MJ quirked a brow knowingly and huffed.

"I know. Still, the least he could do is to let us know he's coming over, Pete."

Peter nodded while rubbing his face, tiredly.

"I'm sorry, ok? Will make him go away soon. He's not having a good time right now."

MJ rolled her eyes while Peter added some soap to the water.

"Yeah, he only comes for a visit whenever he needs something out of you."

"MJ" Peter grunted the silent plea. 'Not now.'

She chuckled and kissed his cheek, "You know it's true. But, if it works for you, then ok. Just don't stay up past one. You snore too loud whenever you get little sleep."

"Relax, he probably just want to ramble, take a beer and leave."

"Alright, alright. He could tone his perfume a bit though. I can smell him from here. Go have fun."

-----

The beers clinked in the table, their taste numbed briefly Miguel's throat and tongue. It burned good as the sour liquid rolled down his esophagus, while Peter rambled on about the many pictures he showed him of Mayday.

Not that he didn't appreciate Peter's attempt to make him forget whatever problems were pestering his mind. But if honest, he grew tired after the sixth photo.

"You should have another."

That made Peter shut up and he chuckled.

"No no. With her is enough."

"You sound regretful."

Miguel mumbled as he finished his beer, Peter shook his head vehemently.

"At all. I know I look like shit, Mig. Still, would do it all over again. Like, look at this!" Peter got the screen close to his bored face with another picture and Miguel pushed it away softly.

"Yeah, she's a pretty girl. Got it."

"You don't get it. Once a kid shows up, everything changes."

You've got no idea...

His mind replied, as his body tensed once more.

"Have you talked about this with Dana?"

The name only made the urge to down the other beer in a go, but his mind almost slapped some sense into him and reminded him this wasn't his home.

MJ's steps alerted both men briefly as she came for her extra bowl of soggy pasta and wash Mayday's bottles.

"We broke up." He stated simply with a disdainful shrug

"What the fuck?

MJ turned to Peter, a brow quirked at his choice of words but focused again on the bottle.

"Miguel, you texted me, saying you were looking for wedding venues with Dana. And now you're single again?"

MJ's breath hitched.

Dana

Oh God

Dana D'Angelo.

Miguel's fiance. And the one that slapped you.

MJ had been so busy with work and her motherly duties that totally forgot about her husband's companion.

Miguel.

The man that only relied on her husband's company whenever life was too much for him. An acquaintance that she had only seen a couple of times and shared the same roof as her, although briefly in the few times Peter invited him over.

And also, the man that had gotten you pregnant, and had sent you to the hospital in a fit of rage. The very man that was causing you so much pain, had taken a place on her table, with her family and now was talking comfortably with her husband about his failed love, thanks to none other but himself.

Her heart wrenched and beat so fast in between powerful contractions that it made her breath shaky.

A monster was in her home. A terrible man had waltzed into her safe space and was tainting with his rottenness everything he touched, with his pungent and hubristic smell. His cologne and attitude only made her stomach churn.

"It didn't work out."

She turned to see him, unbelieving in her green eyes. So well behaved, ever polite and not an ounce of guiltiness in his judging stare. Entitled even, as if the world owed him just cause he existed. MJ understood now why it was so easy for you to fall into his trap, but the anger that clawed at her brain was greater than anything she had experienced before.

How dared he come into her home and play the victim when he had forsaken you and his child? How dared he disrupt the natural balance in her house with his mere presence?

"She was getting too annoying for me, anyways. Always behaving crazy." Miguel gestured with a terse movement of his hand before slicking his dark brown strands back.

Oh, how dared he. Those last words made her patience thread to stretch impossibly thin, that it broke.

"Well of course she'll act crazy! You fucking cheated on her!." MJ's hands balled tight at her sides, and glared daggers at Miguel.

Both men snapped to look in her way.

Miguel's eyes widened and Peter blinked almost stupidly at his wife and then at his friend that seemed like a deer caught in the headlights. Few little things in life managed to surprise Miguel, and MJ exposing his dirtiest secret to the only person he trusted outside Dana so carelessly and abruptly, had definitely caught him off guard.

"W-What?"

"He cheated on Dana, Peter."

Miguel swallowed thickly, a shaky breath turned into a steady one, anger coursing through his veins, his mahogany eyes narrowed.

Not them too...

He rubbed his face and hair again, trying to remain composed. If Dana had came for him and gave him no truce, MJ went straight to the jugular. Remorselessly for the kill.

How did she know?

A new wave of fury washed over him at the sudden implication his mind was brewing with, his hand clawed at his bouncing knee.

Did she know you?

What a sick, twisted and small world he lived in. Of course she did. Or else he wouldn't be here, trying to come up with a reply to his shocked friend. But he was cut short from everything, even thinking.

"You don't know shit." Miguel couldn't help but hiss, and his words were enough to throw Peter's patience out the window.

"That's my wife you're talking to, pal." Peter scowled, flabbergasted at Miguel's words as he stood with a warning finger waving at his... friend?, "Tone it the fuck down."

"She doesn't know what she's talking about, Pete!"

Miguel felt ridiculous, not only cause the now constant need of explaining himself, but the absurdity of the situation. He was holding his friend's arm, trying to get Peter to believe him, just like he did with Dana.

But Peter was focused into getting MJ calmed down as she kept cussing his way

"Of course I know, asshole!" She spat, "I know enough of you to say how much of a piece of shit you are!"

That definitely earned her a growl "Whatch your fucking tone"

"Or what?! You'll try and hurt me too like you did with (Name)?! My friend has been suffering nonstop because of your pathetic excuses of being a man!"

If the many years prior to marry MJ taught Peter something, was that if she used foul language meant she was beyond pissed, and rightfully so. She wasn't one for cursing, and things surely would end up terribly wrong.

"You cheated your fiancé, got my best friend pregnant and demanded her to get an abortion-"

"Wait... You... you did what?" Peter's eyes widened and hardened, Miguel was cornered as Peter faced him, still containing his wife.

"No, no. That's bullshit!" Miguel's hand gestured as the other anchored to his hip. His poor attempt of bravery did nothing but set the fire ablaze in its full glory, it all had caught him so off guard he barely could think of comebacks to fend for himself.

"God... You're such a fucking liar!" Peter held MJ back as she seethed, trying to get a hold of Miguel, "I was there at the clinic with her! Cause she tried to correct your fucking mess!"

"I tried to fix-"

"You don't get shit fixed by writing her a fucking check and tell her to get rid of your child! Man the fuck up already! She's so under so much pressure now-"

"Because she's so stupid and chose to fucking keep that thing!" roared Miguel. Tired of being cornered without his usual pretense of control. Shoulders heaving with shaky and wrathful breaths, realizing the mistake he just did.

Peter glowered at him. Not only had he dared to yell at his wife but had been lying to him this whole time. And Mayday was crying. The commotion had been too great that woke her up.

Another pillar in his life was crumbling around, shaking the little constants he still remained with, to their very core.

Peter seized with him a look he had never seen before in his apparently dumb face. Disgust. He was about to protest but Peter's question only brought him to a too bright and unwanted spotlight.

"Is that true?" The tinge in Parker's voice held nothing but utter disbelief, not accusing, but skeptical. As if realizing he was being fooled this whole time as well. Peter slapped Miguel's hands away as he tried to reach for him again.

Shit

His aloof act had spreaded way too fast that didn't give it time to properly root and settle on his inner's circle brains ro control later. Peter growled at the stretching and pregnant silence.

"I'm fucking talking to you." The hard push of his hand made him sway softly, "Is that true!?"

Miguel's eyes widened. Peter's bravado and anger was something he didn't know until now. If honest, Miguel thought of him a complete goof that did everything his wife told him to. A complete mandilón.

If MJ told him to bark, he would and even do a flip while at it. But this man before him was different. Confident, authoritative, honorable, pushing his patience to new limits and oh so disgusted at his actions. A true father and man, unlike him.

A reluctant daddy.

Miguel really had a hard time grasping the magnitude of his doings and how they affected others, cause his remorse was absent. Everything he should be feeling at this collective verbal berating was gone. He was more focused in the defensive than offensive, and he failed.

Upon Miguel's silence, Peter just stared at him and sighed. He wasn't worth it.

"You need to leave, Miguel."

Ash soured the aforementioned throat. A thick lump knotted tightly on Miguel's windpipe.

"What? You're believing every word that comes out of her just like that?"

The question itself was stupid, he knew much so. But Peter didn't budge, in fact, he didn't even look at him as MJ went to fetch her daughter.

"You gotta be kidding me, Parker"

"Am I fucking joking? No. Leave." He shimmied away from Miguel's grasping hands with a disgruntled growl

"Look, I know I fucked up, okay-"

"Damn right you did" Peter pushed him away once more

"Can you listen?! " Tanned fingers sunk on Peter's arms forcefully, preventing him from escaping further, but that only earned him a powerful shove that made him nearly fall. Unlike you, that barely moved him an inch .

"Not this time. I talk and you listen. My home, my rules. Don't like it, get the fuck off." Peter hissed, the day's misfortunes and stress had piled up in his brain and Miguel's actions did nothing but set it all on fire.

"You can't just come into my house unannounced, yell at my wife for calling you out and your bullshit and expect me to remain quiet." His hands moved frantically, "You can't go around acting stupid, being a shitty friend, hurting people and believing the world owes you shit, Miguel!"

Peter turned his back on him, breathing deeply, trying to control the rising anger, finally breaking contact. His shoulders slumped with defeat.

"I knew you were an asshole, but c'mon man... Your own child? Really?" His blue eyes felt like an iceberg caressing upon seizing him a over his shoulder.

"Y dale con la misma pendejada... I did what I thought was right, okay?!" Miguel protested, trying to appeal to that good side that definitely lacked right now.

Peter turned again and stepped in a few strides closer to him, fear lacked in his glare, instead a fiery and scorching fury burned within

"Manning up is the right thing." His calm seething only made Miguel gulp, "Owing your mistakes is the right thing to do!" Peter's voice raised an octave louder

"What kind of fucked up logic is to think you can choose to cheat but choose to not face the consequences?!" Peter jabbed with force his index finger at the treacherous man's chest before him as he hissed every word.

"Funny thing is that you always saw me as a clown. Always bragged on how perfect your life was and thought of me a man child." Each word that came out from Peter was like a stone hitting Miguel,

"And look at you now, acting exactly like that!. How ironic that the roles reversed now." Peter's voice trailed off.

Miguel rolled his eyes so hard it hurted "No me jodas, Parker. Don't fuck with me with your shitty morals You didn't want children either, remember?!."

Disappointment and repugnance plastered all over Peter's face as he shook his head.

"People can do something called change, Miguel. Call me whatever you want, but at least I can say I am a man, cause I owe my mistakes. I don't go around screwing people over and then leave them to fend for themselves."

Peter went to the main door and opened it, with nothing else worthy to spill at Miguel, "Get out."

"You're an hypocrite. When you didn't want kids, everything is alright, but when I do I'm a fucking monster?"

He wasn't welcomed comed anymore. And this only added a couple of more weights in his already heavy bag of burdens, igniting his arrogance even further.

"Are you seriously playing the victim right now?" Peter huffed, "Grow a pair, Miguel. You need them. Get out."

Peter was done, all the energy that had been left was sucked out of him and the stranger before his presence was his biggest leech, he awaited for Miguel to leave, which made the exposed man's chest tighten uncomfortably. The friendship had crumbled. There wasn't anything left for him to salvage anyway.

"Fine." He took his jacket with a forceful grab, "Have it your way then." He spat and left the house with a slam that shook the doorframe.

Your eyes raked over the cream colored walls, as your back nested comfortably against the stretcher. Silence reigned with such deliciousness it soothed your underlying nerves.

A month and a half had gone by ever since yiu had that unwilling visit to the hospital, hitting the sixteen weeks of pregnancy. Your meds worked relatively good, and so did the vitamins to the point of getting a bit more strength and color in you.

But today was different. Everything felt different ever since you woke up. The sheets felt divine, the mattress had the right amount of hardness to help with the lumbar area.

The water in the shower felt heavenly on your skin, it was as if the universe was preparing you for a surprise after so many tough times.

Whatever it had planned, you hoped it was good, or at least, digestible enough to not choke you with it.

The doctor, Mrs. Vincent, typed some information in her computer, then stood to whir the machine alive.

"Lift your shirt up, please." Once you did, she smeared a dollop of blue gel on your naked belly, something you barely had the chance to admire, too busy trying to adapt to the emerging changes in your body.

Some clothes had stopped fitting and if they did, they were a chip too tight. The baby bump wasn't enormous like you had thought, but it wasn't small either, after all, Miguel was a big man. It had enough curvature to make your belly poke out from any clothes you had.

I feel like a walking avocado...

MJ was sitting next to you. Although you felt guilty because of the scene Miguel created at her home, she was more than happy to put him in his place, and so her husband. Peter.

Bless him.

You haven't properly known the man but that action alone of standing up for you against his friend of years, made you a bit hopeful.

You weren't looking for a partner, much less a father to the creature growing within, the least you wanted to do was to complicate yourself even more and add another thing in the already long lists of stress you went by.

But in truth, you wished to be there to see his downfall. Not that you were spiteful, but karma surely was a beautiful thing to watch. And the thought of him being this scared and uncomfortable man, the opposite of what you had seen and experienced, made your lips curve into a satisfied smile.

Life had heard your pleas and you were thankful.

Your breath hitched as soon as the machine's accessory made contact with your skin. Cool plastic, like the cold gel all over your skin.

"Let's see", Dr. Vincent mumbled as she adjusted her glasses in her nose bridge. The white light illuminated well the, place, her faint smell of vanilla perfume tickled your nose, it wasn't an offensive perfume, but it made you a little queasy.

It definitely shut down the medicinal smell you had been received with.

Dr. Vincent's gloved hands took the transducer and gently moved it around your belly.

"Does it feels cold?"

You nodded with a nervous smile, "A bit, yeah."

Mayday's giggles echoed behind you, MJ shushed her with some gentle words and her breath hitched when she looked at the screen.

The redhead looked like was experiencing so many things for the first time again, yet she held your hand with excitement thrumming in her skin.

"Look at that, Mama"

The word still made you uncomfortable, but the way the doctor had spilled it felt oddly soothing. The baby was there, etched forever to your womb, growing within your guts each passing day, squirming like a little worm, making it's presence known with a kick.

MJ could only watch as you chuckled. Your features softened the more you stared at the screen. But then your eyes widened at seeing the baby's 3D image.

Resting against one of your womb, comfortably, squeezing it's little hands over and over.

And if honest, curiosity had gotten a vice like grip on you. The way the baby moved and nested within you was equally disturbing and beautiful.

The transducer moved all over as Dr. Vincent looked up the right angle. Breath grew short and caught in your throat at the doctors next words.

"There she is"

MJ gasped, excited and your eyes turned bleary.

A girl. You were having a girl.

"Congrats, Mama." The doctor printed the pictures.

The little bean inside was a girl. There was no longer an it, no longer the creature, or the baby.

Despite the though times you've endured, she was healthy. Perfectly developing, a bit underweight, but healthy.

A myriad of things crossed your mind, panic, admiration, fear and so much confusion. They all swirled inside your jumbled head, fighting over the control of your emotions.

MJ squeezed your hand as soon as she noticed the red-ish hue blooming in your nose and the glossy eyes.

A little sniff was stifled. The doctor smiled at your apparent emotional reaction.

"It's ok to cry. I've gotten too many boys in the week, seeing a girl a was a change of pace. Thank you for that, hun." Dr. Vincent spoke with a sweet voice.

You couldn't help but sob silently. Digesting every second of what had just happened. The nauseas had subsided momentarily, as if sensing you needed your strength for something else.

It didn't help your hormones that Mayday took a hold of your finger, big blue eyes staring at you with pure child like wonder as if demanding your attention. Your lips quivered, and when she cooed your way, you broke.

It's alright.

She'd surely say. MJ held you close, rubbing your back in soothing circles, letting you absorb the news at your own pace.

"You ok?"

You nodded, holding onto her tightly.

"It's a girl, MJ"

Your best friend smiled sympathetically your way, "Indeed. And she's healthy. You've done a fantastic job in keeping her that way, sweetie. I'm proud of you."

Her words did nothing but make you cry harder.

"I'm so scared, MJ"

"I know. But it's alright. I'm here and Mayday too, remember?"

You chuckled in between tears and sighed, while wiping your tears.

"I'm so scared cause... I don't wanna repeat things all over with her."

"Then let's make them differently, ok? I'm here. You're not alone."

You hugged her once more.

"Let's celebrate, yeah?"

"I... I don't know if I should even do that, all things considered."

MJ chided your name gently.

"You deserve it. You've faced so much already, this little girl right here" She placed her hand in your belly, "has stayed healthy and perfect because of you. You've done so much. So let's celebrate that, ok?"

Even if you thought yourself undeserving of such thing, you nodded and followed her.

You wouldn't admit it, but a deep deep part of you bloomed with a little seed of curiosity and excitement.

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questionnaire gojo, shoko, geto.

sum. you ask them the first question that pops up in your head. sometimes serious, sometimes worrisome, but you will get your answer.

"satoru, can you swim?"

twas nothing but a question. birthed from utmost curiosity at one's boyfriend. judging his frame head-to-toe, a sentence was spoken to justify the prior question: "you look like you can't swim."

gojo wasn't having any of it. not even an atom of it. ever since the earth's been graced with his presence, he defined himself as perfection. his walk, his body, his words, and even his nails are perfect. living a life of compliments and being awed, never had he ever felt the need to worry about swimmimg. he can swim — not as perfect as a professional one — but who needs to know such things?

"how dare you?" gojo questions, face contorted in disgust.

"i'm sorry, it's just you look like you fear the ocean."

"you have got to leave."

"it's okay you know," you comforted him, patting his back. "but you'll need to learn how to swim."

gojo stands up, hand on hip as he walks to his door. twisting the knob slowly, he opens the door and gestures at the opened area. "exit yourself."

"i'm not leaving," you countered.

"i'll drag you then."

"okayyy mr. swim-not."

sitting in the relaxed ambience of shoko's office, you spin around in her chair while she stands at the opened window. it's silent — the kind of silence after a long beach day. well, it was silent. due to human nature of speaking before thinking, you blurted out the question, "would you rather eat a cockroach or eat a worm?"

shoko puffs out the smoke from her cigarette, looking at you with a face that screams 'are you stupid?' before going back to her smoke break.

"look, imagine if it's for survival! you gotta answer," you justified yourself, urging her to answer.

"you're crazy."

biting the skin of you lower lip, you dove deep into your thinking skills to urge her to answer. "okay what if i was the worm. would you eat me, the worm, or the cockroach?"

"neither," shoko shrugged.

"COME ONNNN," you sighed, slumping into her chair. impatience tickling your body every time she answered.

"i'd rather die than eat any of those things," shoko spoke, pressing her cigarette down into the ashtray. "if you were a worm i'd probably step on you."

"so you won't love me even in sickness and in health?"

"don't worry yourself."

"don't even think about it." geto places his index finger on your lips, sealing it before you can get a word out. he knows you — he's learnt your patterns and habits. whenever you're silent it rounds up to three things: hunger, sleepiness, and curiosity.

you're not hungry. you developed a habit of looking at food compilations whenever hunger dawns on you.

you're certainly not sleepy. if you were, you'd have already used him as your body pillow.

so, it leaves curiosity. the forbidden curiosity. questions that keep even geto up at night and in the shower. most times your questions are okay, but the peculiar times they aren't scares him.

furrowing your eyebrows, you defend yourself, "i didn't even say anything."

"that's exactly why you shouldn't speak."

"you're not stopping me," you replied, taking hold of his finger. "is the egg the one that comes first or is it the chicken? shouldn't it be the chicken? but then the chicken comes from the egg so that'll mean it's the egg, right?"

"girl what the fuck," geto's eyes traveled across your face, making sure that you aren't under the influence. you're sober, not a sign of any high but he still doubts.

"just think about it!"

"i really don't want to."

#+ rizsu: jujutsu kaisen.#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #shoko x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk fluff #jjk drabbles

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bunnliix · 1 month

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Love Shot

Inspired by this dialogue prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting "You’re so adorable. I want to pick you up and never let you down."

word count: 1 260 warnings: drinking, alcohol, (not) unrequited crushes, reader getting drunk, reader wanting to get blackout drunk

I was never the type of person to go out clubbing and drinking. Any of my friends could tell you that. I normally stayed far away from clubs, they were far too loud for my taste, and yet here I was on a Friday night, by myself trying to get blackout drunk. There's a bit of a backstory on how I got here, and it all started earlier while I was on campus.

For a bit of backstory, most of my friends I met while in college, except for Felix. Felix and I have been friends since high school. We were both the nerdy type of kids, except that he had the advantage that puberty was nice to him. While I've had a crush on him since I met him, however I valued my friendship with him too much to ever say something. I'd rather an unrequited love, than to lose him over something simple like a crush. It ended up happening by pure coincidence that we attended the same college, but it worked out really well for me. I'm more of an introvert, while Felix is the extrovert who makes all of our friends, and that's more or less what happened.

Most of that isn't really important though, to be honest, except that I still have the biggest crush on Felix, six years later. He and the rest of our friend group, affectionately called "Stray Kids" for some reason or another, are the campus hotties. Which means I get to see girls upon girls try and shoot their shot with all of them, and for most of the boys, I don't give a shit who they date. I however get way too envious sometimes of the girls I see hanging around my best friend. Chan, the eldest of the friends, was sitting with me while we watched the boys have fun.

"Are you ever going to say something to him? About your crush on him?" He questioned me. I turned to him like he was crazy. We've had this conversation a million times, and it was never going to happen.

"I've told you Chan, he'd never like me that way, and I'm never gonna jeopardize my friendship with him over a stupid crush."

"You'll never find out if he likes you though, if you never say anything." He retorts.

"I don't wanna find out if he doesn't like me. Besides, there's a good chance I could mess things up between him and I, and I'm not taking that chance." I stood up, and moved to leave the table, grabbing my things as I said goodbye to Chan. I really didn't want to deal with the guys nagging me to finally ask him out, it just made it worse. I headed home, before having the stupid idea that I should go out and drink instead of staying home, but impulsive decisions are a thing I do a lot.

I know it's kind of a shitty reason to be out trying to get blackout drunk at a bar, but honestly I couldn't think of anything better to help me deal with the pain of not being able to tell Felix I like him. I was about four drinks in, and already on my way to being wasted when I felt a hand land on my shoulder. I look back, my vision already blurring to see Felix behind me. "Hiii Lixieeee!" I giggled, waving at him. He grabbed my hand, pulling me away from the bar, while I took my drink with me.

"Lixie, where are you taking me? I was having a good time at the bar~" I pouted at him, my words slightly slurring. He stopped suddenly and turned to face me, leaning down to cup my face in his hands.

"Why are you out drinking? This isn't like you." He asked me, looking concerned.

"Why are you so concerned, Lixie? I'm just having some fun and letting loose a bit. Aren't I allowed to have fun?" I shoot back at him, some frustration coming out in the process. I chug down the rest of whatever was in my glass, feeling the burn as it made its way down my throat. Felix reached to take the glass and put it somewhere out of my eyesight.

"Chan told me where you were. He was out with a couple of the other boys and they saw you here by yourself. You never go out to bars, why are you even here? If you wanted to drink, I would have brought over stuff, and we could've had fun at your apartment. Why are you doing this? Tell me, please?" He questioned me, begging me to answer him.

I assume it was my lack of self control, but I blurted out, almost angrily at him, "I'm in love with you, okay! I've been in love with your cute face for the last six years, and I can't bear seeing you with other people. I want your eyes on me and only me. And I was never going to tell you because I didn't want to ruin our friendship." I couldn't bear to look at him after that. Felix went silent, and I started getting tears in my eyes, which started falling when the man started chuckling.

"You’re so adorable. I want to pick you up and never let you down." That made me look up at him in surprise. "Did you never think I wanted you too? I've wanted you so badly, wanted to call you mine. I was too scared that you wouldn't feel the same way. Oh baby, I think we've both been idiots for a little too long." He pulled me into a hug, resting his head on top of mine, before saying, "How about we head home now, yeah? We can talk about this more in the morning, when you're sober." I don't have it in me to do anything more than nod.

He takes me back to his car, opening the passenger door and helping me in, before going around to the driver's seat. He started the car and drove us the short ride to his apartment he shared with a couple of our friends. I was still a bit too intoxicated to walk by myself, so Felix assisted me up into his apartment, and then into his bedroom, having me sit down on his bed while he found clothes for me to wear. He set them out on the bed, pushing me to change into them while he went and found a spare toothbrush for me to use. By the time he returned, I had changed into the shirt he left me, but decided not to put on the shorts. He handed me the toothbrush, and since I had been here before, I knew my way to the bathroom. I quickly washed up, feeling a bit less wasted by the time I returned to his room. Felix was already waiting on his bed for me to get back, and ushered me into his bed and under the covers, while he laid down on top of them.

I looked up at him, and softly asked, "Can you hold me while I fall asleep?" He nodded, blushing and moved under the covers with me, as I rested my head on his arm as his other one came around my waist.

He softly kissed my cheek as he whispered, "Good night." It didn't take me long to fall asleep in his arms, feeling the happiest I had been in a while.

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #felix x reader #lee felix x reader #skz imagines #stray kids imagines #felix imagines #lee felix #skz fluff #skz angst #skz felix fluff #felix angst

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libraryofloveletters · 4 months

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Sing It With Me

John Stones x Fem!Reader

Warnings: alcohol and the consumption of, the boys are so unhinged - especially john and kyle, ruben's in his vlogging era, sash are sooo over them, broken tables, terrible singing, jack and erling are attached at the hip per usual, reader is ready to go to bed and not deal with them, a few minor injuries.

Word Count: 834

Author's Note: I feel like this perfectly captures what the man city christmas parties would look like lmao

John’s Christmas parties were famous for being crazy and unhinged, much like their host himself; because who else would end up drunk on a table, singing Christmas carols?

John's Christmas party was famous amongst the Manchester City players; a night of fun, antics and plenty of booze.

Coincidently, your husband's ideal idea of a perfect night.

It was a week before Christmas and it's nearing 4am. "Are you sure you don't want to wait for him? You'll be alright to get home alone?" You asked Sasha, walking with her to the front door.

The woman nods, "he's not gonna leave anytime soon, I'd be shocked if he was home when I woke up."

Both you and Sasha knew how Jack was, his tendency to party outweighing his logical decisions.

You laughed, giving her a hug. "I'll keep an eye on him, keep him out of trouble. Let me know when you get home, yeah?"

"Of course," she smiles and you watch her walk to her car and get in before you shut the door and rejoin the group in the living room.

The boys who were left; Ruben, Jack, Erling and Kyle, were all drunk and giggling about who knows what. Your husband was pouring another round of shots when you dropped yourself on the couch next to Ruben.

"Tired?" He asks, his fingers tapping along his thigh to the beat of Last Christmas by WHAM that was playing quietly.

"Exhausted."

John comes in, tray in hand as he passes the shots around to the boys. He sits on the arm rest of the couch, his own arm around you. "Cheers! Happy Christmas!"

The seven of you messily attempt to tap your glasses together and down the shots.

At that very moment, it seemed as if the music had bitten your husband. He began singing terribly off key. You groan, slouching back into the couch. "Johnny, please.. don't start."

"Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away," he gets up, pointing to you as he sings.

Kyle jumps up from his spot, getting onto the coffee table. "This year, to save me from tears, I'll give it to someone special!" He shimmed along to the music and you can't help but laugh.

John joins his friend on the coffee table, the two of them dancing and singing along; it sounded more like screeching rather than singing. You assume it's the thought that counts.

Before you know it, Jack's up on the couch and singing too.

"Once bitten and twice shy. I keep my distance, but you still catch my eye." He does his little dance, hips popping from side to side.

It seems to have become the Manchester City musical in here because Erling gets up, tv remote in hand as a microphone when he too starts to sing. "Tell me baby, do you recognize me? Well, it's been a year, it doesn't surprise me!"

You roll your eyes, "oh my god."

"Y/n! Y/n! What do you think?" Ruben shouts from behind his phone, the flash on as he points to you - he decided to make a video of their lovely performance.

"It's fantastic, 10/10 truly."

Erling grabs John's arm, leaving Jack to bounce on the couch alone.

"It's not gonna hold, you guys. The table isn't meant for that many-" And before you could finish your sentence, and just as Ruben pans to them, there's a crack and the table collapses in on itself.

"Are you guys okay?" You're out of your seat as fast as they fall on each other.

"Erling!" Jack gets off the couch and helps his friend up.

Ruben is still standing there, phone in hand as he recorded all the chaos. You, on the other hand, help Kyle up and then pull John up off the floor.

It takes you a second to check all of them, making sure the broken glass and wood hasn't nicked them anywhere. Kyle slouched on the couch, Ruben was 'interviewing' him, asking him about his performance and what he thought of it.

Erling was sitting on the floor, his head on Jack's knee while Jack was trying to take a selfie of them.

John was lying on the floor still, next to the broken coffee table.

"I told you the table couldn't hold all of you." You tell them, coming back to put a bandaid on John's wrist. "It was fun though," John mumbles, his arm pulling you down onto his chest.

Kyle gives Ruben a shove, the Portuguese take that as a sign to stop recording. "I'll buy you a new table." Kyle mumbles, taking a sip of his beer that he had left next to the couch.

Technically, it was Erling who broke it, so..." You trailed off, looking at the man who was half asleep.

Erling gives you a thumbs up, "send me the link, I'll buy it."

You can't help but smile as you look around the living room; all you husband's teammates and closest friends were here, all drunk and sprawled out, chaotic as ever.

It's not the holidays without the chaos, is it?

#holiday extravaganza blurbs 23 #john stones #john stones x reader #john stones x you #john stones x y/n #football #football x reader #football x you #football x y/n #football imagine #football blurb #kyle walker #erling haaland #jack grealish #ruben dias

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hoonspookie · 6 months

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SUNGHOON AS YOUR: Courter ♡

delulu hours go crazy, idk like sunghoon courtship? sign me up hehe 🤭🤭 wanna try making smaus

courter! sunghoon x afab! reader , highschool au, fluff.

"Hi y/nnnn" Sunghoon calls out, you had just gotten into school grounds, immediately being met with the male courting you.

"Hi, Sunghoon" You reply, voice quiet since you were still quite sleepy. "Hm, how was sleep?" he asked, wondering how you felt. "Lacking" You chuckle shyly, noticing he was holding a paper bag from starbucks.

"Poor you, I got you some starbucks on the way here" Sunghoon says shyly, handing you the paper bag. "I got you a belgian waffle with chocolate syrup and coffee" he hums, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Thanks, Sunghoon!" you grin, clearly making your day a bit more manageable. "You're welcome" He says before patting your slightly damp hair. "Don't get sick now"

—⁠☆

"Good morning, Y/n" Sunghoon smiles at you, "Here ya go m'lady" he says, handing you a bouquet made with various flowers and a box that had a necklace with a cute pink diamond pendant.

"Sunghoon, you didn't have to—" You were quite shocked with the sudden present, cheeks burning with shyness, feeling rather flustered.

"Ehh, but I wanted to" He winks at you, linking your arms together as he walked you to your class, students giggling and whispering about the both of you, clearly liking the way Sunghoon's courting you.

—⁠☆

He would always be texting you, asking you how you've been, sending you long good morning and good night messages, asking if you've eaten and if you haven't he'd be sending you food.

"Sunghoon!! What is this!?" You gasp into the vc, showing the bag of McDonald's to the camera of your phone. "Just wanted my girl to eat, can't be skipping meals now" He responds slyly, you don't know how he got so confident, probably because he's been courting you for half a year now.

"Hmmmmmmm, fine.. I'll eat it" You shyly say, not really expecting Sunghoon to get you food even though he's been doing that since the 3rd month of courting you.

"A sundae!!"

—⁠☆

"Here" Sunghoon says softly as he helps you down the steps of the school entrance, he was already carrying both his backpack and yours, holding your lunch box in his free hand.

"Thank you.." You respond, he was so sweet, he never let go of your hand even after you got down the steps. "You're welcome and.. hey.. I got an ice skating competition coming up, and I have a ticket.." He says nervously.

"I'd love to go" You smile at him, giggling a bit.

—⁠☆

That would mark as your official first date with Sunghoon, of course, you dressed in a cute pleated skirt, an oversized shirt and some sneakers.

Watching with the crowd as Sunghoon glided through the ice, spinning and jumping, he was so elegant, and of course you didn't go empty handed, hiding a bouquet of flowers from him.

He seemed to be really peaceful, and at home on the ice, he was skillful as he skated around. Cheering and clapping for him of course.

And as he should, he won, first place! You waited for him outside the rink, watching as he took photos with his family and coach before you approached, flowers hiding behind you.

"Congrats, Sunghoon!" You grin, showing him the bouquet, his cheeks turns pink as he covers his face with both of his hands. His family was of course, taking pictures and videos of this, using it to tease the boy.

"T-thanks.." He says shyly, taking the flowers. "I actually also had some for you.." He says quietly, grabbing the bouquet from his younger sister then to you.

"Jesus.." You respond shyly, turning red as well. "Thank you, Hoon" You giggle causing him to turn even redder, a sheepish smile formed on his face.

"Picture you two!" His mom says, he wraps his arm around your waist, one hand holding onto his bouquet whilst you also hold onto the bouquet he gifted you, both smiling at the camera with the reddest of cheeks.

After that, he took you to dinner, eating fancy foods with him, of course, he paid, even if you offered. Flicked your hand away from the bill.

"Nuh-uh" He says, his pointer finger moving from left to right as he grabbed the bill.

—⁠☆

He was such a sweetheart, no matter how long you'd make him wait, he'd be patient, making sure to entertain you and only you.

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen scenarios #park sunghoon #enha soft hours #hoonspookie #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fluff #enhypen ff #enhypen soft thoughts

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flymetosnarryland · 5 months

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A little progress.

I'm working on "Infraction." My precious baby, uh. This art is part of it in a way. Eileen Prince and Tobias Snape. When people are falling in love everything seems easy, but then life happen.

(I'd like to talk about how things are going with Infraction.)

I'm back on it since couple of weeks and working on it is intense (my brain is literally boiling). I don't think I ever planned a story for that long. The first idea has born 6th January this year. I was writing down (like crazy) everything I wanted to be in this fic. During first months it was chaotic and messy, but brought me so much joy. When I've had everything that (I thought) I needed, I wrote first chapters, yeah. And then shared them, because was so excited about all of it and just couldn't wait. Gosh.

Now I... hm... well, maybe not "regret" it, but I think, I totally should have wait. Why is that? First thing first, this story is not ready yet for being written in, you know, final version. It's too fat, lol.

I may want too much from it. There is a lot, like, seriously, A LOT of things to cover. First notes took me around 80 pages and it had many gaps in it (too much if you ask me). Things I needed to figure out and fill in, in the same time making everything work together. Because this Snarry is not sprinkled with crime. It's filled with murder, political shenanigans, family shiteshow and tough, not always appropriate, love. There are secrets and lies, blackmails and history that matter. Backstory of many people, whose actions over the years supposed to bring us to the point where we are now. And, you know, all of it gives me the thrill. First time in my life I feel like a true Puppet Master.

So, couple weeks ago I started to write a proper outline, if I can call it like that. To put everything in order and, going from the very beginning, to fill all the gaps. To answer all the questions I was asking myself in notes. To figure out the missing clues, some details without I couldn't go further and with that - to find out how characters will change facing new situations. How they will grow (I really love this part). Sometimes I think, "why am I even doing it?" I could just write some cosy, little fic where Harry and Severus' silly problems would be the main goal of the story. Like, focusing on them should be enough, right? Why am I going for all the other things, if I just want them to shag and have their happy end after all? 😂

Well, if it's not for fun, I don't know the other reason. The level of excitement is just incredible. I don't know, if what I'm writing is good or bad. If it really has sense, because I've always seen myself rather as a potato, not as a great mastermind who can plot some good shite, you know. That said, "Infraction" feels even more challenging that I ever thought it will be. But I feel deep inside that I can do it. Going step by step where the main plan leads and... it just feels good.

I've started in October 1989. Now I'm in January 2011. It means that I managed to finish everything that happen before the fic starts, lol. And, actually, I almost covered the first part of the book. So, two more to go? Hehe. It'll take time, yes. It's crazy how much I want to continue writing the main chapters, not only swim in the plan-phase. Drawing the series of "Muggle London" art helped me a lot with easing this itch. However, it's still there. I know, though, that I have to finish it. The whole outline, I mean. Without it, things can go south.

That said, I can't tell how long it will take. Couple weeks? Maybe months. This is really... a lot of work and I want to be proud of it. Even more so, because this fic means a lot to me. I know it may not be, you know, mind blowing or something. But I hope that giving it all my love, it could be, you know, not that bad for reading, hehe.

#Infraction #Muggle London #Eileen Prince #Tobias Snape #personal #talking about writing

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https-florals · 1 year

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Hi! Sorry for the late reply, but my requests was maybe boot riding with JJ? If you know what that is! Because he has those one shiny rubber looking boots that make me go crazy

ooh hehehehe i think i like this!!! i honestly did not know what this was and had to go on a little ao3 deep dive so im hoping this is what you wanted!! (also i am SO SORRY this took so long omg) 18+!!

note: fluff then smut!! cursing, jj being a dork at the beginning, but then being a SLUT! i heart slutty men. obviously boot riding, lil unsanitary but whatever, oral m receiving. i went kind of a funny little beginning route with this cause i wasn't real sure how to like transition into it and i don't even know if it really works but!! oh well

your favorite part of jj's wardrobe is his boots. you don't have a damn clue what it is about that beat up pair of timberlands, but they're so very attractive on him. on the rare occasion that he cleans them, you're the first to know.

he's walking into your room, grinning all proud. "good as new." the leather shines, worn but finally clean, a little bit of life back into them.

"they look great, baby!" you tell him as he leans over to kiss you. he smells like boot cleaner and the cologne you saved up to buy him. jj plops onto the couch next to you, stretching his legs out to admire his handiwork a little longer.

"sexy ass pair of boots," he says to himself, and he catches you murmuring in agreement. "you think my boots are sexy?" he asks, all faux innocence as his hand spans your thigh.

"i think you're sexy," you answer as you close the book you're reading.

he shakes his head. "not what i asked."

sighing, you raise your eyebrows and give him a disapproving look. "what are you asking then, maybank?"

"would you fuck me if i had the boots on?" when your expression turns more quizzical, he backtracks. "like, just boots on. titanic style, except that big necklace is my boots. would you find it hot enough to fuck me?"

"all you ever think about is sex!" you gasp, hitting him playfully with your book. "and what the hell are you talking about?" you're laughing now. "i think i'd rather you have boots on while we’re fucking. you think i wanna see your nasty feet?" as you giggle, jj pulls you into his lap and peppers a hundred little kisses along your neck and jawline, making you squirm and giggle even more.

"so you'd be down?"

"i'd be down, j."

the next day it's just the two of you in the chateau, and you're holed up in the guest room, scrolling on your phone. you're wrapped up in a tshirt of jj's, and nothing else on this hot summer day. there's a knock on your door, and you don't look up as you invite whoever it is inside your room. you just know it's jj, and as you stare at some tiktok about a new hbo show, he clears his throat impatiently.

"what?" you're confused as to why he's not talking or coming to flop on top of you. "why are you- oh." you look up.

jj, your lovable, odd, incredibly bold boyfriend is standing completely naked in front of you- naked save a pair of black socks and clean boots, laced up tight and looking good as ever.

he grins, and laughs a little crazily as your jaw drops in pure shock. he still doesn't say anything, but rather lets you sit back and admire him.

and believe me, that you do. you stare at the muscles of his shoulders and stomach, how thick his thighs are. the dark dirty blond patch of hair just south of his abs. you watch him get hard, just off of the way your eyes are raking over him. "happy to see me?" you laugh as you drop your phone.

he blushes a little, like he's not standing bare-ass naked in front of you. "always."

you get up and practically skip over to him. when you wrap your arms around him and his hands travel to your ass, he breathes in quick at the skin to skin contact, eternally grateful for the lack of panties. his breath is even quicker when your hand slips over him. he lets out a little groan.

“what do you want, baby?” you ask.

he exhales hard, pushing into your hand. “want your mouth on me, please,” he’s pleading, and how can you say no when jj’s looking so pretty?

he doesn’t stop kissing you as you force him backward, pushing him into your chair. he huffs, a little angry when you pull away, but when you settle between his legs, he’s not whining anymore. well, whining for separate reasons.

you lay just the sweetest, most innocent little kiss on the tip of his cock and can't help but giggle when he gasps.

"baby, baby, baby," tumbles past his lips when you take him in your mouth. jj's hand wraps in your hair, letting you set your own pace, and slowly matching it. when you look up at him, a hint of smile in your gaze, jj feels like his chest is going to explode. he whimpers, his hand moving from the back of your head to your cheek. his thumb brushes a string of saliva off your chin, pushing a bit to hit the back of your throat.

warmth is pooling between your legs, practically unbearable as you watch jj. a vein in his neck pulses when his head tilts back, and your pussy seems to throb simultaneously with his jugular.

your hand leaves its place on his thigh and dips between your legs, a finger swiping up your seam and-

jj kicks your hand away.

you pull off him so fast that you practically give yourself whiplash. "jj! what the fuck!"

he's shushing you, hand on the back of your head. "come on, baby, just finish one job. alright?"

you whine, but go back to tracing his cock with your tongue anyways.

his boot wedges it's way between your legs, ruining the way you're pressing them together. jj can feel the vibrations in your throat of your protest.

the hard rubber sole scrapes against the inside of your thigh and your breathing hitches. the toe of his boot just brushes your folds, and before you can even think about what you're doing, you push yourself down against the leather.

"atta girl," he says, voice low and rough. jj moves his foot as you begin to rock onto the boot, matching the way your hips tilt and press. “fuck me, taking it so good.”

jj doesn't think he's ever been more turned on in his life. his beautiful girl, hair messy and lips swollen, a few tears running down your cheeks as you suck him off. crying as you make a mess all over his favorite pair of timberlands. "shit, m'gonna come," he cries, proving his word when his cock twitches hard. you get a little sloppier, thumb tucked in a fist to fight off your gag reflex as he hits the back of your throat, again, again.

he's practically sobbing when he comes, the thick liquid coating your throat as you swallow quick. you turn your full attention to getting yourself off, tilting your head back and letting a stream of curses fall past your lips as you grind your clit against the hard toe of his boot. your fingers dig into the flesh of his thighs, keeping yourself steady as the knot in your stomach winds tighter, and tighter.

he’s still catching his breath, but he’s already half-hard again, and he palms himself as you ride his boot. the little hiss he makes is proof he’s still a little too sensitive. “shit baby, look at you,” he groans, and starts to pull you up but you smack his thigh.

“don’t fucking move,” you snap, the toe of his boot hitting your clit so perfectly as you grind into it. “i’m so close, jj, and i swear to god if you ruin my orgasm, i’ll cut your dick off.”

his eyes go wide at your words, and he instinctively covers his cock (which is already throbbing again). jj strokes his cock once, then twice, then faster as you bounce yourself against his timberland.

“look at you, making a mess all over my boots. i just fucking cleaned ‘em, mama.” he angles his foot a little more up.

you cry, the threads at the edge of your orgasm starting to fray. “jj, please-“

“perfect little slut,” he whines, as you grip his knees and start to tip over the edge.

your orgasm hits you like a truck, jj pushing his boot up to hit the much-too sensitive bundle of nerves before your legs close instinctively. he cums all over his hand a few seconds later.

he’s wrinkling his nose and wiping his hand off on the side of your tshirt as you stand, a little shaky.

“i think that was possibly the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me,” he comments as you fall into his lap.

“that why you came so fast the second time?” you smile, pressing a kiss to his jawline.

he blows a raspberry against your neck, and then kicks up his foot to look at the mess on his boot.

“damn.” there’s your slick, practically running off in droplets. “polished it up real nice,” jj laughs.

your cheeks tint a little red, but you’re grinning. “maybe i should make a shoe shine business.”

“absolutely not.”

you’re both laughing your asses off when you hear the screen door of the chateau smack open, and john b yell, “get your clothes on, assholes! We’re back!”

you finally both stumble out, a little disheveled, but with no stains visible. except for the glaring, still-damp sheen on the toe of jj’s boot.

you act like nothing’s going on as you enter the kitchen with the girls, but that doesn’t stop you from overhearing.

“dude, you clean your boots?” pope asks, his voice carrying from the living room.

“only one of ‘em,” john b answers. “look man, that one’s super shiny and the other is just… not.”

you choke back a laugh when jj answers, acting all surprised. “shit, man, i got distracted and only did one! babe!” he calls you, and you yell back.

“yeah?”

you can hear the laughter in his voice when he says, “need your help polishin’ this other boot!”

everyone’s a little confused when you both dissolve into a fit of giggles.

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Hiii!!! I’ve been binging through your blog for the past few weeks and I noticed how you talk about how Kataang(Katara x Aang) is portrayed in the show. Honestly yeah, I will admit I didn’t like it at first but now I just don’t really care for it. But I’d be interested hearing an in-depth opinion on the ship(unless you already did and I just never noticed or forgot 😭).

Another question, do you think you’re going to read the comics that came out the series? If you’re asking my opinion I’d say they’re a uuuh 7-8 out of 10 IG?

I do have thoughts on Kataang which I haven't shared yet. Part of me thinks I should wait to answer your ask until I've finished the series; it's obvious to me that these two are being set up to be the big finale couple, which means if I talk about them now I'm probably missing the pieces I need to have a full, well-rounded opinion. But you know what? I feel like talking about them now. So here goes.

Short answer: It peeves me that Aang comes from a culture that seemingly doesn't even have parents, yet he still manages to date his mother.

Long answer: they're both way too young. I'm a huge fan of letting the kids be kids for as long as possible. Especially with these kids, who have been prevented from being kids by the war. As Katara points out in the opening scene of the very first episode, she's been the mother since her own died (or at least she feels like she has had to be the mother). Call me crazy, but I'd rather Katara spend a few years after the war doing dumb childish stuff to recapture that lost childhood than jump straight into a relationship. Isn't the safety and space to do dumb childish stuff one of the things those who are trying to end the war are fighting for? Shouldn't she get to enjoy that? And Aang is just way too young no matter what way you look at it. He's 12 right? I think that would make him a grade 6 student. Back in my day (yells at cloud) Grade 6 students collected yugioh cards and feuded over who had the snazzier lunch box. I could picture a 12 year old having a crush on a slightly older girl that goes to the same school, but it would be short lived and unactionable. I guess Katara would be around 14? So, a grade 8 student. A grade 8 girl would not date a grade 6 boy. It would just never happen.

They've both got bigger fish to fry. Aang is the last Air Nomad AND the current Avatar. When he fully takes on both of those positions, what time will he have for a girlfriend? Katara is the only Southern Waterbender. Whether or not she wants the responsibility, it will be her duty to single-handedly reconstruct a huge portion of her nation's culture from the ground up once she returns south. Does she have the time to ping pong around the globe mothering her boyfriend as he rides giant animals or does Avatar stuff? Say she wants to: what will her family and the rest of her tribe think of the only person who can access such a huge part of their culture riding off into the sunset?

Their current relationship dynamic is still too mother/son. This is more obvious in season 1 than in season 2 (maybe that's growth?) but you can't depict a male/female pair as pieta and then expect me to ship. I think this could change somewhat, but I've already been disappointed in that. I thought that once Katara had mastered waterbending and therefore felt she had something other than mothering to contribute to the group, she would back off with the mothering. And she did, a little, but not enough for my tastes. Maybe as Aang fully steps into the Avatar role and the last Air Nomad role (sidenote: no idea what the latter would look like) he'll move on to a more equal relationship with Katara.

I think Katara is meant for better things than rebirthing a nation. Bending seems to be at least somewhat genetic. So if Aang wants Airbending in any form to survive after his death, he's going to need a billion kids. While I could definitely see Katara wanting children, I don't see her as the barefoot pregnant type.

I'm not convinced that Aang has a clear picture of Katara. She has flaws, which is good! Does Aang see them?

I get the feeling that, while they are helping each others' skills grow as they travel the globe, they are also preventing each others' personalities from growing. As long as Aang is around, Katara has someone to mother. As long as Katara is around, Aang has someone who prevents him from feeling the full weight of his responsibilities. Again, this is worse in season 1, but how often did Katara deny that Aang was to blame for something that was at least somewhat his fault? Aang will never become a fully rounded person until he can look at his flaws and mistakes dead on and say "my bad" without a Katara in the background going "no you're perfect!" Katara deserves to find out what kind of person she is outside of a nurturing role. Quick thought experiment: what if you pair Katara with someone who needs no nurturing, or better yet, nurtures her? And what if you pair Aang with someone as bluntly truthful as Toph? Katara and Aang might find both of those situations uncomfortable at first, but I think it would contribute to their growth.

Aang having a crush on an oblivious Katara would be a great single season arc. I think it would fit both of their characters well, and I think Aang growing past latching on to the first person he saw after the iceberg would be a good way to show that he's rooting himself in his time-displaced present, and fully committing to ending the war. And don't get me wrong, I love Aang and Katara both as a fighting team and as friends.

These kids are all fighting a war, and all kids. I don't mind the supporting characters having romances, because it's not like Sokka or Suki can end the war, no matter how hard they try/might want to. But I'm a big believer in doing one thing at a time, and I think if you're the only person in the whole world who can end a war, then ending the war should take precedence over dating. I'm aware that that's an unrealistic expectation and out of step with the show's theme of balance. In the real world, birth rates skyrocket during war time because people live for the moment and grab happiness (read boinking) wherever they see it. But both these kids are pre-boinking age so I'm going to be a cranky old fart about it.

Being the wife of the Avatar is a position that will often come with being relegated to second place, especially with the amount of work that undoing a century of war will take. Although she works well in a team, Katara is a naturally dominant personality. Katara did enough of putting herself in second place before the series started. I think Katara could very easily fall into the pattern of subjugating her own needs and desires and putting her husband's first, but I don't want that to happen. And one way to prevent that from happening is to prevent her from dating the single most politically important person in the universe. (To be clear, Aang would never deliberately squish a wife like that, I just think the workload of being Avatar and last air nomad would cause that to happen)

A lot of my objections to this pairing are very adult objections. I don't know what I would have thought about this pairing when I was the age of the show's target audience. It undoubtedly would have bothered me less, although I probably would have been put off by how twee it is. As an adult, all I can see are babies playing house.

As for the comics, I hadn't made any concrete plans to read them. I don't know where I'd get access to them. I'm not sure how canonical they are. I guess I should probably decide whether or not I want to read them after I've finished the whole series. I've been told that my girl Jin appears in one of them, so I definitely have some interest. I have also had the Avatar Kyoshi novels strenuously recommended to me. But so much of Avatar's charm, to me, is in the medium. And while comics are closer to animation than books are, they're still static. Avatar does movement so well.

#ask #this got way too long #short short answer: they're too young #not much incompatible about their personalities #plenty incompatible about their responsibilities

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qiutls · 9 months

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TNGDH 019

Blink. Blink.

Only the blue system window shined in the empty black space. I finally came to my senses and reached for the system window with a sigh.

[ (*Д>゜<)o ]

Hey, hey. Don't cry. You've already seen me die once, this is just whatever.

To be honest, I thought since I died once, this would be child's play, but it's not easy to die twice. When I felt the pressure of the falling chandelier, I thought I'd rather bite my tongue and faint. In the end it seems like I really fainted.

I opened my mouth to ask the system, slowly touching the blue window.

"I'm still unconscious right?"

[ Shall I turn off "Summon"? ≧ ﹏ ≦ ]

"No, don't release the skill now, just restore my consciousness for a bit."

If you lift it now and we're still at the banquet, or if there's people around me, it's gonna be a problem.

Above all, Kyle already thinks I'm suspicious, if I disappear in front of him again, who knows what will happen. It's going to be hard to make excuses.

[ Restoring consciousness! ]

[ 10... ]

[ 9... ]

[ ... ]

Why are you counting down?

I stared blankly at the system window slowly filling up with numbers.

'H-hey, don't tell me?'

[ 1... ]

The system window and black space disappeared in an instant and I was filled with pain once again. I gasped as if I had just been pulled out of water. I bit my lip, in order to swallow the scream that was rising out from my throat.

"Ugh!"

This is crazy. How is someone supposed to survive this. It hurts so much. I frantically curled my trembling body. My vision was blurry, and my back felt hot after being scraped by the chandelier.

I tightened my grip on my collar and looked around. First of all, it seems like I was all alone, and the location seemed to be the study! Maybe Kyle brought me here, anyways it's a relief...

"Hey! System! Release now! Release the skill! Please."

I cried out in a desperate voice. When I first died, it was so sudden and quick and I didn't feel any pain, but this time was no joke. There was a reason the system was counting down; it was time to get ready for the pain.

White flashed around my body once more, like the chandelier's light earlier, and then when I opened my eyes, I was back in the hamster house.

― Squeak! [ Ack! ]

My body started slipping and rolled down the slide.

System, can you please position me properly next time?

[ (；′⌒`) ]

That's right, you must be anxious too.

I sighed deeply and lay on the sawdust. My body and mind kept tingling. Well, the incident was prevented somehow. It all worked out in the end. But did my small body really block that big chandelier? That's ridiculous.

I only survived because that was a body I "Summoned." Maybe I made that decision because I knew I wasn't sacrificing my real body. Though it's true that my body moved before I could think.

'Kyle must've been very surprised.'

I turned and lay on my back. I got off the slide and tried to touch my back that was hit, but my arm couldn't reach it. I tried to touch it with my other hand but to no avail, I could only touch a void space before I put it down.

I piled the sawdust thickly in front of the house and sat on it, watching the event unfold.

Several doctors flooded into the study, only to find a patient missing, with just the bloody clothes left behind. All of them were quite shocked at the scene.

'That's understandable.'

The grand duke himself urgently ordered for them to check up on patient but he disappeared.

"W-where did he go?" "Search everywhere!"

The doctors talked amongst themselves, and started to search the study, but they couldn't find a soul.

No but why are you searching under the sofa and under the desk? You're trying to find a patient, not an assassin, do you think a patient would be able to crawl under the desk?

Soon, heavy footsteps started banging and the door of the study burst open. The man whose strides were quick and hasty stopped in front of the sofa. He seemed to clench his fist and called out to the attendant outside with an angry voice.

"Search the castle, he couldn't have gone far."

Excuse me, grand duke, you sound so much like a villain right now, what's with that voice.

The attendant quickly ordered the guards to move and search for the young man, while Kyle held his forehead and sat down.

That image burned through my eyes. If he's gone, then he's gone, why do you care so much. I'll return when I need to save you anyways. It's all for the miracle value.

'So, don't be too affectionate. Whether I'm a hamster or a human.'

I embraced the macadamia like a cushion, watching Kyle pick up the clothes I left behind. The white tailcoat turned dark red that you couldn't have guessed its original color. The back was completely torn and bloody, it seems like it won't come off easily even when washed. Too bad, that outfit seemed expensive.

"I wish you never accepted this flower."

Kyled murmured holding my clothes. The flower in the front pocket, was originally a flower with red petals, but due to the accident even the leaves turned red, and the petals were torn.

"Then we, no you, wouldn't have to dance."

His voice was full of guilt.

Don't say that it was going to happen whether you gave it to me or not. I couldn't stop Belial from going to the banquet, so I had to intervene myself. It's purely my choice and purely my fault, so don't.

'Well, I can't do anything about it now.'

I'm sorry, your hamster has a big liver...

*liver = courage, just in case you forgot*

The noisy grand banquet still ended quite successfully. I'm not quite sure how Kyle managed it, but once he left me in the study and came back to the banquet, it seems that he was able to calm the protests and solved the situation well.

Some royal nobles were stirring up trouble that the prince was heavily injured, however it seems Kyle was able to handle the situation but sharing the fact that the chandelier in question was given by the imperial castle. Adding to that fact, the budget the North receives is less than half of what the imperial family gets, so there was no way that the North would've been able to buy such an intricate chandelier.

Not to mention, though a big deal almost happened to Belial, I, a Northerner, saved his life and prevented things from becoming too ugly. In any case, this incident was solved.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Sen glanced at me with a worried look and checked carefully from head to toe.

"I'm fine~"

I said while waving to distract Sen from the issue. She's already asked three times this morning.

Of course, this body is not fine, but it seems like the system used some stuff to mend it, so it no longer felt that much painful. Though, if anyone were to hit my back, I think I'd jump to the ceiling from surprise and pain.

I chewed on the maple pecan pie Sen brought me. The sweet and savory taste managed to comfort the hidden wound a lot.

"...Yesterday, I went to Prince Belial's quarters."

I almost spat out the pie at her declaration. I looked at her with my eyes wide open.

"Huh? Why?"

"You probably didn't see it, but His Highness protected me at that moment and was cut by glass debris. And well, you know everyone was out of their minds yesterday, and His Highness Kyle even mobilized the guards to look for you. There was no one to attend to his wounds so I..."

She said, and then looked at me suspiciously once more.

Don't look at me like that, I had a reason, okay?

"Anyways, he wasn't seriously injured... But he wouldn't have been hurt if he did not protect me."

I looked at her who strangely became depressed, so I said casually while finishing up the pie,

"He's a man who will be king of this country someday, it would be bad if he's someone who abandons his people."

"What's that word they use again, pride?"

I scratched my nose awkwardly, I needed to be careful of using the correct terms.

"But, you know..."

Sen said gloomily, I waited for her in silence to finish ehr sentence. But I feel like I could read her mind, Sen's goal was revenge, now that she's closer to Belial, it's much easier to find an opportunity to carry out her wishes.

In order to achieve her goal, it seems like she needs to go to Imperial City. In the original novel < The heart of Winter > was set in the Imperial City where Sen was a maid in the Imperial Palace.

However, right now Sen is living in the North, so it's not easy to go to the Imperial City.

She needs power, whether it's to arrive at her destination, or to exact her revenge.

"What's wrong, tell me."

"...His Highness asked me to be a maid at the Imperial Palace."

Well, that's Belial's decision. You're a maid who knows a lot about the North, and is the one Kyle showed interest in, I'm not quite sure if Belial asked you to go with him because of affection or because he wants victory over Kyle.

There's no way a man like him, doesn't at least think like that. But it doesn't matter what his intentions are, since to Sen, it is much more important to get to Imperial City and to be able to have the prince as his backer.

"I think that's great!"

"...I know"

Sen agreed but she didn't look happy. It seems her situation is much more complicated than I thought. Was it that difficult to leave even though this is one step closer to her goal? Maybe she's grown attached to the North?

"I just think sometimes..."

Sen whispered.

"It may not be that bad to live with my past covered up."

Revenge is like a quicksand, even if you have gotten your retribution, it won't be easy to let go of the grudge. The only thing that is constant is the feeling of emptiness. The moment you step in, it will sink slowly and endlessly.

Well, what do I know. Whenever something unfair happened to me, I was sick of it and wanted to take revenge. The world is not a good place for a child who lost his family to live all alone.

At least, I know this part of Sen's thoughts. I have no choice but to know.

"And yet..."

I was going to say something, but I closed my mouth at Sen's words.

I know, you yourself chose this kind of goal. As for me, I didn't want to put up with it, so I emptied my heart and avoided my feelings, but you wouldn't.

You're strong. You probably won't miss this chance, no matter how you feel about leaving the North.

I thought about it. Sen's fate as Serena, is something certain, whether someone transmigrated into her or not, it was something that wouldn't change.

"Make a choice you won't regret."

That was all I could say.

Then, Sen smiled at me, though she looked like she was about to cry.

t/n: so sorry for not updating for 4 days! i've been so busy with life, i'm hoping i could get back into translating more chapters soon since i also want to read the novel quickly QAQ

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the-family-business-83 · 11 months

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Unexpected Calling – Part I

Masterlist - WIP

Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: A world class contract killer finds an envelope at his dead drop. Inside are $23.42 in short change and a letter handwritten by a 9-year old girl.

Type: Series

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader's daughter (platonic obviously), Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: fluff, action, slight angst, might get smutty but idk yet

Warnings: Be prepared for some adult language! Nothing too crazy in this first part though, we're just getting started so that's my only warning for now.

Word count: 1.6k

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A/N: Thought I'd throw my hand at a prompted fic! Hope you guys like it, I'll add a chapter directory and update as needed as the next parts are posted. So stay tuned 👀 Text dividers made by @firefly-graphics <3

Every morning is always the same when you're paid to kill. He'd been trying to be better about the whole actual killing part lately, but that didn't change his morning routine very much. He woke up to the sound of his alarm clock going off—yes, he still used one. If you asked for his reasoning, he'd tell you it's because it's less complicated and you can always count on it to work because it simply stayed plugged into the wall; in the event that the power went out? It had batteries for backup power, and you can't find that kind of peace of mind with just the alarms on your phone. He's still an old soul, sue him. He woke up at 6:45 am, on the dot, every morning without fail that way so it was rather effective.

After the blaring sound of his trusty alarm clock came the process of forcing himself out of bed and cleaning up for the day; shaving if necessary, freshening up, getting dressed, the works. This was generally when he'd change his appearance should the need arise, as well. But he didn't need to do that this morning and so he flicked the light to the bathroom off as he left the room when he was finished, heading out to his kitchen thereafter. The next step? Food. It was always 7 am sharp by the time he got done with his wakeup process, the only time that changed being when he added any extra steps in the bathroom. And breakfast was always simple: a cup of hot black coffee, sliced avocado, and bread toasted to perfection with an egg over medium to be dipped in. And it never failed to be a pleasant way to start his morning, usually followed closely after by a session of watching the morning news. He found it a good way to see what was going on in the area and across the country so he could plan accordingly.

If he didn't have a job, which by chance was the case today, he'd generally find any sort of quiet way to spend the rest of his morning; reading a book, cleaning up all his weapons, or a walk in the park if he felt like it. Today, he felt like it. And it was mostly peaceful, if you excluded the grating sound of car horns, tires squealing, and buses chuffing past. And of course, if you chose to ignore the rumbling from the subway, the people shouting either in their urgency to get to work or just simply because they were an ass, then it was really utterly plain and quiet to walk through Central Park. By this point Bucky had truly gotten used to it. He supposed in some ways it wasn't too much different from his home in the past. But that didn't mean he liked to spend too much time there anyway. So long as he got out and went back home just in time, he could skip the gradeschoolers and dog walkers that came around for the afternoon.

There had been nothing unusual about his day so far, and he liked that. He liked the rhythm of it all, and how it always went according to his carefully curated schedule. He began the process of unlocking his apartment door after making his way up to his floor, and pushed it open to take a step inside. Crunch.

What the helll...?

Bucky frowned as, seemingly, something sat under his boot and crinkled where he'd stepped, making the same sound again as he carefully pried his foot off. The poor, crisply folded, paper envelope that had earlier been slotted through his dead-drop, suffered a dirt-covered footprint but aside from that, it seemed harmless and intact as he picked it up to inspect it. A curious thing to find when you hardly get mail aside from the bills. What was even more curious was the contents within it, feeling a bit lumpy and—quite frankly—heavy for a letter-sized envelope. He closed the door behind himself with one hand, locking it once again out of habit while the other kept hold of the envelope. Moments later he flicked out a switchblade to slice it open revealing not only a handwritten letter but also $23.42.....Exactly. All in small change.

It was quite honestly the oddest thing he'd seen or received to date, and that was including the number of quite-literal backstabs he'd received, numerous other maiming injuries, and the odd encounters he’d had with a talking raccoon, tree, and robot...man…thing. To name a few. That was also including the number of odd jobs he'd been offered and peculiar payment methods he'd been given. Never had he come across such a specific payment with a letter that….upon further inspection….looked as though its penman couldn't be much older than 9 years old, at most.

'Dear mister,

My name is Rosie Jones. I am 9 yeers old. My mommy says you're vary good at helping people. Well, I need your help. Mommy also said you like to be paid for helping, so I broke my piggy bank open so you wood help us. Mommy doesn't know yet thoe, so please don't tell her.

My mommy dissuhpeered disappeered last night. She told me to hide and I did but now I can't find her and so I need your help mister becuz you're really good at finding people too, mommy said so. Please please help me find my mommy, I don't know what to do mister.

– Rosie'

"You've gotta be shitting me." He muttered to himself. The first question Bucky had, quite honestly, was how did this little girl even know who he was? Or where he lived? Not many people did, if any, truth be told. If they did? They were usually dead within minutes. It was one of many reasons that kept his renowned status intact. But here he was, sitting at his own table, with proof that some little girl knew both of those things. Frowning down at the paper and envelope of change, the assassin ran his hand back through his dark brown hair momentarily, processing what he'd just read. On one hand, it could be an elaborate trap. By all rights he had to assume it, considering the nature of the letter and the fact that a little girl of all people had written it. But on the other hand, there was a certain dedication there that he simply couldn't ignore. And some part of him couldn't help but at least look into it. So moments later, the man was pulling out his laptop and began searching for answers, anything that could give this little girl's story any sort of credit.

Much to his surprise? It checked out. Every last bit of it. There was a mother, connected to the Rosie Jones in question, who had gone missing under rather mysterious circumstances. "I'll be damned, mystery kiddo."

'Y/N Jones, aged 37, a single mother, was nowhere to be found the next morning after reports came in that a struggle and silenced gunshots were heard from the house that night.'

He probably could have gotten away with just keeping the money and letting it go. It was some little kid somewhere hoping for someone to hear her plea, he could get away with it. But it was that name…. he'd seen it before, he knew he had. In all fairness though, he really only remembered faces exceptionally well. Names didn't matter in the long run, names didn't tell him who he was shooting within a crowd of people. So why did it keep nagging at the back of his mind?...

Spoiler alert: he shouldn't have went digging. He should have just left it alone. But he had always been a curious mind and he was nothing if not thorough on top of that. Popping open the top to his bottle of whiskey, Bucky carefully poured out a favorable portion into a glass tumbler, before letting it down onto the counter as he heard an agreeable noise coming from his laptop to signal it had finished its task. Glancing over his shoulder, he sipped on his drink as he made his way back over to the table, having waited for what seemed like an hour to get the information he wanted. And the minute he looked at the screen was the very same minute he regretted it.

He knew that face.

He knew it like the back of his hand almost, he knew it the same way he knew the taste of bourbon or the sound of a .22 magnum. That was the face of Y/N Y/L/N and it was a face he had been trying to forget for years now. But most of all he knew it was a mistake to have even touched this with a ten-foot pole. Because now he had a target, he knew what the target looked like, and he had been paid in- well, maybe not-so-full, but in 9-year-old currency $23.42 was basically a million dollars considering it was all her savings.

In short?

He had to do it now.

He knew that. And it damn near made him groan at the prospect. Because this was going to be a long-ass job, and if he was going to ensure the rescue of that little girl's mother, then he needed to ensure that child's safety. The less leverage the 'enemy' had, the easier his job was. So as he sighed out, "Damnitall, this better be fuckin worth it kid," the hundred year old assassin finished off his drink and went about packing his things to take on a job that he never asked for, but knew damn well he was stuck with until it was over.

But at least if he had to go through with this, he was going to be damn sure he did it right, that was for sure.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 11 months

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Hi hello! Are your requests open? If so, I'd like to, uh, request a hero x villain (as usual lol)

So a hero that's smart with words got hurt and tries to hide it from the stoic villain. And the villain tries their best to make hero understand that "for the love of God. Let me take care of you you idiot."

(ps: villain is like, so much taller than the Hero because i very much like height differences)

Thanks in advance!!!!!!!!!!🫡

“Holy shit.” The villain looked down at the bloody hand pressed against the hero’s stomach. For the entire evening, the hero had acted weird and this was the answer, apparently. “Holy fucking shit. You’re bleeding out—”

And the hero was, in fact, bleeding out. Gutted open. It was a miracle that they were still standing.

“Tiny gash, love,” they answered but their swaying from side to side was technically screaming for help. “Nothing that can’t be fixed.”

“Sorry, but that looks scarily unfixable.” The villain rushed to their side and put their arm around the hero’s hips, holding them up. Somehow they tried to ignore how the hero’s shoulder dug into their chest but it was rather difficult to concentrate when the hero was half-whimpering and taking deep breaths to calm down.

They were close, unwillingly holding onto the villain because they would have no other choice but to fall if they didn’t.

“I’d prefer the term challengingly benign. I am still alive!” Apparently, the hero’s next movement send a shiver of pain through them. At least, their hand clutching at the villain’s clothes suggested that. Hot breath against the villain’s neck, a whispered “fuck.”

“Fucking idiot,” the villain said but the only answer was a gasp. “No walking.”

“Yes walking, you can let go of me. Pretty, please.” It changed the meaning. It struck the villain like lightning for whatever reason. But how the hero said it, how they delivered it…The villain didn’t know if that was intentional or not — they never knew with the hero — but it had sounded like it was exactly that. On purpose.

Pretty please.

Pretty, please.

The pause. Slowly, the villain could feel heat rush to their cheeks but they pulled themselves together. Being overly sensitive to compliments shouldn’t have been a problem in a situation like this.

“No,” they said. “Lay down.”

There was little protest left within the hero as the villain lowered them. Both of them were fully aware that people with superpowers could endure pain and injuries more than others but at this point, the villain and the hero were surprised that the latter was still conscious.

“Dude, they butchered me.” The hero looked down at their stomach and hissed when they touched the swollen flesh around a cut. The blood soaked through their entire suit which was already ruined by the many wounds.

“Don’t dude me,” the villain said sharply, ears red as they tried to find a sedative in their pockets. “We’re not buddies.”

“No,” the hero said, suddenly quite serious. Breathing was getting difficult. For both of them. “We’re definitely not.”

The villain bit their lip in frustration and decided to press the rest of their bandages into the wound, praying that the bleeding would stop soon. For the whole time, the hero’s half-lidded eyes were on them, observing carefully what happened.

“I don’t want your help,” the hero whispered.

“Then try to stop me.”

To that, the hero didn’t say anything. Eventually, they moved their hand and let it rest on the villain’s. Together, they pressed into the hero’s stomach, reducing the blood flow.

“Who did this?” the villain asked, ignoring how the hero’s hand was on theirs, not moving, just touching.

“Some crazy ex.” The hero shrugged and held onto the villain’s wrist, laughing humourlessly. “Some people are like tumours. You have to cut them out.”

“Very dramatic, even for you.”

“I mean it.” The hero was weaker now. Slow words and blinking as if time itself had slowed down. “Some people are poison.”

The villain didn’t know if that was indirectly hinting at the hero’s hidden hatred for them or if that was just the blood loss talking. But before they could even doubt themselves, the hero saw right through them.

“I don’t mean you. You’re lovely.”

“You’re an idiot,” the villain said.

“And you’re in love with an idiot, how about that?”

In that moment, the villain cursed their hero. Cursed them for getting injured, cursed them for being the way they were. Cursed them, cursed them, cursed them for offering this microscopic chance of hope.

#sorry i dont think I can write characters who are smart with words #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request

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immajustvibehere · 1 year

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Arthur having a bath with reader?

It pays.

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

oneshot: fluffy and suggestive

Summary: You walk in on Arthur taking a bath at the hotel. Being all wet and cold from the storm outside, you decide to join him in the tub. Maybe this is the best opportunity you get admit your feelings for each other.

2700 words, 15 minutes reading time

The knock on the door was frenetic and you didn't even wait for an answer before you barged in.

"Y/N?!", Arthur almost chocked on his words, anxiously skidding around in the bathtub. You noticed him sinking a bit lower under the surface of the water, shoulders slouching and Adam’s apple bobbing with a big gulp of surprise.

You sure were a sight to behold. Soaked and shivering from head to toe, you had stormed into the Saints hotel’s bathroom. That there was a proper storm outside was no secret. The windows were rattling and the whole building creaking. Rain pelted against the windows and walls. Your feeble presence was a shocking reminder that some people were crazy enough to leave their shelter in such a weather.

As if Arthur remembered that he’s supposed to be this big, brave man; he straightened his back, his chest now emerging from under the milky water and the bubbles. You had seen him shirtless a couple of times, when he had been working in the summer’s heat or when he decided that there was too much blood on his shirt to just hand to the girls to wash. Nevertheless, it was always around other people and – most importantly – he had always worn pants. Arthur cleared his throat and asked:

"What the hell are ya doin here?"

"Dutch send me-", you were still catching your breath while your wet clothes made a puddle on the floor.

"Dutch? Why? Something happened?", Arthur's eyes roamed your face, suddenly anxious to find out his gun is needed immediately.

"No...he – well… he was talking with Micah. Something about an important lead. And Micah wanted me to fetch you immediately. So Dutch....Dutch send me", you sighed.

You both looked at each other. You felt somewhat helpless and frustrated. Riding through a storm wasn’t the most leisurely afternoon activity. Your chest heaved under your soaked clothes that were sticking to you like a second skin. Arthur, on the other hand, looked confused. He tilted his head, considering you.

"An important lead? Sounds like that can wait, at least 'til I've finished my bath. I just got in", Arthur said.

"Yeah..."

"Ya sure Micah wasn't pulling yer leg? Sending you out to ride in a god damn storm?", Arthur leant back in the tub, suddenly more confident around you, when he saw you weren’t in a teasing mood.

"He...probably did...", you admitted. It made you sick, accepting this. On one hand, you hadn’t wanted to talk back to Dutch because you had already had a rather horrible day and in a discussion, you would have surely got the short end of the stick. You hadn’t been in the right state for being shamed and accused of laziness or disloyalty. But also - on the other hand - you had jumped at the opportunity to go and fetch Arthur.

A violent shiver ran down your spine. Cold water dripped from your head down your back, and even though the room had been heated feverishly with a big fire spitting in the fireplace, the wet clothes cooled you down extremely.

"Do you mind me staying? I'd just warm up for five minutes...", you asked.

"Sure", Arthur eyed you as you walked towards the fireplace.

That you got out of your jacket and shirt got him by surprise though. You heard the water in the tub splashing when you peeled the clothes off your skin. They'd never dry in a couple of minutes, but it was still better to be out of them.

"You can get into the tub if ya want. Yer freezing, you need it more than I do", Arthur offered in a soft voice.

You slowly turned around. Arthur sat upright, his arms on the edge, ready to leave if you accepted his offer. It melted your heart.

"I thought you just got in?", you asked warmly, with an underlying teasing tone, as you got closer.

By instinct, Arthur sank down again, checking if the foam covered enough of him. You two had been dancing around for the last couple of months. It wasn't even the case that one of you were oblivious to the fact. You had been flirting relentlessly, showed care and affection for one another - and yet, neither of you had openly admitted that you wanted more. It couldn't be for the fear of rejection because you both knew what you wanted. Maybe Arthur was held back by a weird lack of confidence. How stupid you were to make the mistake of liking him!, he would think. He was dangerous, old, ugly and unlovable. Not nearly good enough to be adored by someone like you. For you, it was a mixture of being afraid of commitment, the threatening idea of it not working out or others making fun of you because of the comical look the couple of you would be. Could you even handle Arthur? Or more importantly, could he handle you? With all your bodily imperfections and weird quirks that you thought rendered you undeserving of his sometimes very pure and simple love.

Those thoughts were always present. When the two of you sat down for a morning coffee, there were those looks that you gave each other, full of love and affection - but what if…?

"I thought you just got in there?"

He felt caught. Of course, he did just say so. And he wouldn't get out for an important lead, but for you, he would.

"Yes, but-"

"How about I just join you in there?", you suggested, a cheeky grin forming.

"I-...What?", Arthur stuttered. Looking for words. Still, he tried to maintain the upper hand: "sure if you don't mind sharing a bathtub with a filthy outlaw."

You smiled. For a second you thought he might refuse.

"Look away, will you?", you begged. And he listened. Awkwardly looking to the other side of the room while you got out of your clothes. He tried his best to look the other way when you got into the tub, however, he had to admit to himself that it wasn’t entirely impossible to not see you at least in the corner of his eye. He thought he might lose it completely when you gave a silent moan and hum of appreciation for the hot water. Only when you had settled in opposite of him, hugging your knees in front of your body, he dared to look at you again. His cheeks as flushed as yours.

"That's … amazin", you admitted. It was a relief to feel your limbs warm up.

"Can imagine...", Arthur mumbled. You gave him a cheeky smile.

"Not a big talker, all of a sudden?", you teased.

"Naked small talk ain't that easy", Arthur huffed.

"Oh", you mocked, "so you never take a deluxe bath then?"

"Well...sometimes", Arthur defended himself in an offended voice.

"That's a lot of naked small talk, isn't it?"

"Sure, but I'll never see those women again! And they aren’t naked", Arthur fought back.

"So it's a problem that I'm naked?", you asked with raised eyebrows. You knew you had him.

"Problem? No, darling", Arthur chuckled warmly.

He knew you were bad at keeping a relaxed complexion when he called you pet names. He had observed your reaction to them almost immediately and from henceforward had only used them sporadically, being well aware that their use had an effect on you. And this remained true, because now you gulped and quickly avoided his gaze before you collected yourself for another witty remark.

"You won't call for a deluxe bath now, will you? If ya want I can give you a scrub and for the money you buy me a whiskey later", you suggested. Arthur looked unsure, self-consciousness quickly taking over his thoughts. He loved and trusted you, but he was outright embarrassed, knowing damn well a few spots were mud and dried blood blemished his skin.

"Come on...I'll just do your back", you offered with a kind smile.

Arthur sighed and handed the sponge to you. "M'okay", he agreed, carefully turning around in the bathtub. Water spilled over the edge of the bathtub, but neither of you cared really. "That's not one of yer tricks, is it?", Arthur asked anxiously. You had a history of playing small pranks on each other, so it wasn't a surprise he would assume something like that.

"What am I supposed to do?", you chuckled.

"I dunno? Drown me?", Arthur guessed.

"Mhhh", you grinned, "Now you're giving me some ideas..."

You thought about it for a second before you decided against drowning him. Mainly because he was ten times stronger than you and would turn the tables before you could do as much as dip his head under water. You smiled at the thought of naked wrestling in the bathtub. But you started to scrub Arthur's back with the sponge, casting it aside after a few moments to lightly massage his back with your hands. Arthur stiffened when your bare hands touched his skin. You felt the tense muscles in his shoulders when your hands tried to knead the tension away. Absentmindedly, you traced some of his scars on the back with your finger, which had Arthur twitching of the tickle. Your eyes fell on his hair. The tips were wet and clung to his neck. It looked funny and adorable at the same time. You enjoyed it quite a bit that you could stare and smile at Arthur’s handsomeness without him mocking you.

"Want me to wash your hair too?", you asked.

"Y/n ya really don't have to-"

"Oh, but I want. I've only got good feedback from my hair washing skills", you claimed.

"Who was the judge of that?", Arthur asked incredulous.

"Remember Jimmy?"

"Yer dog?", Arthur laughed.

"Sure. He always loved it when I washed him. Couldn't get enough", you said.

" If your only ever customer was a dog, I'm not sure your skills will suffice for-", you interrupted Arthur by pouring a jug of water over his head, wetting his hair and shutting him up in the process. You couldn’t help but laugh when Arthur had to spit out some of the water that had got into his mouth and wipe across his face.

"Have some trust, mister", you mocked.

"I'm startin' to think yer don't deserve to be paid with whiskey after", Arthur shook his head slightly, but him slowly starting to relax suggested that he indeed did enjoy your head massage.

"Maybe your right. I'm enjoying this way too much to demand any payment", you stated. Quickly and silently adding a "I mean, the annoying-you-part of course..."

"'Course...", Arthur mumbled in agreement. In reality, you were happy to be so intimate with Arthur. Finally. The way he gently pressed his head into your hands when you rubbed the soap in. He tried his best to stay decent, always adjusting his position and shuffling an inch away when he felt your breasts touching his back. But when, for the fourth time in a row, you pressed your upper body against his back 'as to reach his hair better', he stayed that way, only turning his head ever so slightly to watch you in the corner of his eye.

In a low voice and with red cheeks he finally said: "Yer teasin' me, girl?"

"Sure am", you poutingly admitted.

Arthur hadn't expected this answer. Normally, you'd just deny it and grin stupidly, he didn't expect it to be any different now. He lowered his head a bit and with a sigh and in a gravelly voice said: "There's only so much teasin' a poor fella like me can take."

You poured another jug of water over Arthur's head, this time more careful to not let it run over his face, but still efficiently washing out the soap.

You sighed. Then secretly grinned before trying to speak monotonously: "For my taste, you take a bit too much, Arthur."

He wanted to turn around. See your expression to check if this was as close to a confession as it would get today, but in this very moment you stood up to get out of the bathtub. Arthur caught a glimpse, but quickly averted his gaze again.

"What's that s'pposed to mean?", he asked while staring down the water in front of him, trying his best to ignore the fact that you were walking through the room butt naked to retrieve one of the towels that were provided on a chair. You feared your heart would break out of your chest any second now. You desperately searched for a way to play the conversation back to him. Lord, you didn't have the strength to actually say it. He'd tease you forever that you were the first to give in. And yet...you couldn't handle it being put off any longer. You feared that if nothing happend now, this would be the last moment for a long time of having had some intimate contact with Arthur. Your body still tickled from the feeling of leaning against his back.

Quickly, you dried yourself and tied the towel under your arms around your body. It was warm from lying near the fireplace and it felt cosy around your waist and torso. Then you took another towel, walking up to Arthur and handing it to him. When he finally looked up from the water to take the towel, you pressed a kiss against his temple.

"Thank you", you mumbled, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks yet again.

"For what?", Arthur asked so softly, you barely recognised his voice. His eyes were glued to your lips, regretting fiercely that they hadn't settled for another spot to kiss him.

"For trusting me", you smiled slightly. Arthur wasn't someone who trusted easily. And even being friends (and a little bit more) for years now, it was still special that he let you wash him. But the man scrunched his nose, his eyes shortly checking yours. His look conveyed that he was a bit offended of the idea that he wouldn't trust you with anything less but his god damn useless life.

"Yer drivin' me crazy woman...", Arthur shook his head. And then, suddenly, he stood up and with a big step left the tub. He didn't regard for one second that water was spilling everywhere - again. He even barely minded the towel, holding it in place in front of his private parts, covering something of which you frankly wouldn't have shied away to take a peek. And while you made a step back to not be drowned in the gush of bathwater, Arthur made haste to close the gap between you again. His free hand finding a place to rest on your cheek and pulling you into a kiss.

One could argue that months of teasing and dancing around each other took a toll on the man, because when the first kiss ended and you bated your eyes open, you already found Arthur's blue eyes staring you down intently. He was quick to close them again and go in for another deep kiss. At first a bit awkwardly, you remembered that you had two free hands, which now found their way to Arthur's shoulders where they rested shortly. Until you couldn't resist entangling them into his wet hair and pulling him deeper into the kiss.

After you broke from each other to catch your breath, Arthur rested his forehead against yours. With a smile on your face, you balanced on your toes, trying to make it easier for the big man. You found yourself feeling a new sort of comfortable around him. So you took a deep breath before you carefully pronounced:

"Arthur Morgan. I think I really like you a lot."

Arthur chuckled lowly, his hand wandering from your cheek to the small of your back, pushing you closer to him.

"You don't say, sweetheart. I couldn’t tell...", Arthur whispered.

You pinched his side, which made him twitch lightly and his towel shift just an inch.

"Do you think Micah's lead can wait until tomorrow", you asked while tracing Arthur's biceps with your finger.

Arthur laughed and peppered your face with small kisses: "It has to. I still gotta pay you, remember?"

"It's not gonna be whiskey, is it?", you chuckled. Arthur chuckled too, now planting a line of kisses down your neck and mumbling the sweetest "No".

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seidenbros · 2 years

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Happy Thursday! I hope your week has been going well so far :) I stumbled upon your writing recently and have become such a fan! Could I possibly request something with Eddie where he’s been frustrated by his crush lately because every dress and skirt she wears is driving him up a wall and it’s started to affect the Hellfire boys? Someone makes a comment that gives Dustin the idea to find him a girlfriend to mellow him out and he decides on the reader who he finds out shares some common interests without knowing she’s the source of the frustration and is now around Eddie even more which drives him crazy and some kind of fluffy, dramatic, happy ending? I’m so sorry if that makes no sense!

Happy... Sunday by now! I had a good week, how about you? Thank you so, so much for your kind words you wonderful person 🥺 It fills my heart with so much joy to read this! And this request is so, so good, and it fit so well with my idea for McFly's Obviously, because I'd been wanting to write for that song for weeks. This was the perfect opportunity. Now, I have to say, that I did not plan on making it so... sexual with a bit of pervy Eddie, but it kinda just happened? So... I hope this still works for you 💚

Requests are open | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader Word count: 5728 Warning/Tags: bit of angst, fluff, kinda friends to lovers, asshole ex boyfriend (who wanted to talk y/n into having sex with him), slightly perv!Eddie, mentions of masturbation, sexual fantasies (let me know if I missed anything)

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You had a boyfriend. A twenty-three year old named Thomas, who was in the Marines. A mean-looking, buff guy, who could probably kill Eddie with just one hand if he set his mind to it. Eddie had to remind himself, told himself that every day, because lately, you’d been driving him completely nuts.

It had started out as a light crush when he’d gotten to know you once the year had started. The way you’d talked to him without flinching away like some people did, when he’d introduced himself to you. You’d quickly let him know that you didn’t care about any rumours, that you’d rather get to know someone yourself, instead of relying on what other people said. He’d admired that mind set straight away. No wonder, he’d been glad when you’d been paired up for a project, and it had been the first project that he’d really poured his heart into - to impress you.

Only to find out at the end of this project, when he’d finally worked up the courage to ask you out, that you had a boyfriend. Fucking great. He should have known, because you were too perfect, completely out of his league. But when he’d seen your boyfriend… he hadn’t talked to you in two weeks. When you’d finally asked him about it, he’d told you that your boyfriend was kind of intimidating, telling you the truth. But you’d just laughed it off, had told him that he was silly, because Thomas wasn’t as mean as he looked. Still, Eddie tried to stay away from you whenever he was around.

He’d tried to steer away from you most of the time, but that didn’t help with his heart, because it still skipped a beat whenever he saw you. And lately, it’s become even worse. Because winter was over and spring was rather warm, so you started wearing skirts and dresses and Eddie… God, it was torture. Seeing all that soft skin and not being able to touch you because someone would probably chop his hands off - and his dick - made him nearly go insane. It would be easier for him, if he could just write you off, get you out of his mind, but he couldn’t. Because no other girl had caught his interest since you.

But he couldn’t have you. He wasn’t the kind of guy who ruined someone’s relationship, no matter his own feelings. Still, ever since you’d started wearing these dresses that ode up your thighs when you sat down or leaned over the table in the cafeteria to grab something, you’d been occupying his thoughts even more. Especially at night when he wanted to sleep, images of you filled his head and his hands started wandering. It was embarrassing, how often he’d jerked off to the thought of you. To the images of you in your tiny skirts, his mind reeling, because he wanted to stick his head beneath that skirt and show you how good he could make you feel…

But he couldn’t have you. And that was even more frustrating, because he couldn’t ask you out and let you break his heart by telling him that you didn’t want to go out with him. That might actually get you out of his head and his heart. But no, you were in a relationship with a guy you saw every couple of weeks, while Eddie was right in front of you and would lay the world at your feet.

“Earth to Eddie!” Dustin’s voice pulled him back to reality and Eddie blinked at the younger one. All eyes were on him, because he’d zoned out during their campaign again. The same had happened last week, so he’d told them what had been going on in his head. Not in detail, and he hadn’t told them who this was about, but they knew. Knew that he had a crush on this girl who was in a relationship, and he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He’d promised to focus the next time. That had worked out well.

“You thinking about her again?” Mike asked, looking him over. Eddie’s cheek turned red, because he’d rather keep that from the boys, but it was affecting their game. He either zoned out or he got irritated way too quickly.

“I’m sorry guys, it’s just…”

“She’s got a boyfriend and you can’t ask her out, we know.” Gareth sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “You just need to get laid. Get her out of your system. Or at least go on a date and focus your attention on someone else.”

“Yeah, right…” Eddie scoffed. Like he hadn’t thought about that himself, but he couldn’t even think of asking someone else out, because it wouldn’t be fair. Because he would still keep thinking about you, compare her to you. A one night stand might be an option, but Eddie really didn’t feel like it, and that was something he’d never had before.

“There’s nothing to be done about this now, because even without a boyfriend, she’s out of my league… so, gentlemen, let’s get back to our game.”

Eddie managed to focus his attention on the rest of the game until they separated for the evening. Once in his trailer, the thoughts were back, the images of you as you smiled at him and gave him a little wave whenever you saw him.

The others watched him leave, then turned towards each other.

“We really need to do something. He’s not himself like this.” Jeff shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I know,” Lucas agreed, “He’s taking his frustration out on us and we’re not really progressing with the campaign like this.”

“Band practice is shit as well. He doesn’t play like he usually does, and curses himself all the time. No concentration whatsoever, and it’s more painful than it is fun to play with him at the moment.” Gareth sighed. It had really started to affect every aspect, so he knew how much of a goner Eddie was. They really had to do something about this.

“I might have an idea.” Dustin thought for a moment, before he looked back at the others again. “As long as you’re okay with letting a girl join the campaign.”

“What? Who are you talking about?” It was Mike who asked the question that was burning on everyone’s tongue.

“I told you about my neighbour? Y/N?”

“Yeah, the one who used to babysit you.” Lucas tilted his head to the side, wondering where this was going.

“Right. She still helps me with homework and stuff, and she even got into DnD, so I helped her with her character, taught her everything she needs to know, and she’s been wanting to play for… I don’t know how long.”

“And you think she could play with us. What’s that got to do with the Eddie situation?” Jeff looked at Dustin like he was speaking in riddles.

“We want someone to take Eddie’s mind off this mystery girl. A/N is conveniently a girl, and a pretty one at that. And a huge nerd, but hardly anyone knows. And she just dumped her boyfriend and could use some distraction as well.”

“That does sound promising,” Gareth agreed.

“And she likes Eddie. I mean, she doesn’t care about the rumours and whatnot, and she even asked me about him from time to time.”

“Alright. But we can’t tell Eddie about this. We just have to bring her to the next meeting.” Gareth was right, and Dustin knew that. He’d take care of that.

—

Sunday after their little chat, you were spending the afternoon with Dustin. His Mum was out of town, and you really liked spending time with him. He always had a way to make you laugh, and you could really use the distraction. You weren’t heartbroken, you wouldn’t say that, but after a year in a relationship, it was still strange to be all by yourself again now. Granted, Thomas had been away most of the time, but you’d talked on the phone. But lately… the age difference between you two had started to show, and there was something else. One thing that had pushed you to pull the plug on this relationship. When Thomas had pushed you one night to have sex with him, because he’d wanted it. But you… you’d been feeling sick for a couple of days, so you hadn’t been in the mood.

“If you were a good girlfriend, you’d let me fuck you!”

At first you’d thought that you hadn’t heard him correctly, but he’d repeated his words. That was the moment you’d thrown him out of your house and had called him the next day to dump him. The words that had left his mouth after that had only confirmed to you that it had been the right decision. After a few days of reflecting on it, you saw a few things differently that had happened in your relationship. Things that you’d thought had been normal, but now appeared in a different light. He’d always pushed you around a little, but you’d just been so in awe, over the moon that he’d been interested in you that you’d fallen into a relationship too quickly. You’d seen everything through rose-coloured glasses until that night. And now, you were happy that you’d gotten rid of him. And you started to be more yourself again, wore what you liked, and yes, you purposefully dressed up a little to feel good about yourself.

“What would you say to a game of DnD?” Dustin asked out of the blue while you were preparing lasagna for dinner. You did that quite often, cooked together, or baked a cake. You were teaching Dustin stuff like that, because he was interested in it, and you had fun doing it.

“I’d like to test my knowledge one day. After all, you’ve been a pretty good teacher.” You smiled to yourself, because it had been great to listen to Dustin when he got so excited about something he loved. That had been the main reason why you’d gotten interested in the game in the first place.

“How about next week?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, we could use another player in this campaign, and I already told you about it. The others would love to get to know you! I told them that I taught you how to play.”

“Eddie as well?” Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him. You’d liked him from the moment he’d introduced himself to you - which should have been the first indicator that your relationship with Thomas hadn’t exactly been the right thing, considering the tingles the simple touch of his hand had sent along your arm and down your spine. Lately, though, whenever you’d met his gaze, he’d had this kind of grim look on his face, before he quickly looked away.

“We haven’t told him yet, because we want to surprise him. Have that moment of surprise on our side, you know?” A lame excuse, but Dustin hoped that you wouldn’t ask any questions about this. “But I know you’ll get along. I mean, you both like the same things.”

Yes, you’d noticed that as well, considering you liked most of the bands that he was wearing on his vest, on the shirts he wore when he wasn’t wearing the Hellfire shirt. You read the same books, which you’d talked about when you’d done that assignment at the beginning of the year, so Dustin was right. You just didn’t know whether it was a good idea to just join them when Eddie had been behaving weird around you lately.

“Alright. But introduce me to the boys first, alright?”

“Hey, I wanted to introduce you to my friends ages ago!”

That much was true, and you already felt like you knew Mike and Lucas from everything Dustin had told you. But it was still different to meet them in person.

—

It was Tuesday, the boys were enjoying their lunch when Dustin spotted you.

“Y/N! Over here!” he called out getting not only your attention, but also Eddie’s, who completely froze in his movements, pretzel still wedged between his lips. He knew he wouldn’t be able to eat it now, because his mouth was going dry.

You’d already made him feel on edge when you’d walked into class this morning, wearing a thin top beneath that bib skirt that hit you just above the knee. His eyes had been glued to your thighs, his mind reeling, because he wanted to crawl beneath that table and push his head between the soft flesh of your thighs. It had been torture to get through the rest of the lesson, but now, he’d thought that he was safe - until you walked up to their table, skirt winging with every step.

Eddie gritted his teeth, eyes glued to the table to try and calm his racing heart. It was on thing to sit in the same classroom with you where you had to concentrate on the teacher - or at least pretend to - but another to sit here at their table with you.

“Hey Dustin!” you said when you stopped next to the table, letting your eyes wander over the rest, giving them a little wave. “Hey Eddie.”

“Hello there,” Eddie managed, looking up and giving you a curt smile.

“This is Y/N, she lives next to me and she’s known me… pretty much all my life.”

“Yeah, I know all his little secrets,” you said with a laugh, while Dustin and Gareth both made some room for you so you could sit down. “He’s been talking about you guys a lot, so it’s nice to finally meet you.” Apart from Eddie, because you already knew him. Feeling his gaze on you made your heart beat even faster.

While you talked to the others, Eddie couldn’t really follow. You were sitting here with them, looking like a goddamn goddess and he was supposed to stay calm? So, he kept his eyes down, only glanced at you now and then, felt his heart squeeze every time that he caught you smiling, wishing that this smile was aimed at him instead of something one of the guys had said. God, he was getting jealous of his friends, who weren’t interested in you like that. Pathetic.

He was glad when the bell rang and he’d made it through this torture, when you got up from the table again to leave. But you looked at him once more.

“You coming, Eddie? We’ve got English together now.” Your innocent smile made him swallow hard. Yeah, right, he was coming, but not to class. He had to get out of here and get you out of his system.

“Sorry, sweetheart, I’ve got some other business to attend to. I’ll see you tomorrow.” It wasn’t the first time that he skipped class, it was a normal occurrence actually, but this time, it wasn’t because he just didn’t want to spend his time in a room with people who couldn’t stand him, but because he was painfully hard in his jeans and had to get going.

—

The next Hellfire Club meeting rolled around and you were a little nervous. Dustin had reassured you that it would be great, and so had Jeff, because they were actually excited to play with you. That only left Eddie, who didn’t know yet what was gonna happen. They told you to wait outside the door until they called you.

“There you are. I thought you were gonna stand me, now that we’re approaching the end of this campaign!” Eddie was lounging on his throne, legs thrown over one of the armrests, as if he was trying to get comfortable there.

“We’d never do that!” Mike said immediately, approaching the table.

“Everyone here?” Eddie looked at each one of them, before he tilted his head to the side. “Where's Sinclair?”

“Yeah about that…” Mike started, rubbing the back of his neck. Lucas had been really busy with basketball, so that was a good excuse to give Eddie.

“He has this basketball thing, so he can’t make it.” Dustin provided, and it wasn’t even a lie. They had training and games all the time, so it had been hard for Lucas to juggle both, but he’d always tried. Today, though, it was just convenient to get you into that campaign.

“What?”

“Yes, but we brought a substitute.”

“And you didn’t tell me that before? Does your substitute even know how to play?” This was off to a great start, and Eddie nearly wanted to scream. They’d been working towards their final session, and he’d poured his heart into everything only to be stood up by Lucas now.

“She does. I’ve been teaching her for some time now, and we always talked about the meetings, what happened here, so she’s in the loop.” Dustin was rather proud of that, and proud of you.

“She?” That caught Eddie’s attention even more, because hardly any girl was interested in DnD. “I can hardly say no, can I? You won’t make it alone. So bring her in you sneaky bastards.” They should have told him before tonight, but since he didn’t want to postpone - that had never happened and it wouldn’t start now - he’d just accept whatever player they brought in.

“Come on in,” Dusting called to you, and you took another deep breath before you walked through the door and towards the table.

“Y/N?!” Eddie pretty much squeaked as he tried to sit up, nearly falling from the chair in the process. His heart squeezed at the sight of you, hips swaying while you walked towards him. Were those leather pants that you were wearing? The Dio Shirt you were wearing caught his attention, especially with all the alterations you’d made, the low neckline that accentuated your cleavage. You were probably the last person he’d expected to see here.

“Hey Eddie… I hope it’s alright that I chip in for Lucas?” Insecurity shone in your eyes as you started chewing on your bottom lip - a telltale sign of how nervous you actually were. Eddie felt bad for a moment because of his reaction, so he quickly put on a smile and gestured towards the seats.

“Yes… sure… I mean… they can use the help I guess.” Nervous laughter escaped his lips as he smoothed a hand over his hair, sat upright in his throne. He wanted to put your mind at ease, while he knew that it wasn’t a good idea that you were here. Especially not when you were looking like this. Still, he’d never throw you out, could never bring himself to do that. Not when his heart was beating a mile a minute with you here, and he felt all warm and fuzzy.

And you surprised him. Dustin had really taught you well, and you proved valuable to the company. Eddie managed to keep his focus on what was going on - maybe because his thoughts didn’t need to drift off to you, because you were right here. But he also caught himself glancing at you more and more. At the way you whispered to the others, at the smile that made your whole face light up. Your laughter made him feel all warm and happy inside, and made him smile in turn. It was great that you were enjoying yourself, he was just happy that the others were around, since that put some distance between the two of you.

When you leaned over the table to retrieve your dice, though, he hoped that you’d taken the seat right next to him instead of across the table. Because when you did that, he could see right down your shirt at the black lace bra that covered breasts, and he couldn’t help the groan that came over his lips.

“You okay, Eddie?” Dustin asked, and Eddie was glad the room was dimly lit, so that hopefully nobody was able to see the blush that was staining his cheeks a dark pink.

“Yeah, but if you keep going into all kinds of rooms, we’ll either sit here until it’s three in the morning, or we’ll need another day.” That was a good excuse and one that nobody questioned, because they tended to explore everything sometimes and Eddie had to think of something, because you caught him off guard.

You ended up stopping the game at ten, because it was getting too late for the younger ones.

“Next week… Then we’ll see whether you’re able to win, or if you all die a painful death!” Eddie’s dramatic voice echoed through the room making you chuckle. He always had a thing for theatrics, and you loved it, because that was just so Eddie.

“Thank you for letting me join, I really had a blast!” you said to Eddie, once it was just the two of you and Dustin. “And I could really use the distraction.”

“You did really well!” Eddie slowly looked up at you, a smile on his lips. “Why did you need distraction?” Curiosity got the better of him, because he really wanted to know. And he especially wanted to know why you were spending your time here, when it was actually a weekend when Thomas was home - if he remembered correctly.

“You ready to leave?” Dustin interrupted before you were able to answer.

“Yes… sure!” You reached for your bag and dug out your car keys.

“Will you join us next week again?” Eddie drew your attention back to him, as he rocked back on his heels. While seeing you around made him go all kinds of crazy, because he wanted nothing more than to pull you against his chest and kiss the air from your lungs, he also enjoyed your company in something like this, something that he loved, and you apparently enjoyed as well. “You’re part of this campaign now. Wouldn’t be fair to leave them to fight alone now.”

“I’ll be there, Munson,” you said with a laugh before you left with Dustin for the evening, leaving Eddie looking after you, eyes fixed on your butt that looked way too good in these leather pants.

—

The next week, you end up sitting with the guys every day, and Eddie is awfully quiet. You noticed that, because he was usually so talkative, but with you around, he seemed to become quieter. Of course, you hoped that it had nothing to do with you, but you couldn’t shake the feeling. It was never quiet at the table, though, because there was constant chatter about this and that, and also about Friday night when you would beat Eddie.

“Right, y/n?” Dustin said, pulling you back from your thoughts.

“Of course!” A bright smile appeared on your lips. You hadn’t thought that you’d have so much fun playing DnD with them, but you did, and you really found yourself looking forward to this evening.

After school Eddie waited for you at your car, surprising you with his appearance while he hadn’t said a word to you during lunch break.

“Is… everything alright?” You asked him, stopping right in front of him.

“Yeah… yeah,” he hesitated for a moment, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, before he held his hand out to you. “That’s for you.”

Curiously, you took what he was holding out to you and unfolded it. It was a Hellfire Club shirt.

“Are you serious?” Your voice was quiet, almost down to a whisper as your fingers traced over the writing on the shirt.

“Since you’re gonna fight along with the others, I thought you deserved your own shirt.” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, an uncertain smile on his lips, but when you hugged him close, he let out a sigh of relief. “You like it?”

“I love it!” You squeezed him even tighter, your breasts pressed against his chest, and Eddie tried to compose himself, though he would try his best to remember this feeling until he was alone again. His hands landed on your waist, holding your in place, while you weren’t letting go of him. “This is so sweet, thank you!” You pulled back slightly, to press your lips to his cheek before you stepped away from him.

“You.. You’re welcome!” That kiss had taken him completely off-guard.He pulled a strand of hair in front of his face to hide the blush that was creeping up his neck to his cheeks. “And… um… Thomas won’t mind that you’re spending your time with some teenagers on a Friday night?”

You stopped in your movements, kept the door of your car open, while you turned back around to Eddie. Yeah you’d told him about your boyfriend when you’d gotten to know each other better, because it had slipped out, but you didn’t think that he’d remember. You’d wanted to answer his question last Friday, had wanted to tell him about this, but Dustin had interrupted.

“That’s none of his business anymore,” you said, leaning against your car, a small smile on your lips. “Dumped him, so that was why I could use the distraction last Friday.”

“Oh…” Eddie’s face fell, but was quickly replaced with a smile of his own. He didn’t mean to, but he couldn’t help it, because that meant that this scary Marine guy wasn’t a part of your life anymore, and that he might someday have a chance with you. At least now, he could try. “I’m sorry… Are you okay? Did he do something?” Not that Eddie would be able to take him in a fist fight, but he knew ways to make this guy’s life hell.

“Yeah, I am. Friday really helped me, and even before that I knew that I was better off without him.” You shrugged your shoulders. Seeing him so concerned about you made your heart skip a beat. “He was… kind of demanding. Called me a shitty girlfriend for not wanting to fuck him while I was sick in bed, just because he was horny.”

“Excuse me?!” It was half because of what you had told him about your ex boyfriend, half because of the fact that you were talking about your sexlife with him at all.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like sex as much as the next person, but now when I’ve thrown up half the day and every bone hurts.”

“Yeah… understandable. What a dick!” God, Eddie wanted to shake him and punch some sense into that guy. “He should take care of you in a situation like that, and not think that he could get it. Unbelievable.”

“Thank you!” Finally someone who understood you, but then you realised just what you’d told him and you felt your neck start to burn from the embarrassment. “Sorry, that’s too much information.”

“No, don’t worry!” It was actually good that he knew. Knew about your ex-boyfriend, about the way he’d treated you, and knew that you liked sex as much as the next person. He’d really like to find out what exactly you meant with that.

“Anyway…” You heaved a sigh but smiled at him once more. “I’ll see you tomorrow. And thank you again for this.” You held up the shirt, but you didn’t only mean that, you meant the whole conversation, because it had been good to say these things out loud.

“See you tomorrow.” Eddie gave you a little wave before he turned around and headed straight home. Oh, you had no idea how much you’d fueled his fantasies, and it was probably better this way.

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Not even half an hour in, and everyone was yelling during the campaign. You were wearing your own Hellfire Club shirt for this occasion, because you were now one of them. They’d accepted you, especially because they’d realised how much… calmer Eddie seemed to be in your presence. Dustin was glad that his plan had worked, considering how Eddie looked at you, and you looked at him. There was serious chemistry, they’d watched that during your lunch breaks all week, so they’d come up with a plan. It had cost them quite some money, but it had been worth it to hopefully see both of you happy.

You had even more fun than last week, enjoyed your time with the boys, and especially with Eddie, who you found looking at you with a gentle smile on his lips every now and then. It had taken you until half past nine to finish the campaign, but you won, and none of you had died. That definitely called for a celebration, and you promised to meet up at the Hideout the next day, because Corroded Coffin were playing there. You’d have all evening to celebrate instead of just half an hour or an hour today, especially because Mike and Dustin were off to meet up with Lucas.

“Oh yeah, before I forget…” Gareth walked up to you and Eddie, since you were the only ones left now. He handed you an envelope with a grin. “So you can go on your first date together instead of just staring at each other when the other one’s not looking.”

Before any of you could react, Gareth turned around and left. Eddie was too stunned to speak, cheeks turning red immediately, while you stared down at the envelope, curious to know what was in there. When you pulled two Dio tickets out of it, you gasped.

“No fucking way!” you breathed, let your fingertips graze over the lettering. You’d tried everything to get your hands on tickets, but you hadn’t been able, and here these guys had somehow gotten two tickets for you and Eddie. By now, he’d been able to compose himself and was now leaning over your shoulder.

“Fucking hell!” Eddie mumbled close to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine as you realised how close he was, his chest touching your shoulder. Slowly, you turned around to face him, holding up the tickets.

“So… what do you say, Munson? Is it a date?” The way the corner of your lips turned up made him nearly sigh.

“Do you really need to ask?” Eddie couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips. He pushed his hair back from his face, the tension easing out of his shoulders because of the way you were looking at him. “I’ve been wanting to ask you on a date ever since we met!”

Your whole face crumbled. He had what now? He’d never breathed a word about this, and you’d never suspected it, completely oblivious to everything.

“When I nearly had the courage, you told me that you had a boyfriend.”

“Right.” Thomas… yeah, back then you’d still been happy, but that way you’d felt around Eddie had still confused you, because it hadn’t been right, not while you’d been in a relationship.

“So I kept quiet… but God, you’ve been occupying my mind all this time.” Eddie shook his head, because he didn’t actually want to confess all this to you, but the words just kept pouring out. “And ever since you started wearing all these short skirts and dresses… I don’t think there was a moment when I didn’t think of you. These were driving me completely insane!”

You had the audacity to chuckle.

“It’s not funny, y/n!” But Eddie still smiled, baring his soul here to you, because now that he’d started, there was no stopping.

“So you noticed that.”

“Of fucking course I noticed! Everyone with eyes in their heads probably noticed! I felt like a perv looking at you, but I couldn’t look away either, and the images you put in my head… You were the reason for me skipping school now and then!” He didn’t have to say out loud what he meant with that, because you could imagine it. And you couldn’t deny the fact that it turned you on, knowing that you’d had that effect on him, because he’d occupied your thoughts and dreams as well.

“I started dressing like this after I broke up with Thomas. It made me feel good about myself, and I needed that. To feel… desired I guess.”

“Oh, honey, believe me… it worked.” Eddie chuckled, but that died down when he felt your hand reaching for his. Your fingers interlaced with his made him feel like his whole skin was tingling.

“So…” You slowly raised your head to look up at him, pulled your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment, before you released it again. “About that date…”

“Yes! What kind of question is that even?” Eddie chuckled, feeling like the happiest man in the world right now. It had taken you months to get here, and he hadn’t even been the one to ask you out, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was that you would be going on a date. He’d definitely have to thank the club for this.

“Just thought I’d make sure.” Your laughter died down, when Eddie squeezed your hand, raised his free hand to pinch your chin to make you look up at him, before his lips came down on yours. He wasn’t ready to wait until that concert to kiss you. He needed that now, needed to make sure that this was really happening, needed to taste you.

When you felt his tongue prod against your lips, you opened up to him, moaning into the kiss as you let go of his hand to wrap your arms around him, tangling your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. Eddie pulled you close, his tongue exploring your mouth, giving as much as he was receiving from you.

When you pulled away, you were both breathless, still holding onto each other, lips mere inches away. Eddie smiled against your lips, raising one hand to cup your cheek.

“I think we owe these little dipshits thanks. Thank them for pulling you in as a substitute and for the tickets.”

“Mhm… You got a point.” You mumbled, leaning your forehead against his, fingertips dancing over the back of his neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “But that can wait until tomorrow, right?”

“Right…” Eddie whispered before he kissed you again. Now, that he had you, he wouldn’t let you go that quickly.

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