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slvttyplum · 5 months

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ಇ. Lock me up | Suguru Geto

Synopsis: Suguru shows you who’s in possession of who.

Contents: Manipulation, Choking, Dirty talk, Toe sucking, Smut.

Suguru Geto was the master manipulator; he knew how to get what he wanted with no more than a few words.

Everyone around him was at his utter disposal, and no one cared when they were thrown out; they were only happy they got the chance to be so close to him.

He was so pretty, smart, and talented that he kept his way all the time, like a spoiled child, except no one corrected his ways.

You knew a lot by being with him in the short two months you had, which surprised you that you even lasted this long.

He treated you with no respect, yet you were still with him.

His status somehow allowed him to treat people like shit outside his circle; the people he kept around for the longest got the best of the stick, except you.

The day was warm, and you arrived at Suguru's house. The cold winter air floated past you as you rang the doorbell.

It was silence for a few seconds; nothing but the whistling air passed by until Suguru opened the door.

His hair in a bun and sweats with no shirt on, the view causing your heart to beat faster, your coat not the only thing keeping you warm.

“Why are you still standing out there? come on.” You quickly snap out of your thoughts and walk him. The house smelled like cinnamon; it was nice.

Suguru walks behind you and stops, just looking at you and feeling his eyes pierce into your skin.

“What is it?” You ask, sliding off your coat and putting it on the coat rack. He says nothing and folds his arms.

“Nothing. You just smell different.” Hearing that made you roll your eyes. He wanted to start drama today.

The thought alone made you tense up, and you hated getting into arguments with him because he'd make you feel bad afterwards.

You decide to just ignore him since anything you said, he wouldn’t stand for. From your silence, he quickly walks over to you, putting his hand around your neck.

“Speak when spoken to.” his mouth directly by your ear, making your heart race, the grip he had on your neck tightening.

You let out a sigh and nodded, "Yeah.” not sure if he still wanted you to answer his previous question.

He quickly lets go of your neck and walks away, your hand slowly rubbing over where his hand previously was.

What a dick.

“Anyone else coming?” striking casual conversation so another uncomfortable one wouldn’t be brought out.

Suguru plops down on the couch and leans forward, grabbing the remote off the coffee table in front of him.

You sit down beside him, closer to the arm of the chair. Before answering your question, he flips through a few channels before settling on one.

“No. why? scared to be alone with me or something?” The assumption catching you off guard, but he wasn’t all the way off track.

Being alone with him could be uncomfortable sometimes, especially when he wasn’t in a good mood.

"I didn’t say that. I was just wondering.” This time you said it with a base in your voice, so he wouldn’t pester you about it.

He slides the remote back on the coffee table and scoots closer to you, his hand on your thigh, rubbing small circles with his thumb, the action catching you off guard as you stare at the TV, the moving people on screen sinking you in.

“What’s wrong?” His voice was low and in an almost aggravated tone. He hated when you would shrug him off, ignore him, act scared, or do anything else that pissed him off, so of course you were trembling under his touch, especially with no one else there.

"Nothing; it's just cold.” the swift lie sliding off your tongue as your hand balls in a fist, quickly unballing it and sliding it between your legs, your hand sliding over his. He looks at you and down at the hands touching, a scoff falling out of his mouth.

Your heart was beating so fast that you didn't know what to do; maybe it was just best to leave.

"Come," is all Suguru says before standing up and grabbing your arm, quickly walking down the dark hall to his bedroom. As many times as you’ve been here, stepping foot in his bedroom was a no-no.

Finally, he swiftly opens the door, dragging you in and slamming the door shut, locking it. His body is up against the door with his arms folded, like an upset parent about to scold you.

You sigh and back up, keeping a safe distance between the both of you. The air in the room was different; it didn't have that same sweet smell with hints of his natural scent but instead a mellow smell, one you couldn't describe, and you hated it.

“Stop lying to me; why do you act as if I hurt you?” His voice now booming in your direction, a lump immediately dropping in your throat. There he goes again, blaming you and antagonizing you.

Your eyes flicker to his gaze, then back to your hands, where they are fidgeting. Not sure what to say or do because either way he would spazz the fuck out, opening your mouth, then quickly closing it because what would come out?

“I don't, I am not... "I'm not lying.” That was the safest thing to say, hoping he wouldn't get mad. Suguru uncrosses his arms and walks towards you, holding his hand out and grabbing your arm, his thumb pressing into your skin so hard you wince.

His eyes piercing into you and a smirk smoothing across his lips, he leans down, pressing a kiss on your cheek as his other arm slides across your waist, his embrace making you sigh. He felt good, and you hated it.

“How’re you going to prove to me you aren't lying, hm?” His voice is husky as he rubs. He slides his hand to your back, rubbing you up and down; his touch sends tingles throughout your body; and his voice makes you melt.

Leaning back and looking up at him, you slowly press your lips into his, his sweetness unfolding on your lips, and he wastes no time sliding his tongue inside your mouth, your tongue running over his as both of yours slide over each other. He tasted good, did you?

He walks into you, causing you to stumble back, and he keeps walking, trying to keep your balance.

You grab his shoulders for stability, and the next thing you know, you're backed into the bed, flopping down on the edge of the bed.

He disconnects from the kiss and backs away, pulling the string on his sweatpants as he looks at you, his eyes never leaving you, making something quiver inside you.

The look could havemultiple meanings, s but right now he wants you to strip, and that you do, quickly taking off your shirt, then sliding your hands down to your jeans and unbuttoning them.

Your eyes slide from his and down his body, looking down and seeing he already took off his sweats; he’s just wearing his briefs, his print noticeable as his length is pressing against the black fabric, almost begging to come out, making your mouth water.

His sex appeal was no joke; every person who slept with him, including yourself, knew that. Is that why he called you over today, to fuck? That makes sense; no one else was over, and the times spent alone always led to this.

“Get out of your head.” his finger lifting your jaw up, your eyes fixed on his again. He leans down to your level, putting both his hands on the sides of you, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath, making your heart quicken.

He leans in a little before letting out a laugh, your hands fidgeting over each other, trying to take off your jeans with him being this close, his dark eyes still looking into yours, too scared to look away from his staring.

Finally getting them off, Suguru leans in again, this time kissing you, starting off with a couple of pecks, then full on kissing you, his breath pushing into yours as he leans all the way into you, your body hitting the cold sheets.

His hands sliding up the bed, one slowly running up the side of your body, then to the hem of your panties, playing with it, his tongue sliding across your again, your saliva mixing with his making you hot, his lower half pressing into yours harder.

You could feel his length pushing out harder than before. He leaned up, disconnecting the kiss, a string of spit following, then falling on your chest, his head slowly leaning down, sliding his tongue over the spit, then down to your cleavage, where your breasts were sitting perfectly.

He presses a kiss down after, then trails down to your stomach, pressing another kiss down, his eyes still fixed on yours, making you nervous. The embarrassment that was lingering is now gone when he slides his hand in between your legs, pushing the side of his finger into your core, making you twitch.

“Tell me, how many people have you fucked as of late" the question making you jolt. He wanted to do this here.

You swallow the lump in your throat, propping yourself on your elbows as he kisses your belly button.

“No one, why?” Your voice was shaky from him pressing his finger into your core again, the pleasure shooting through, making your thighs clench.

His response was a laugh before sliding his tongue down from your belly button to the hem of your panties.

Both his hands now at your hips squeezing and his eyes still fixed on yours, he wanted to watch every expression you made and every sound that left past your pretty lips.

Those beautiful eyes fixed on him made him sohard,d he thought he was going to explode

“Because you’re so wet down here, you’re even soaked through your fucking panties.” His eyes quickly jump from yours to your panties, he moves his hands to your thighs, pushing them open, an amused scoff quickly slipping out of his lips.

To his assumption, he was right. There was a wet spot right in the middle of your panties, He looks at you again and slowly leans in between your thighs, placing a kiss on one of your thighs, then placing many kisses towards your core, placing another right on the wet spot, making you twitch.

The action makes you more aroused. He slides his hands up your thighs to your hips, hooking both his fingers in the hem and the opening, slowly sliding them down. Once they are down to the middle of your thigh, he can see the wet string connecting your core and panties.

You slowly lay back on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Nervousness runs through your body, making your blood hotter.

Your panties now dangling off your ankles as Suguru presses another kiss on your wet, aching core.

He slides his hands back to your thighs, pushing them back, your swollen cunt on full display waiting to be devoured, his mouth salivating at the mouth-watering sight, swallowing a big lump in his throat, trying to compose himself.

His tongue peeking out and sliding over your clit making your body jolt, the small action making you let out a tiny moan, a sly smirk on his face, fully sliding out his tongue, a long stripe on your slit, his spit and your wetness colliding.

Licking again, staring at you and how your chest goes up and down rapidly with each stripe taken on your core, his lower body grinding into the bed as he keeps going.

His whole mouth coated with your fluid and his saliva, your eyes are shut, but you slowly open one looking at him to find he’s looking straight at you, a small laugh erupting from his mouth.

Lean out, resting his head on your thigh, still looking at you with a wet mouth. “Take off your bra," is all he says, and you comply. He wanted to see your tits and your face in the same frame as he ate your pussy, the sweet taste invading his tongue.

As much as he wanted to fuck you, he wanted to taste you and watch your expressions and the way you moved whenever he put his tongue on your pussy.

Making him want to just cum in his briefs; the way your breasts fall out of the bra makes him snap out of his thoughts; and your shy, embarrassed expression makes him push his lower body into the mattress.

He leans off your thigh and goes back to licking and moving his mouth in sync while tasting you, trying to get in every taste floating inside his mouth and back of his throat.

As the pleasure erupts in your pussy and lower stomach, you slide your hand on his tongue, tugging on the bun he had in his hair.

A small moan floating out past your lips as you feel the knot dropping in your stomach felt so good. The way he moved his tongue over your folds and then sucked on your clit sent you to heaven, the grip on his bun getting tighter as he moved his tongue back to your clit swirling it around.

Your thighs clench and close on him as you release, your body arching with pleasure and your nipples cold from the air sticking out, the view of your nipples and your mouth open with the intense pleasure making him moan.

Your back hits the mattress again, and your breathing slowly returns to normal. Suguru smiles, leaning up and completely taking off his boxers, the action making your stomach clench.

Of course, you've done it before, but he still made you nervous.

He slides up to you, lining himself up with your entrance, slowly sliding in, a low moan sliding out of his mouth, your walls clinging onto him with no hesitation; he couldn't hold back.

Pushing into you deeper, causing you to moan, your hands coming up to cover your mouth, his hand quickly grabs your arm, pushing it to the side.

“I want to hear how good I make you feel.” his dick sliding out of you, then back into you forcefully, causing your body to budge up.

The top of your head rubbing over the pillows set behind you, his leg lifting up as he slowly runs his hand down your thigh to your leg, putting it over his shoulder.

Suguru pulls out and pushes into you, his tip pushing into your sweet spot, causing your back to arch.

You quickly lift your hand and push his stomach away from the overwhelming amount of pleasure rushing through your body, your blood running hotter.

His eyes piercing into you and your cheeks getting harder from how he’s looking at you, his teeth clinging onto his bottom lip as he pushes deeper into you, trying to get that exhausted expression, you can feel his dick twitch inside of you throbbing against your hot, wet walls.

Sliding out again, he fully thrusts into you, your toes curling by his ear, catching his attention from his peripheral, his head slowly leaning to the side, kissing your toe and putting it in his mouth, your body jolting.

“Mm’ngh suguru, no dont." Your head spinning and your stomach curling from everything; the overwhelming pleasure shooting through your body; it was too much, but at the same time it felt just right; your hand coming up to one of your breasts and fondling them.

His eyes watching you closely as you do so, one of your fingers coming up and sliding in your mouth, sucking your fingers, his hips slamming into you again, your fingers sliding to the back of your throat, immediately gagging.

“Keep going.” was all he grunted out before sliding out of you again. The wet noise of your cunt filling the room and going through your ears made you even wetter. It felt so good and made you feel good knowing he was pulsing inside you, trying to hold himself back.

Suguru slides your toe of his mouth and pushes into you, his tip once again kissing your sweet spot and sending you over. Your clit was throbbing, and your wet walls were clenching and pulsing off and on his length.

You continue sucking your fingers at him, your eyes starting to get watery from the pleasure, the knot in your stomach unraveling over, the deep pit in your stomach finally falling as your dripping cunt clenches around his dick, and your back arching again.

“Oh my… fuck!” is all that fell out of your nasty mouth. Suguru loved you so much, his dick pulsing inside of you, knowing he was next, quickly pushing into you again and again, your moans sliding out of your mouth and your head spinning, almost dizzy from how much pleasure you’re receiving.

Your thigh is so far pushed against your stomach, you’re getting built-up pleasure pushed against your stomach. Your other leg is still dangling on his shoulder.

He pushes deeper inside you, his jaw clenching, and so does his hand around your leg.

The most pleasurable thing out of this whole thing is him staring at you, staring at you like you’re a painting, staring at you like he never wants you to leave.

It made you feel good. His dark eyes trace over you like you’re prey, but instead of eating you, he’s going to fuck you into oblivion.

“Tell me how good I make you and how I'm the only one that can fuck you this good.” His words sent shivers down your spine, making your hair stand up.

A lump caught in your throat. This wasn't one of his tricks, but even if it was, you wouldn't care.

“You're the only one who can make me feel this good.” your throat forming another lump and tears falling out of your eyes as he continuously slams into you, you could feel his dick pulse expanding your walls little by little repeatedly.

He slides out of you slowly, obviously not caring if he cums inside you. To your luck, he takes his hand off your leg and puts his hand around his dick, putting it on top of your now swollen cunt, releasing his warm cum leaking out bit by bit, making you aroused.

“Fucking right, I'm not the only one who can make you feel good.” a smile dancing on his lips, his body leaning down and his face close, both of you nose to nose, butterflies floating in your stomach.

“You’re mine; act like it.” was all that followed. Then he leaned up, going to the bathroom to grab a washcloth. Your body was hot and aching; it was true, you were his, locked up for his disposable, yet you were still aroused by the thought.

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ateezmakemeweep · 2 years

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love is gone (preview)

word count: 700

his arrogance is obvious, written all over his annoyingly chiseled face - but what’s even more obvious, what bothers you the most about him, is his complete and utter disinterest in everything.

school, his peers, being on time to class - he doesn’t seem to care about anyone but himself. he walks around so dark and brooding, like no one else’s problems could possibly be as bad as his.

truthfully, you’re just beyond grateful that you weren’t his lab partner because you’re sure he contributes absolutely nothing. will just mooch off the people who do all the hard work and actually put effort in and-

“y/n, holy shit,” yunjin suddenly says, the pissed off look on your face like one she’s never seen from you before (or, at least, within the past three weeks she’s known you).

“who the heck are you looking at like that?”

“yo hana, you better watch out,” wooyoung says, not so quietly whispering over the table. “looks like someone’s caught your boy’s eye.”

“what?” she snaps, high pitched tone causing the ball buster himself to wince. “like seriously, wooyoung, what are you ever talking about?“

bullshit or not, saying it to get under her skin or not, it doesn’t stop the girl from whipping her head to the side (wooyoung’s surprised she doesn’t snap her neck) to see seonghwa looking over at a table across the room.

she follows his gaze to a group of three: a tall man laughing, a purple-haired sneering girl and one focused down on her work.

“seonghwa,” she calls softly, his name falling on deaf ears.

ever since that first day of physics, when he was feeling just a little pissed off because he woke up and the sky was blue so he had to take it out on you, you two haven’t spoken.

in fact, it seems like you do everything in your power to not look at him or anyone else.

he doesn’t know why he singled you out, he knows everyone was looking at the asshole who came in late that day, but he was pleased he did. there was a fire in your eyes that he found incredibly amusing.

it’s obvious you’re a teachers pet, which he finds pathetically annoying. you’re always there before him, always sat right in the front row and almost make it a point to be the last one leaving.

like the professor really gives a fuck that you’re asking questions seonghwa’s positive you already know the answers too.

and don’t get him started on how often you raise your fucking hand, always one of the first to answer a question or help a fellow peer or-

“hwa?”

that grabs his attention a little too well, his cold gaze moving away from you and onto the girl beside him.

“i’ve told you not to call me that.”

“what do you mean, hwa?” hana asks, that whine she uses to try and be cute never succeeding. “i always call you that.”

“yeah and i never like it,” seonghwa mumbles lowly, his former roommate, of course, catching his words.

“oh hwa-ey, you say the funniest things,” wooyoung says dreamily, love-filled eyes of admiration making hwa-ey’s lips quirk in amusement; but just as quick as seonghwa’s smile threatened to surface, so did wooyoung’s change in conversation.

“for real though, who did you see?” wooyoung asks, nosy to an absolute fault. “looked like you’d rather take hana on an actual date than talk to them.”

“don’t you have parents to disappoint? go fail another three classes, asshole.”

“it was actually only one, hana, but the same can't be said about your std scares. go tell your parents that.”

seonghwa throws them both a look that he knows won’t do much - he’s never met two people who hate each other as much as wooyoung and hana hate each other.

and it’s not even the sexual tension, enemies to lovers, we’ve-been-arguing-this-whole-time-because-we-wanna-kiss type hate. it’s pure, genuine, unfiltered hate.

ever since the moment they met each other.

“no one,” seonghwa says, hoping to break the tension with the story he personally finds hysterical. “just some random chick in my physics class.”

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2jaeh · 3 years

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INSUFFERABLE l KIM DOYOUNG

GENRE: mature theme, slight smut

WARNINGS: choking, dom themes, cursing

asshole! Doyoung , enemies to ???

Words : 4k

You’re put in a group project with the most annoying pretentious jerk your law class had to offer. Immediately Doyoung tries to boss you around but you being you, you weren’t taking his shit...soon enough he finds out he can dominate you after all...in a very different way.

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“Theres no fucking way...no fucking way” you groaned looking at your group project list, eyes narrowing on possibly the worst people within your course year. Slumping in your seat you half smiled at the girl who approached you, one of your fellow members from project hell.

“Heyyy y/n I think we're in a group together” she grinned and took a seat next to you, flipping her red hair over her shoulder and checked herself out in her mirror covered cellphone.

Dami was probably the most narcissistic person you'd ever met and being in law, it was definitely a common trait around here. Dami sat up and began tapping you on your shoulder frantically “He’s in our group! Kim Doyoung is in our group” the two of you watched as the dark haired man conversed with the lecturer, casually turning back to look at the table where you guys sat, in annoyance.

“That guy is such a prick” a guy who slid in the desk behind you, Seungmin said and Dami nodded in agreeance as you all continued to watch him.

“Ive never really spoken to him before” you cocked your head, “What’s so annoying about him?”

This time another group member joined in, a quieter girl who normally sat in the back Jisoo, cleared her throat, “He is really bossy and only likes to do things his own way.”

‘Well he is about to meet his worst nightmare’ you thought knowing nothing pissed you off more than someone telling you what to do.

The muffled conversations around you began to soften as you felt someone stand over you and drop a file on your desk. Looking up, you locked eyes with the one and only Kim Doyoung, dressed in his usual black slacks, black turtleneck and clear rimmed spectacles. He raised his eyebrow at you as if you were supposed to guess what he wanted.

“What ?” you challenged him, folding your arms across your chest and returned an eyebrow raise.

Doyoung sighed in annoyance, his long slender fingers moved across the file and opened it swiftly, “I want you to do roll call” he said coldly.

A lump formed in your throat. You felt like you were being talked down to, it was something that infuriated the hell out of you. He wasn't older than you, nor was he getting better grades than you but somehow he had a superiority complex. Dami quickly nudged you and you rolled your eyes, “Seungmin ?”

“Here!”

“Jisoo ?” you placed a tick as you called out each name.

“Dami, Jangjun…?” you looked around and noticed that the usually loud comedic relief in your classroom was nowhere to be seen.

“I think Jangjun is late, i’ll text him” Seungmin sighed and pulled out his phone. You turned back to the roll call sheet and pursed your lips, “Kim Doyoung ?”

Doyoung just looked down at you, sucking in his bottom lip and raised that damn eyebrow at you again.

“You need to say ‘here’ do you not know how roll call works ?” you tested him and he rolled his eyes and sighed, “here.”

You smiled to yourself, completely satisfied with pissing him off when your internal celebration was interrupted by an out of breath Jangjun, who threw his bag on the floor and took a seat on Dami’s desk. Doyoung looked at him disgustingly, and even though you too were obviously annoyed by Jangjun’s tardiness, was that reaction really necessary ?

“Be on time” Doyoung sneered and grabbed the roll call file making his way back to the lecturer.

“Fuck Kim Doyoung is in this group ?” Jangjun groaned, sharing the sentiments of the entire meeting. You couldnt believe these were the people you had to work with for the week. It's like you could almost feel an outburst waiting to happen, whether it be from you or Kim Doyoung.

Doyoung returned and took out his phone, not really looking at any of you as he spoke, “we should make a group chat to update each other on work”

The group hastily shared each other's details and Doyoung created the chat and pinned a set of three rules.

The first was the group was strictly to be used for the project, no small talk or any other messages that weren't related to the project. The second rule was that no one talks about the group content in private chats as it will cause confusion among members. Lastly you weren't allowed to message after 9pm unless it was an emergency, a very serious emergency.

“Dang is this the military ?” Jangjun snickered as Seungmin and Dami tried their best to hide their laughs. It was typical of people like Dami and Jangjun to not take anything seriously. Their families were well off and they were just studying just for a piece of paper you call a degree. Doyoung couldn't even hide his annoyance, not like he ever did but he seemed particularly pissed off today.

“Look, just follow the rules and all of you get a free pass and then we never have to speak to each other again” Doyoung spat and made his way to the exit leaving the rest of you in utter shock.

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The first two days were utter hell as Doyoung tried to take control of almost every aspect of the project and frankly you didn't even mind because his business proposal was flawless, it was just the way he spoke to all of you that drove you insane.

“Dami its not fucking rocket science all you need to do is make a clientele spreadsheet with the mock list the professor gave us” Doyoung didnt even lift his head from his laptop, unaware of the impact his words had on her.

Dami pushed away from the desk and her eyes began to well up and before you knew it she was running out of the library, with Jisoo and Seungmin following quickly out of concern.

“Nice move asshole” you rolled your eyes, continuing to work on your laptop.

Doyoung peered up and pushed his spectacles up, “what was that?”

“I said nice move asshole, do you intend to talk to your future clients like that?” He initiated a different kind of anger from you but you managed to keep your cool. Doyoung shrugged as if what he had said to Dami had not carried any weight and continued typing away.

A few minutes of the members disappearance quickly turned to an hour and Doyoung’s nonchalance about the whole ordeal really ticked you off to the point of slamming your laptop closed and pushed back from the desk.

Doyoung quirked his eyebrow at you, “Is something wrong ?”

“Is something wrong” you mimicked him, “Jangjun hasn't come in today because you sent him on multiple errands, and you just made Dami cry over something so ridiculous”

Doyoung sat back in his seat and rubbed his temples, “They're all freeloaders, you and I are the only ones doing work, why do you care so much about them?”

“Basic human fucking decency maybe?” you groaned and ran your fingers through your hair, “listen im not like them, i'm not gonna take shit from you”

“Sure”

“Youre a fucking asshole Kim Doyoung.”

—-

You lay in bed and replayed that scene with Doyoung in your head multiple times. He was so unbothered by your antics nor did he care about anyone's feelings within the group. He was cold, heartless all he thought about was himself. His cold expression was practically engraved in your head, spending all these hours with him was really not your favourite pastime.

Group 7 gc 7:00pm

KDY: I posted a schedule for tomorrow we will be working in pairs on the highlighted sections.

You took a look at his document and groaned when you saw your name placed next to his. There was no way, no way in hell you want to work with him one on one. Not caring about breaking his rule, you pulled up a private chat with him and began expressing your concerns.

y/n x KDY : 7:10pm

Y/N: Hi, there's no fucking way in hell am I working with you. Change It.

KDY: I said no private chats and no, I'm not changing it.

Y/N: Wouldn't it be better for us to split and have the others actually DO work for once ?

KDY: I barely gave them room for error, we're going to be the most anyway and besides, I'd prefer someone who can handle...my personality.

Y/N: …..so you agree..you are an asshole ?

KDY: I give people a reality check that's all..

Y/N: whatever makes you sleep at night...can I atleast choose our work venue because If I were stuck in a library again with you I might kill you.

KDY: haha..

KDY: sure.

Y/N: mango drop cafe, 10am.

KDY: cool, see you then.

‘Haha’. You had no idea why that text in particular riled you up. Did he find all of this amusing ? Was he making everyone's life a living hell because he enjoyed it ? You stared at his messages and somehow ended up on his profile picture. He was leaning against a railing dressed in all black with his hooded eyes concentrated on the camera lense, Your realization of how attractive he was came from the fact that you stared at the picture for a good 20 minutes. You wondered who took the picture, a girlfriend maybe ? You shook your head. He seemed too uptight to be getting laid. You sighed, closing your phone and awaited yet another day with the insufferable gorgeous man that was Kim Doyoung.

You arrived quite early at the cafe but of course Doyoung was here before you, already typing away at his laptop, in his usual attire. You greeted the barista and placed an order for a chilled cafe latte before making your way over to him.

“Hey” you said simply and took a seat opposite him in the booth. Doyoung’s ears perked up at the sound of your voice and made room for your books on the table.

“You're here early”

“You're already picking a fight with me?” you said casually setting up your workspace.

Doyoung chuckled under his breath and shook his head, “I just didn't expect you this early y/n it's not that serious.”

You ignored his words and got straight to work, not in the mood to play his little game. You felt Doyoung look at you a few times. You weren't sure if it were to check if youre doing the right thing or he was just looking at you.

“Well i'm done with my part” you stretched your arms above your head and yawned.

“Yeah I'm pretty much done too, Do you want another cup of coffee ?” Doyoung offered pointing to your empty cup. You were taken back by his softer demeanor but quickly nodded, “uh yeah sure.”

Doyoung returned carrying a tray of two fresh cups of coffee and a slice of cheesecake. Setting everything down he handed you the extra fork and placed the cheesecake in the middle of the table to make it easier to share.

“H-how much do I owe you ?” You fumbled in your bag for your wallet.

“It's okay, it's my treat” Doyoung replied, placing a piece of cheesecake in his mouth and slowly licking the fork clean. You gulped as his tongue darted out carefully licking the cream from the metal, not leaving any residue behind. You had no idea what the hell was going on but you felt hot, almost claustrophobic.

“You're okay?” Doyoung asked innocently, unaware of what he was doing to you.

“Why are you being...nice?” You questioned, knitting your eyebrows together as the man continued to act as if this was his usual behavior.

Doyoung pursed his lips and placed the fork on the plate, “You want me to be mean to you?”

“No I just don't get-”

“I apologized to Dami and she told me she only overreacted because the guy she likes, Seungmin was there” Doyoung explained and removed his spectacles, “she was embarrassed to ask anyone for help, I paired them up for today.”

“Wait wha-”

“Also Jangjun works at the campus radio” Doyoung continued, “I had only found out the day we all met, I gave him tasks that will allow him more flexibility, that way he doesn't have to join group sessions often.”

You blinked, unable to form any words in order to reply to Doyoung. Especially after he chuckled at your speechlessness, knowing you didn't bother getting his side of the story at first.

“You were right y/n I dont have to be an asshole all the time, I just like to get my work done” He shrugged. You kept eye contact with him but somehow it felt as if he were still toying with you, waiting on your next reaction. He seemed like he played this game often, making sure he always had the upper hand. Doyoung seemed relaxed as he stared at you, taking another scoop of the cheesecake and slowly ran his tongue over his lips after his bite. What the fuck was he doing ?

“Y/N ?” you heard a familiar voice come from the entrance of the cafe. Your attention diverted from Doyoung to the blonde haired boy who began approaching your table.

“Jungwoo ? oh my God what are you doing here ?” You stood up and pulled him into a tight hug and pecked his cheek. Doyoung shifted awkwardly in his seat as he watched your exchange with the stranger.

“I got off early from class about to go to Subway, are you still doing that group project thing?” Jungwoo looked over at your table and half smiled at Doyoung who tried to distract himself with his phone.

“Uh yeah but i'm all done here I think, wanna hang out ?” you hooked arms with Jungwoo as he nodded enthusiastically. You turned around and scratched the back of your head,

“So...uh”

“Were all done you can go, I have somewhere to be anyway” Doyoung smiled as you slowly began packing up your things.

“Alright, see you tomorrow I guess” you bid your goodbye and headed out for lunch with Jungwoo.

—-

You had just finished up your skincare routine and caught up with a few instagram posts when you noticed Doyoung had followed you. Sitting up in bed you scrolled through his feed curiously. Every post was aesthetically pleasing and he looked absolutely hot in every single one of them. He had to have a girlfriend right ? No guy posts pictures this good without women flooding his DMs.

There was no harm in doing the same since he was in your class, you decided to return the follow and close the app. Suddenly your phone vibrated with a new message in your chats.

Y/N X KDY 10:30pm

KDY: hey

Y/N: aren't you breaking two of your rules right now ?

KDY: haha

KDY: I didn't realize what time it was…

Y/N: ….anyways..is this about work at least ?

KDY: kinda… you left one of your books at the cafe. I have it with me.

Y/N: oh… thank you.

KDY: no prob...oh I hope its not a problem I added you on ig

Y/N: no its okay we are friends I guess

KDY: haha I thought I was the insufferable asshole..

Y/N: you are...but not all the time. Look im sorry for saying shitty things about you.

KDY: its all good.

KDY: …….

Y/N: ..whats up?

You twirled your fingers as you watched the three dots from Doyoung pop up and disappear over and over again. What was taking him so long ?

KDY: that guy….that you met at the cafe..is he your boyfriend ?

Y/N: Jungwoo ? no way we've been friends since high school.

KDY: oh..

Y/N:....why would you even ask that ?

KDY: curious.

Y/N: curious about who I'm dating ??

KDY: A little.

You frowned at your phone and noticed Doyoung had changed his profile picture to a selfie. The picture was..something alright. You bit down on your lip as you enlarged the picture, which showed a wet haired Doyoung with his head resting in his palm and his long index finger was placed between his plump lips.

“Fuck y/n get yourself together” you gave yourself a pep talk before opening his chat back up again.

Y/N X KDY 10.54PM

Y/N: fine if you can ask a question can I ask one..

KDY: go ahead

Y/N: who do you keep thirst trapping for ?

KDY: ….haha thirst trapping ?

Y/N: Yeah who do keep posting these hot pics for huh

KDY: …..

KDY: You think i'm hot ?

Fuck. Why did you word it that way. You groaned immediately regretting sending that message but something in you was so curious about him you decided to just risk it, what was the worst that could happen ?

Y/N: well yeah, I mean I'm sure everyone thinks you're attractive, you seem to know it too.

KDY: wow.

KDY: I think you're hot too.

What the hell was going on. You felt your face heat up and you placed your pillow in between your legs as you turned on your side.

KDY: I was almost disappointed when I thought Jungwoo was your boyfriend, he's way too passive.

Y/N: ...and what makes you think you know what kind of man I need ?

KDY: hmmm

KDY: first of, with that fucking attitude of yours..A dominate one.

You swallowed hard as you felt a tingle in your stomach, squeezing your thighs together on the pillow to create more friction.

Y/N: I could say the same for you.

KDY: You may think youre dominate in many aspects...but when it comes to fucking..im the one in charge.

God you hated how hot that sounded. He had you in the palm of his hand through text. You were a mess and he wasn't even the room to fuel it. You wanted him so fucking bad it was insane.

Y/N: running your mouth doesn't equate to doing it you know...

KDY:.....

KDY: then would you like me to show you ?

Everything happened so damn fast. One minute you two were texting the next minute you were sharing your apartment location and Doyoung was on his way over. You scrambled to put on sexier underwear and do your hair, still in shock by the fact that Doyoung was on his way over to bang you.

You jumped when you heard the doorbell and realized it was him. Opening the door you were greeted to a very different look of Doyoung. His hair was messy and reached his eyes. Instead of his usual black academic attire he wore a loose white vest that showed off his toned chest and arms, along with a pair of grey sweatpants.

“Hi” Doyoung smirked, his eyes were dark as he scanned your figure.

“Hi” you responded, leaning against the wall in the hallway and looked up at him. Doyoung slowly approached you, like a lion circling its prey. His slender fingers danced lightly along your body, drawing a line from your waist until he found your throat and wrapped his cold fingers around it. He bit down on his lip as he studied how perfectly his hand looked around it and squeezed gently, smirking after hearing a soft moan emit from you.

“I want you to do as I say, any back chat from you will get you punished you got that ?” he brought his lips down to your neck and exhaled.

You nodded in response but that wasn't good enough for Doyoung. You felt his squeeze on your throat once more and he used his hips to pin you against the wall, “use your words” he gritted his teeth.

“Yes sir” you replied obediently, and felt him smile against your neck.

“Good girl, and if i'm too rough let me know so I can stop okay ?” he replied, his voice changed and it was much sweeter and genuine than before. He placed a soft kiss on your cheek when you nodded and led you to the bed.

Doyoung lay you on the bed, already stripping off his shirt and ordered you to undress yourself and rid him off his sweatpants. You bit down on your lip taking notice of how aroused he was when you palmed his member.

Doyoung watched you through hooded eyes as you discarded his sweatpants and boxers. He softly patted your head and grabbed a tuft of your hair in order to make you look up at him.

“Spit” he ordered, and held out his hand and you did as you were told. You watched as he lathered himself with it, moaning as he stroked himself. He was so damn sexy, biting down on lip and slowly pleased himself as you watched.

“Do you want this inside you sweetheart ?” he cooed and placed a finger under chin.

You nodded quickly, “Yes please”

“What do you want me to do baby ?” He purred and hovered over you as you lay on the bed, breathing heavily as his fingers moved against your warm skin, tracing your curves, ghosting over your heat and returning back to your lips to insert a digit inside.

Doyoung watched diligently as you sucked on his finger like the good girl he knew you were. He finally pulled his finger out and with one swift movement entered with his member before you could even respond to his question. You moaned as he quickly slammed his hips into yours, wasting no time in gaining a rhythm as you marked his back with scratch marks feeling as though you were on a high.

Doyoung fucked you like a pro, wasting no time to switch positions and had you on all fours, slapping your ass before slamming into you again, that pretentious smirk forming on his face as he heard your whimpers asking him for more.

“Are you ready to cum sweetheart ?” he asked, pulling you up as his strokes became slower and tugged on your ear with his teeth.

“Y-yes yes i'm ready” you panted.

“What's the magic word ?” he growled as he grabbed your throat and slowed down his pace as you were nearing your climax.

“Fuck youre so annoying PLEASE, please let me cum Doyoung fuck”

Doyoung chuckled and picked up his pace until you finally climaxed and he followed shortly after, collapsing in the bed next to you.

“You have such an attitude God” he rolled his eyes playfully, bringing the blanket over your bodies and grinned when you moved in to cuddle him.

“I guess you will have to fix that some time” you yawned and wrapped your arm around his waist, “but I have to admit, maybe I do enjoy the insufferable Kim Doyoung bossing me around once in a while.”

#doyoung smut #nct doyoung smut #nct smut #nct127 smut #kim dongyoung #nct scenarios #NCT127 scenario #doyoung fic #doyoung au #kpop smut #nct drabble #nct angst #nct au #doyoung scenarios

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heavenlydevine · 3 years

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From the prompt list please do 28. “No, I checked my receipt. I didn’t buy any of your bullshit.” with Bruce Wayne I think that would be so funny ffsshjngk

Bruce Wayne [DCEU/Affleck] x Female!Reader.

Warnings: Language. And sexual references. Slight domination if you squint.

As you wanted Affleck, I couldn't imagine him finding it amusing. His portrayal of Bruce Wayne took on a far more darker side than what Bale gave us. So I hope this is what you had in mind.

Don’t fuck up.

Those were the parting words your father had uttered to you after announcing that he had gotten you the opportunity of a lifetime, and loathe you were to admit it, working for Wayne Enterprises had its perks.

Though most would frown upon your job description, you had taken it with stride, as there were far worse jobs in the business than being an errand girl—true meaning, coffee girl.

You didn’t mind the up and down, back and forth—and though it had taken you no less than three weeks to learn just how everyone preferred their coffees, you often wondered whether it would be the only thing you’d be doing.

And then just three months into your new job, you had done the one thing your father had urged you not to do. You fucked up.

But could one consider it a fuck up if you managed to become the personal assistant of the one and only Bruce Wayne? You had never met the man before, yet you had heard enough to know that he was a respectable man with a take no nonsense persona, and yet nothing could have been further from the truth.

Bruce Wayne might have been a gentle, caring man to the public, but to you, no, to you he was much more than that. Your first encounter would be a memory you’d often cherish, the remnants of your coffee tarnishing to what appeared to be a rather expensive suit, and though you had expected him to give you a verbal lashing, fire you on the spot, he had simply looked at you and smiled.

“Guess this gives me a reason to shower.”

And you didn’t know whether to be flustered or mortified, his laughter ringing through your mind—and it was then that you realized that the man was insanely attractive, the steaks of gray hairs scattered about his dark brown hair an added bonus.

You cannot remember when your relationship with the eccentric billionaire had changed from employer and employee, to whatever the fuck this was. This wasn’t the first time you found yourself stripped bare in his office, spread across his desk as he pounded into you from behind.

No.

He had made sure that you understood the significance behind the relationship you two shared—you were his and his alone, to do with whatever he pleased.

And you couldn’t find the notion to actually care.

He was never rough with you, yet you knew the man kept himself at bay—as you’d catch a glimpse of the darkness lingering behind his eyes whenever you’d catch him staring at you from afar, the obvious glint of desire swimming within his orbs a haunting reminder that this was not what you had imagined your life becoming.

And now, as you stood in the quaint, yet spacious room with everyone’s attention focused on you and you alone, you knew you had crossed the line. Never before had you been late to a board meeting, and as this was held annually every year in consideration as to which direction the company was heading, you knew no explanation could ever trump the wrath that emitted from Bruce Wayne.

“This meeting is adjourned,” never once did he take his eyes off you, and for a fleeting moment as the room burst in an abundance of activities, men and women alike murmuring amongst each other, whilst others gave you a sympathetic glance and a pat on the shoulder, you knew you fucked up, “—I’ll expect everyone’s reports on my table my Monday morning.”

And then silence.

Heart pounding in your chest, eyes wide as you continued to hold your iced coffee in trembling hands, you couldn’t help but shudder in fear as the doors behind you closed with a loud thunk and the blinds zipped tighter, encasing the room with a darkened hue despite the sunlight streaming through the large windows that gave view to the bustling streets below. “I can explain..”

“I don’t want to fucking hear your excuses,” he had never spoken to you in such a way, and though it did unspeakable things to your neither regions, your thighs pressing against one another, “—it’s irrelevant to me. This meeting, as you know, consisted out of people who sponsor this company, as well as the Wayne Foundation. So imagine what they must think of me,” and then your heart seized to function.

Bruce Wayne was pissed.

Because the sight of him loosening his tie, jacket now discarded and hanging across the chair, was an image you had often entertained at night, whispers or sinful things echoing through your mind at the thought of him unleashing the seven hells upon you, “—when my beautiful little assistant barges into the room like a bat out of hell, looking like she just ran a fucking marathon, four hours late, when she should have been the first one to arrive. I had to organize my own papers. I had to do everything myself, so remind me why I pay you?”

And then the rage sparked within your chest, your mouth opening and closing, and with a single thought running through your mind, you threw caution to the wind and leveled him with a look that would make any respectable man tremble yin fear, “Well excuse me, your highness,” his eyebrows rose in surprise, a look of fury following soon after, and yet as it lingered at the forefront of your mind that you were crossing your boundaries, you were far to lost in your own anger to give a shit what he or anyone else thought of you.

“You were the one that made me run around like a headless chicken. You made me drive all the way to the docks to secure the shipment that came in, and then you had me drive all the way back to the manor to get your precious files—which I organized, and on top of it all, you had me miss the deadline for my article and had me stuck in traffic for almost two hours,” you pointed an accusing finger at him, never realizing that you had moved closer to him, “—so in hindsight, you are the one that should apologize to me, after all, you were the one that insisted I wait in a que of more than twelve people to get your precious decaf.”

“Are you done?”

And then you just had to say it. “No, I checked my receipts. I didn’t buy any of your bullshit,” and with the goal to turn around and leave, the gasp of surprise that slipped past your lips was swallowed by his lips smashing against yours, arms encasing you in a tight embrace, immobilizing you and rendering you a quivering mess.

“You are going to regret taking that tone with me,” he murmured, pupils blown wide, “—so I’ll show you what happens to insolent little brats who talk back to their superiors.”

And then he was pushing you backwards, lips still attached to yours with the intention to suck all the air from your lungs. “I’m going to ruin you and you are going to take it.”

And ruin you he did.

Squeezing your waist in confirmation, a silent desperation to feel you submit to his advances, all rational thought flew out your mind, “Just fuck me, Bruce.”

His control vanished the moment your words echoed through his ears. “Be careful what you wish for.”

I stopped here, as I wasn’t entirely sure whether I should delve further down citrus lane. Though should you want another part to this, a continuation to this, then feel free to request another prompt. I’m sorry it took so long. Hope you liked it.

#Bruce Wayne x Reader #Bruce Wayne x You #Bruce Wayne Imagine #Batman #Affleck

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How the Evans act when you’re in a bad mood

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

TATE LANGDON

- Once he’s certain that he had nothing to do with your bad mood, he kind of just leaves you be, thinking that it would be best to let you simmer for a while before interfering. - When he decides that he’s bored and misses your company, he seeks you out, a bowl of ice cream clutched in his hands as a peace offering, even though he’s not the reason why you’re in a bad mood. - You would take the bowl from his hands with a straight face, immediately shovelling a spoonful into your mouth. - With a sigh, he would say: “You’re a pain in the ass when it comes to trying to cheer you up.” Without even looking at him you would reply with: “I learn from the best.” Your words come out mumbled around a mouthful of ice cream. - Only when half of your bowl is gone do you turn to Tate, thanking him and offering him a spoonful, which he doesn’t dare accept. - And then he takes you to your bedroom, forcing you to change into your comfy clothes, which you begrudgingly do whilst glaring at the wall. - But it’s worth it when Tate opens his arms for you and you almost trip over your own feet in your eagerness to be folded into his warmth. - “Do you wanna actually tell me what’s got you all moody?” He would ask softly. “Nope.” You would say simply, stifling a smile at his overly exaggerated sigh as he fell back onto the bed, taking you with him. - Breathing in the scent of him, your head on his chest, you would finally feel the edges of your frustration wearing off, Tate’s soft breaths ruffling some strands of hair atop you head. - After several minutes of cuddling into your boyfriend in silence, Tate would utter the dreaded question of: “Are you on your (man)period?” Even if you didn’t have periods, this would earn him a playful smack on the arm and a newly-irritated sigh into his chest.

KIT WALKER - Kit didn’t even have to be told that you were in a bad mood, his demeanour changing the second you entered the room he was residing in. - “Are we gonna talk about it or no?” He would say cooly, looking up at you from his spot on the couch as you entered. You would turn your nose up at his offer. “Absolutely not.” You would state, flopping onto his body, Kit grunting, and positioning yourself so that your head was in his lap. “Just hold me.” You would mumble. - Kit would chuckle softly, his hand finding its way into your hair as you sighed and muttered incoherent whispers of anger to yourself, much to Kit’s silent amusement. - Kit would stroke your head in silence, honestly just happy to have you so close to him for so long but eventually you would sit up, the brunt of your mood having dissipated with Kit’s loving touch. - “Better?” He would murmur, making you nod happily. “Good.” Kit would state, shifting his weight so that he could flip you over, settling on top of you as you lay beneath him. - He would then lower his face to yours, his lips attacking your skin incessantly, refusing to let up until he heard you laugh beneath him. (franken)KYLE SPENCER

- Kyle, as a person who often suffered from low moods due to his difficulty in communication, could sense the moment when your mood would shift, immediately coming to your side and blinking at you in concern. - This could be annoying at times. - Sometimes, all you wanted to do was have some time to yourself, and although you loved Kyle to pieces, his constant presence could potentially worsen your mood, or sometimes even catalyse it. - The last time you were in a bad mood, you had directed your anger at Kyle when he began to trail you around the house uncertainly, causing you to raise your voice at him. Of course, you had felt terrible after this, your outburst not only worsening your mood, but sending Kyle into one as well; he hadn’t spoken a word to you until the day after. - So, you had explained to him that sometimes, as much as you loved him, you just wanted your own space. The next time your mood had suddenly dropped, he had approached you slowly, trying to gauge your reaction before either swooping in to make you feel better or leave you alone. - On the occasion that you didn’t want to be in Kyle’s presence, you would simply mutter a “sorry”, grateful when he scampered off and found something to do until you came to him. - But, when Kyle’s comfort was wanted, you would smile softly at him, huffing a defeated laugh when he hurried to you, his embrace strong as he engulfed you in his warmth. - “Sad?” He would question glumly, at your silence giving you the option of “angry?” To which you would nod into his chest. - Kyle’s remedy for anger was baking: he would pile all the ingredients on the counter of your kitchen, silently passing you and bowl and a spoon and watching as you carelessly added the ingredients, stirring them all together angrily, most of the mixture splattering onto yourself and the surface of the counter.

JIMMY DARLING

- Jimmy is the type of person to make fun of you when you’re in a bad mood. It was his attempt of lessening your disposition. - Sometimes this worked, but sometimes it didn’t: Sitting alone under the shelter on the canteen tent, you huffed, frowning at the wood of the table in front of you. “Oof,” an amused shout came from behind you, causing you to turn you head in the direction it had come from. Jimmy swaggered towards you, his hand raised to his brow to block the sun from his eyes as he walked towards the shade of the canopy that you sat under. Scowling, you turned your head away from him, your shoulders curving inwards the hopes that he would get the message and turn around to let you brood. But of course he would do no such thing. “Someone’s in a bad mood.” He would comment, the old wooden bench you sat on wobbling from the force with which he plonked himself down next to you. “No shit.” You muttered, looking straight ahead. “Geez, baby. What’s got you so worked up?” You turned to him with an unpleasant smile, the bite in your voice stark as you replied with “you and your insufferable attitude.” “Ouch.” He said, sounding completely unhurt by your comment. Your jaw worked as you became increasingly irritated by his presence. “Can you just fuck off? I love you and all but you being here is just making me get pissed at you.” He raised an eyebrow, his elbow coming to rest on the surface of the table, his chin falling into his palm in an action that gave you very much “like fuck I’m leaving” vibes. With a groan, you spun around, bringing your legs with you so that could stand from the bench. “Don’t follow me.” You ordered flatly. The bench creaked as he, too, stood, causing you to bristle. “Jimmy, I mean it.” You spun on him, your teeth gritted. He looked utterly unfazed at your tone, a small smirk on his lips. “Make me leave you alone. Go on.” You knew what he was doing. He was trying to provoke you, trying to get you to fight with him so that you could let off some steam. You sighed angrily. “No.” You said, turning and walking away. “Alright. Well I’ll be here when you decide you’re done being an ass.” He shouted after you, the shrug in his voice clear as you walked away, not taking his words to heart, his provoking intentions obvious.

JAMES MARCH

- James would let you brood. He would notice your demeanour instantly, but he wouldn’t comment on it, instead leaving you to it or silently accompanying you in whatever you were doing. - In the off chance that you really didn’t want his company, all you had to do was shoot him a frustrated glance and he would be on his feet and out the door in an instant, only appearing again when you sought him out. - But when you wanted his presence, he would run you a hot bath complete with bubbles and sometimes even rose petals if he was feeling generous. - “Here you are, my darling girl/boy/they” He would say fondly as he lead you by the hand to the bathroom, his heart fluttering at the little smile that his efforts would coax from you. - Once you had submerged yourself into the perfectly warm water with a sigh, he would come to your side, kneeling beside the tub and reaching for the softest sponge you had, quickly rolling up his sleeves before lathering it with a pretty smelling soap. - With your head rested on the side of the bath, he would reach into the water with the sponge, softly running it along your skin and murmuring to you as you became more and more relaxed under his skilled touch. - “So, what is it exactly that has put you in such a mood?” He would venture as your eyes drifted shut. James was such a good listener, and an even better talker, listening intently as you rambled into the stillness of the bathroom, James nodding along and inputting his own agreements or thoughts as you did so. - It was in these moments that your love for James rammed into you with such a force that often you were reduced from a tight ball of irritation to a mess of emotion, your eyes filling with tears as James tended to you. - You would end up gazing at him intently as he spoke to you, his hands moving beneath the water of the bath, the ends of his sleeves getting soaked as he cleaned you. It was so intimate that very often, you couldn’t help but reach with wet hands for the front of his shirt, pulling him to you and landing a kiss to his lips before pulling him harder, your heart pounding as he chuckled breathily against your mouth, his clothes becoming absolutely soaked as he clambered into the hot water with you. - When the two of you eventually emerged from the water, the floor of the bathroom had become so drenched with suds and soap that ever Miss Evers shuddered at the thought of having to clean it.

KAI ANDERSON - Kai would just see you being in a mood as a reason to provoke you even more than he already did. - He loved when you snapped at him, standing up for yourself or throwing an insult at him; for whatever reason, there was something about you having an attitude that just really turned him on. - Strangely, Kai was usually very accommodating when it came to your emotions. If you were happy, he was always there to be happy with you or listen to you when you rambled through your tears or when you were angry, he would find a way to help you channel that feeling and let off your pent up anger. - But when you were in a mood, Kai trailed after you, provoking you just to make you feel that much more frustrated, a feeling of smug accomplishment washing over him when you finally bit back. - Sometimes, very occasionally, Kai’s endless goading sometimes ended with the two of you engaging in very angry, hot as fuck sex, but very often you would simple shove your middle finger in his face and storm out of the house. Taking his car, you would drive around until his petrol light came on before returning home, driving around the neighbourhood a few times for good measure in petty revenge. - The text message that Kai would send you the next day claiming that he almost didn’t make it to the gas station and that when he got home you were as good as dead always made his incessant stirring of your emotions seem worth it.

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cherrysrambles · 3 years

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Running Your Mouth Part 1

Summary: You have a little too much to drink and end up pissing the Mandalorian off and making him an offer he can’t refuse

Warnings: Language gets a bit spicy when the offer is put forward

Words: 1,403

After a long and tiering week, you find yourself in yet another cantina with Din as he tries to find more work. Being able to relax knowing Grogu is safe and asleep on the ship, you sit at the bar and before you know it, you’re 4 glasses in of who knows what, and all you know is that you’re having the most boring conversation with a Twi’lek.

‘We’re leaving’ Din grabs your arm and pulls you out the cantina making a huge scene

‘No we’re not, what the hell Mando!’ You protest but he just keeps walking.

You try to get free from him, but his grasp is like a vice grip. You dig your feet into the ground to make a point and he actually stops. You think you’ve won this round. But without another word he grabs you and hauls you over his shoulder.

‘HEY, PUT ME THE FUCK DOWN NOW!’ You scream, but he continues to walk towards the ship, if anyone saw, they’d think you just had a bounty on you, so screaming is pointless.

‘If you don’t put me right down now I swear I’m going to throw up all over you’

‘I can wash the beskar’ he retorts, you can hear the hatred oozing from within him.

‘Why are you doing this!?’

‘I’m saving you from something you’re going to regret, you can thank me later’

‘Save me from what!? I wasn’t doing anyth-‘ you pause as it dawns on you what he means

‘Mando, I wasn’t going to have sex with him but it’s great to know that’s what you really think of me’ you spit out

‘If you weren’t, then why were you all over him like that!? Talking, laughing at his jokes, letting him touch yo-‘

‘He did NOT touch me!’

‘Yes he did, you’re just too drunk to notice it’

‘Where did he touch me?’ You ask genuinely interested, you would’ve remembered if you were touched, you’re drunk, but not THAT drunk.

He pauses.

‘Well?’

‘Your knee’

‘Oh he touched my knee, now I must take him to bed! You’re such a hypocrite Mando it’s unreal’

‘How?’ He asks confused

‘Oh like you’ve never allowed a Twi’lek touch you before, huh? You make me sick’

He stops walking ‘what did Xi’an tell you?’ He asks slowly

‘Oh do you really wanna know what she said?’ You move to position so you’re right by where his ears would be. ‘Huh Din? do you really wanna know what she said word for word’

He continues walking and whispers a ‘tell me’

You’re gonna have fun with this you think. In your most sultry voice, you whisper

‘She told me that she gripped your thick, hard cock in her hand, but just as it was getting good, you pulled away because you wanted to fuck her instead. You’re disgusting Mando, I thought you were better than that’

‘Can I talk now?’ He says

‘No, don’t get random hand jobs from Twi’leks, the fact that you let her touch you is nasty enough’ you spit out, disgust in your voice evident

‘Oh so you can get touched by a Twi’lek but I can’t? He argues back

‘This was through my clothes Mando, there’s a difference!’

‘So was this!’ He says. You pause trying to understand, maybe you were drunker than you originally thought, he continues

‘This was years ago, we were on a job and it was going on for too long, I hadn’t slept in days and she caught me off guard’ he stops.

‘And?’ You prompt, wondering where this is going

He inhales and continues ‘And.. she grabbed me for point 5 of a second and I threw her off me, probably broke a few of her ribs in the process, and no, I did not throw her off to fuck her later, I told you, don’t listen to what she tells you’

‘Ok but were you hard?’ You blurt out, not caring because of your intoxicated state

After a beat he says ‘No’

‘Interesting…. Well Din, if you ever want a real hand job then you know where I am at all times, and if you’re lucky, I might even use my mouth on you’ you whisper and you feel him stiffen, you continue feeling a rush through you ‘we could do it in your pilots chair, I bet you’d like that, I know I’ve thought about it before, you could feel something other than your hand wrapped around you for once. Or maybe we could do it right after you get a bounty, you know it does things to me when I see you go full Mando on their asses’ just as you finish your sentence a wave of nausea hits you forgetting everything you just said

‘Din, everything aside, I really think I am going to throw up and I don’t want to do it upside down, please put me down’ he stops walking but doesn’t put you down ‘please’ you utter helplessly, he slowly puts you down and you lose balance, but he’s right there keeping you steady. You rush over to the right of you and start throwing up everything you’ve just consumed within the past hour. With your back to Din you hear him move to walk over to you. ‘Don’t come over’ you say. ‘This is your fucking fault I’m throwing up’ you continue and hear him ignore you and come over, he bends down behind you and holds your hair back. The sentiment is not lost on you. Eventually once your stomach is empty, he hands you a canister of water and you rinse your mouth ‘this is still your fault, you’re not forgiven’ you mutter.

You slowly stand up and start to walk, but your legs turn to jelly ‘don’t put me on your back!’ You almost yell at him.

He exhales, then gently with one arm under your legs and another on your back, he picks you up and starts walking to the ship, which you can see is not too far away.

‘Din, I genuinely wasn’t going to do anything with that Twi’lek, I need you to know that, I’m not that type of person’ you say under your breath. He’s still silent. You slowly start to lose consciousness as your drift off to sleep.

You awake the next morning in your cot on the ship with the most awful headache. You look to see you’re still wearing the clothes from last night, sans boots, and somehow, your head is at the end of your bed. You groan and cover your head with your blanket and try to wish the pain away. Just then, the door to your room opens and you stay still, trying to remember what happened last night, you know you have a tendency of running your mouth when you get drunk. You don’t remember what happened, but an instinct tells you to not look at Din, so you don’t lower the blanket.

He walks in and sets something on your table, ‘take this, it’ll help’ he says, then hurries out of the room. You look over to see there’s some pills and water, you down everything then roll over in bed and try to remember what happened last night. It can’t have been that bad could it? One moment you’re in the bar talking, then the next thing you’re over dins shoulder then-

Shit. You offered to give the Mandalorian a blow job. Shit shit shit shit shit!

You think about what you’re going to say, you want him to know that you’re sorry for saying it, but that you did mean it and the offer still stands, no that last part is dumb. You should just apologise for everything. Cover all bases you think. You might as well get this over with, its not like you can ignore him forever. You get up and slowly make your way to the fresher, hoping the hot water will give you any idea of what to say to him. It doesn’t. When you’re dressed, you make your way up to the cockpit, he’s sitting in his pilots chair and you sit in the co pilots chair behind him. He turns in his chair to look at you, but you sit to the side facing Grogu’s seat. Luckily, the child is still asleep, so you can make your apology, then rush away.

You start. ‘I would like to apologise for what I said yesterday I was way out of line and I shouldn’t have said what I said I tend to run my mouth and blurt whatever thought is going through my mind that day and I’m sorry I embarrassed you and I shouldn’t have told you what Xi’an told me it was inappropriate and I’m sorry for making a scene at the cantina and I’m sorry for whatever else I did that I don’t remember’ you say in one long breath. You’re met with silence, which is not unusual, but you wish he would say something, anything!

‘How’s your headache?’ He asks, well I guess its something.

‘It’s ok, those pills helped, thank you’

‘I’m also sorry, I shouldn’t have pulled you out of the cantina, I could’ve spoken to you first. Then dragged you out’ you chuckle, the tension in the room diffusing the slightest.

He goes ‘I’ve been trying to decide all morning I should drop you off at the nearest port and make my way to Coruscant alone’

Your heart sinks, that’s it. He’s going to drop you off there and you’ll never see him again ‘why?’ You whisper.

‘Because I’m 90% sure that’s where Xi’an is right now, but I don’t think I want you to come with me because I’m going to go full Mando on her ass and if what you said-‘

‘OK OK this conversation is over!” You say as you almost fall down the ladder trying to get away. Very faintly, you can hear Din start laughing to himself, well, at least he found all of this funny.

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angelicmichael · 3 years

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Oohh, could you please write the nonsexual prompt sharing a dessert for Outpost Michael and reader? Who wouldn't want to share a dessert with him? Thank you so much. You really are an angel 😇

A/N: anon you are too fucking sweet omg 🥺💖 I hope I didnt dissapoint with this, I'm sorry it's so late and unnecessarily long!! Lmfao. The dessert eating is at the end if anyone wants to just skip to that part hehe. I wanted to write some mutual pining so.. that's why this fic is so fucking long lol

Warnings: eating, food, lil bit of sexual tension, very brief mentions of Millory and also Gallant x Michael 👉🏻👈🏻

Living in Outpost three was beyond miserable. Constantly being treated as a second class citizen, as a gray, was definetly doing its number on you.. Every day that you continued to stay alive in this hellhole you swore you slowly descended further and further into madness. Eating gelatin cubes.. being around the same exact people, day in and day out.. with nothing else to do but to clean, with no end in sight was only a recipe for disaster.

And disaster seemed to come with a name; Langdon.

You didnt believe him when he announced that he was going to pick a select few to take with him to the sanctuary; you knew that was fucking bullshit.. but you had to admit - it was amusing watching the other outpost residents finally get a spark of excitament in their eyes. A reason to be alive.

You watched him take interest in mainly Gallant and Mallory; and that's when you felt something.. distant yet familar. Yearning; attraction, and maybe even jealousy.

It reminded and made you nostalgic of old emotions that you used to feel regularly; which now only visited you vaguely whenever you caught Michael stare for a second too long at either of them.. but it wasnt your job to monitor the relationships that were allegedly occurring.

You kept your head down until you begrudgingly got an interview; honestly surprised at first that Langdon seemed to be giving you a shot at salvation at all.

You were even more surprised at how the actual interview seemed to unfold; how disgustingly touch starved you were and the way in which you reacted to him. You were praying that Langdon didnt notice how your entire body was littered with goosebumps the second he touched you - a harmless gesture with his hand lightly touching your back when he walked by. Or the pure exhilaration you felt when he brushed a tear away from your cheek.. It was honestly embarrassing.

Even more embarrassing was how much you craved to see Langdon again as soon as you left the first interview.

The days following the first initial interview were torturous for you. Your days and even nights became infested with thoughts of Langdon; his blonde locks and light blue eyes even started to follow you and become familar in dreams..

You couldnt stop thinking about him.

You knew it was stupid to crave romance; it was utterly irrational. For one, if Venable were to even catch you looking at Langdon for a couple seconds too long - you knew she would want your head on a stick. That's not even to mention how jealous Gallant and the other residents would possibly be, if anything were to happen.

These thoughts were not realistic though because you knew Langdon never viewed you like that. He treated you just as he did anyone else.. maybe even worse. He always kept his words short with you and rarely made eye contact most days.

For those reasons; you wrote off your newfound romantic thoughts about Langdon as nothing more but dumb daydreams. Just something to keep you occupied in the day while you tried to make the outpost look spotless. You figured it was a result of being beyond bored; your mind trying to find something to make life interesting once more. Anything.

That was.. until Langdon invited you for another interview. One interview quickly turned into another.. and another.. and another until seeing Langdon privately was nearly the new normal.

The more you two continued to meet; the more your feelings for him only grew but you still chose to conceal them - well, to the best of your abilities anyway.. there was only much you could hide. However; if you didnt know Langdon prematurely, you wouldve thought he was a idiot or just purely naive for not picking up on the obvious crush you had.

It had been a couple nights now since you had last seen him.. And yet here you were; having another sleepless night that consisted of thinking of dumbass Langdon.

You stayed awake sleepless in your bed. Or.. the bed that was meant to be yours anyway. Nothing like felt home or like it was truly yours at Outpost Three though. You stared at the ceiling hopelessly; wishing you would be so lucky to feel a wave of drowsiness that could hit you and carry you off to your dreams.

You immeadietly sat up and nearly jolted out of bed when you heard three loud knocks rattle your door. The sound was distinct but haunting.. your immediate thought was Venable.. you could only help but to think what the fuck you had recently done to piss her off.

You swiftly walked through the nearly pitch black room and opened the door absentmindedly; trying to not let your paranoid thoughts control your actions and let you hesitate.. just in case it happened to be Langdon.

You would be lying if you were to say that you werent dissapointed when you found no one there; only a letter lay folded neatly on the floor.. directly in front of you.

Snatching it and opening it within the safety of your room; you had to hold back laughter when it was from Langdon - another invitation to go see him.. but it was marked urgent.

You nearly dropped the letter on the floor immeadietly; it wasnt as if you had anything else to do - you already knew you werent going to be able to sleep tonight anyway. You immeadietly took off, albeit as quietly as possible, off to Langdons office. Trying to keep your thoughts of what the hell he wanted to see you so badly for, at bay.

When you reached his room, you didnt bother knocking. You slipped right inside - knowing that knocking would only possibly wake Venable up or alert other residents of your whereabouts. Shutting the door behind you, you slowly approached him.

He sat at his desk; quickly turning around to face you as you entered. His light, ocean colored eyes were wide in what you could only guess was surprise that you came so soon. His mouth was slightly curved into a subtle smile.

"Hi". You uttered with a airy, soft laugh.

You first stood, knowing he would most likely want you to take a seat but you would rather wait for instructions than to just.. assume. You knew Michael had little to no tolerance but surely enough, he nodded at the seat that was directly across from his at the desk.

"Sit". Michael instructed, his gaze followed you as you steadfastly did as you were told.

You realized how carefully Michael was studying you as you walked over and took your seat.. and maybe it was because of the absolutely horrible lighting but you could swear you could almost see blood rushing to his cheeks..

Was he.. blushing??

You sat, completely puzzled as you watched Michael suddenly act flustered.. His motions changing from smooth and calculated to nearly awkward.. and.. just rather odd in a instant. He looked as if he wanted to say something but no words were spoken, that is - until you made the first move.

"Is something.. wrong"? You asked, trying your hardest to bite back laughter.

Seeing Langdon act so.. not like himself was basically pure comedy to you. Although you would never admit that outloud of course.

He now looked uncomfortable; licking his lips and clasping his hands together at the table before speaking.

"(Y/n), I have to talk to you about something". Michael admitted.

His expression changed from looking rather nervous to serious again; his mouth in a straight line and the muscles in his face relaxed.

You were quite literally sitting on the edge of your seat, your stomach started to do somersaults as you desperately tried to rationally think of what he wanted to say..

"Yeah, of course. What's wrong"? You prompted, your voice coming across as unsteady.

You tried your hardest to not let your voice shake as you spoke, although you were more than certain it showcased exactly how you felt.

Langdon unfolded his hands; appearing to study his rings momentarily before his blue eyes pierced yours - looking as if they were staring right past you.. Not necessarily at you at all.

"Look; theres nothing wrong. You just need to know that theres no need to be nervous around me anymore". Langdon stated matter of factly.

He maintained eye contact with you; diligently waiting for a response as you actually tried to comprehend what he was saying.. Was he implying that you were going to the sanctuary?? Or.. possibly even something else?? Something more?

Your confusion must've been apparent on your face because before you could say anything, Langdon cut in.

"That's not why I asked you to be here with me tonight though. I wanted to.. reward you". He said.

You felt as if your heart had skipped a beat; nearly feeling woozy as your cheeks heated up. A reward?? Saying you felt speechless was a incredible understatement.

"A reward"?? You echoed your thoughts aloud.

Your words came out slow and strained with pure anticipation for what was to perhaps happen. You thought for a split second this had to be some kind of sick joke, or some kind of sick manipulation game. You wouldnt really be surprised; you overheard from the others he was famous for pulling that kind of shit.

"Yes, For giving me company. Close your eyes". Michael answered.

You immeadietly, and dumbly followed orders. However; as soon as you closed your eyes you felt fear pierce your heart. The uncertainty and possibilities of what could happen was jarring - but you had to admit it was also thrilling.

The past few months had been so fucking predictable and boring, a bit of excitement was well over due and actually.. probably healthy. Even if it was fucking terrifying.

You could hear him moving, and then something being placed on his desk in front of you. You first felt your eyebrows furrow as you opened your eyes unwillingly. Pure surprise forcing you to do so and to disobey Langdon.. oh fuck.

You opened your mouth to utter an apology but.. your gaze first caught onto the object in front of you.. leaving you speechless and with your mouth agape.

You marveled at the small slice of cheesecake was that put in front of you.. It looked entirely to good to be true; this had to be a dream.. or maybe a nightmare??

This last time you had eaten anything with any kind of remote flavour had been eons ago. Those memories served you well and made your horrifically boring days a little less painful.

You continued to blankly stare at it; not daring to move, or breathe but.. to just enjoy the view. You were half expecting for this to be some of torture again; for him to rip it away from you but a part of you reassured you that.. this was different. This was him trying, and being genuine.

You looked up to meet Langdons eyes as they intently studied you. A faint smile gracing the corner of his lips. A beautiful sight you rarely got the priviledge of admiring.

"Have some". Michael said, nodding down in direction of the dessert. "I thought you would appreciate the gesture. I cant imagine the shit Venable gives you is enjoyable". Michael sneered with a hint of laughter.

You couldnt help but to let out a giggle as well, looking down once more and noticing that the plate was also embellished with two forks.

"Thank you, Michael. You should have some too though, I dont want to be selfish-" You started, unfolding your hands from your lap and beginning to push the plate towards him.

He quickly stood up and walked up to you, stopping until he was beside you. He grabbed your wrist, tight enough to make you wince but not enough to cause any actual pain - making eye contact again.

"No.. I want to watch you have the first bite". Langdon said.

In a split second, the chair that was once behind his desk materialized right next to you, directly behind him. He sat down, watching you intently as you started to feel stupidly nervous again.

Your hands trembled a bit as you reached to grab the fork, swiftly taking a piece and then quickly consuming it. You figured the faster you took the first bite - the less nervous you would be.. but his gaze continued to linger on you; intensely watching.

The pleasure you were momentarily wrapped in was insurmountable to anything you had previously felt in months. You had to ground yourself in order to not let a moan escape your mouth.. The rich flavor tasting so unreal; almost too good to be true.

To be completely honest, you forgot that Langdon was there at all until you noticed him grab a fork as well. Also taking a bite and continuing to watch you - clearly amused with your reaction.

You two continued to eat in silence; meanwhile you momentarily began to get lost in your own thoughts yet again. You knew he didnt have to do this; he very well could've just.. had the dessert with someone else, like Mallory, or even enjoyed it by himself, but he purposefully chose you...

Your cheeks grew hot at the thought of how he seemed to subtly state that he returned your affection. You knew there was no way that he didnt know that you harbored feelings for him; the way in which you acted flustered in his prescience had to be a dead give away.

An hour or so later you walked back to your room; the night slowly cutting into the early hours of the morning but you really couldnt care less. You really didnt care about anything, even if Venable found you. The last thought you had before you took a very shortlived nap, was how much of a sneaky bastard Langdon truly was.

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boogiewrites · 3 years

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Never Break the Chain Pt. 2

Part 2 of 5

Characters: Javier Peña x OFC

Summary: Javier and Esme's first time seeing each other in almost twenty years. A photograph leads to an obsessive hunt for the woman he thought was dead. They both find they got where they wanted. But is it what they want now?

Warnings/Tags: Tension. Big reunited kiss.

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Time passes, as it always has and always will. It stopped for no man, not even Javier. Seeing his first love fade into nothing had left him a different man. Walls came up, barriers were built that his enemies would even be impressed by. She’d done him a favor, snapping him out of the young man’s dream, but he felt he had nothing left but trying to help once she was gone. So he threw himself into his work.

Sure there were other women. He thought he loved some, but would always leave them. He always hurt them and that wasn’t his intention precisely but they would thank him years later. He was what they would refer to in close company as “a dodged bullet”. He’d been called far worse.

He despised his cliche reactions to his trauma sometimes. Drinking, smoking, being a general pain in the ass, renowned and proud asshole was easier. Burying yourself in prostitutes and let them take away the thoughts for a little while was the easiest. He would fantasize he could help them, even save some of them. He surely wasn’t getting his hero complex stroked when it came to his work. He had a soft spot for women, he had learned the hard way the shit deal they’d landed when they were born. He couldn’t do much...but he could try to help. So he did. Loss after loss he kept trying. This was that bit of good Esme had always believed in. He wasn’t sure how much longer he would have it so he made the best of it while he could.

The night before was nothing knew, an old habit at this point for him. He went out and got a woman, he’d pour every bit of good in him into her, convincing himself he still had it. He’d make them feel good, listen to them, things that were in short supply in their lives from men. He could be that good guy exception, if only for a short while. It felt nice to not be looked at with disgust or fear. The slivers of affection kept him going after dark. He’d leave them breathless, moans turning to laughs as they dressed, joking they might not make him pay. But they always took the money. And he offered it with no judgment, pulling his jeans on and halfway through a highball glass as his lean outstretched arm offer up their compensation for making him feel something good and push out the bad thoughts for a short while. He could be making worse decisions.

He rubs his temple, suppressing a groan as he slid his way into the uncomfortable chair at the beaten-up metal table. The chatter of his coworkers all making their way into the room was grating but nothing he couldn’t ignore. Morning debriefing, something he gave a shit about. Well, work was the one thing he gave a shit about right now, hyper-focused on the clock and trying to drown out the obsession off the clock. It was a dynamic that he was still trying to perfect. He downs the hot black coffee in his hand and nods at the secretary just outside the doorway, “Get me another, sugar. No sugar.” he winks and sends her off. She side-eyed him and went on her way, that was just Pena to her, horny but harmless. He cracks his back, a grunt before landing his elbows on the table to focus, the overblown commander coming in with a handful of photos, spreading them on the table as they talked about what they always did, the cartel.

Pena tries to approach everything individually, but there was only so much range these guys had, and not seeing them all as one giant collection of piss ants with assault rifles was something getting harder and harder to do. So as new and old names were said, he watched the board fill out, the line attaching known connections and new ones. There had been a new wave of intel, something Pena and his partner Murphy were used to being the ones doing, but he wouldn’t complain if someone else finally wanted to sack up and their fucking job like they were supposed to.

“So we have our old friends,” a slap of photos to the board. “Then there’s a new round of boys coming in.” he taps the newest addition to the board. “Seems we’re getting inbred with the other families, the jewel smugglers, the miners...seems we’re trying to venture out and expand our already impressive portfolio.” he snorts.

“They can never just be fucking satisfied with their millions.” someone groans and complains.

“It’s a good chance try to take them down too.” Murphy shrugs.

“Eyes on the prize, kiss ass,” Pena says quietly, accepting his coffee without a second glance. “Do we know these women?” he asks with a nod in the direction.

“Typical.” Murphy rolls his eyes.

“No. Our assumption is prostitutes. Nothing new there.” the commander goes on, but he quickly becomes background noise as Pena stands and moves toward the board. He stood, hips jutted forward, eyes scanning, hand over his mouth in thought. Once he saw the new pictures he hadn’t heard another word the men had said. “PENA!” barked his way grabs his attention as he casually shifts his attention.

“Mmmph. Yeah.” he mutters, eyes moving back to the board.

“I was informing you, you’d be doing street intel on these newcomers.”

“Yeah,” he says disinterested, thumbing his lip before placing his hands on his hips. “Do we have these photos in color?”

The question catches the room off guard. “Why?” he’s met with annoyed opposition.

“This woman…” he taps the photo of a woman with a sly smile on the arm of a very powerful man. Dark waves teased and a heart-shaped face buried in a fur coat collar worth more than he made in a year. He clears his throat. “I’ve seen her before…”

“They’re whores Javi, of course, you have.” Murphy leads the room in a wave of amused hums and chuckles.

“No I’m serious,” he says with no inflection, catching his partner’s attention. “Do we have a location on them if there’s no color?”

“Why’s color important?”

He’s quiet for a moment, jaw tense and eyes blinking, baffled at what he was allowing himself to think. “Her eyes… were green.” MUrphy readjusts himself in his seat, watching Pena’s eyes carefully. He could swear they looked sad.

“What information we’ve got is here.” the commander points at the table with its thick manilla envelopes.

Javier nods with no spoken response, staying in place until the room is empty except for a hesitant Murphy who approaches him. “Who is she?” he asks quietly.

He shakes his head in response. “It can’t be her,” there’s a heavy pause, “But it...fuck it looks like her…” his voice trails off and Murphy is left with more questions.

“Well, are you gonna answer me or just write poetry about her Javi?”

“She’s…” he sighs and sucks his teeth. “She’s supposed to be dead.”

“Did you-?”

“No… no… nothing like that.” his voice still quiet. “I knew her… fuck...over a decade ago now.”

“So we can add hunting ghosts to our agenda now too. Great.” Murphy takes it lightly and presses his lips together. He stares at Javi, his eyes dark and focused. He was left with more questions than answers. His money was still on it being a hooker. It’s not as if Pena had even talked about Esme since the investigation when he was young. His partner may have his back in life or death situations, and they may have been close, but no one knew about her. Pena had hoped to keep it that way. He hoped he was wrong. He hoped it wasn’t her. Because if it was… well he didn’t know what he’d do.

---------------------------------------------------

Esme didn’t know it but with every minute that passed, she was being proven right about her belief in her first love, that if he knew she was alive, that he would find her.

Esme had ran, a bug out bag down the river and no trace left behind. She made her way south over the years, learning her craft and making friends in the right places. She’d started with rich men, especially rich white men trying to make a living off exploiting her fellow man in Mexico. It had been almost too easy. They thought nothing of her and wore her as if she were a watch; on their arm and shiny and proof of their wealth. She would gain access, gather intel and then sweep in and take the goods and ghost out.

Esme had been legally declared dead and was now living as Estelle. She had so many names over the years but her current incarnation was Estelle. And she was a star. She’d become what she wanted, she was rich and self-reliant. She needed no one and had her fun as she craved it. There were men and women and drugs and jewels and for so long it had been a pleasant hazy dream. But the novelty of it wore off, she grew bored, a witness to her hypocrisy, growing soft and lazy with her indulgence. When she emerged from her haze and saw the state of the world around her she knew things had changed. Narcos now ruled the world. The government bowed to them, the poor worshipped them. She saw they were the future, the new leaders. And for her, that meant that’s where she had to be.

She found herself once again sharp and full of adrenaline. Her new role took real savvy and cunning. Otherwise, she’d end up dead for real. She cozied up, working for Narcos to steal for them. It wasn’t hard in skill, but it was in the amount of sexist shit she had to deal with. She’d killed men for laying hands on her, and worse. She’d pulled knives and guns and made frown men piss themselves as she threatened them with words they’d never heard women utter up to that point. Most of the leaders would laugh until they cried after the fact, seeing a woman act in such away. She entertained them. They underestimated her, saw her as some novelty pet that fetched things and entertained them. She could handle that. As long as she got paid.

Following the groups, making her way around it made sense she found herself in Columbia. She knew it was dangerous, but she was addicted to it. It filled the void of sex and drugs for her for the most part, although she did partake among her peers from time to time. She thought it made her admirable, independent, and a shining example of what a woman could be if she had the nerve to do it. She was, to a degree, but she was also wrong. She lacked the softness in her life anyone, not just a woman needed. A void where no love or trust or intimacy was in her life she filled with material things and lists of her accomplishments. if she kept busy and looking ahead she wouldn’t be still king enough to face her demons.

Except she was about to come face to face with her biggest one.

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As was his way, Javier had become a bit obsessed. He had to know if this woman was Esme. He’d been tracking her and was able to have DEA level observation to do it. It was a personal mission he’d been able to spin to look like a cartel one. There was a connection, she was seen with them, but little was known outside of that. After he’d put the word out for the beautiful woman with green eyes it hadn't taken long before someone scorned by her leaked information on her next job. The informant knew what his boss wanted to be stolen and when she’d be there. Normally no agent or cop would care to pay attention to her, or some jewels being stolen, she was just some woman to them. But serendipitous timing made sure she became THE woman for one of them.

She practically waltzed into the store. She scaled a fence, a wall and came through a window but for her, that was practically begging her to steal from them. The rooms were dark, silent except for the sounds of her feet as she made her way into the back, unseen and unbothered. It wasn’t until she’d stopped to admire her score before snatching it they the clicking of a gun behind her caught her attention.

He’d waited in the shadows, and none too patiently. With the aim set to intimidate, not kill, he Easter no more time. “Who are you?” It came out as an order.

Her head snapped up, back still to the faceless voice she felt was all too familiar. She blinks, the former goal now removed and replaced with a flood of emotion. She remains silent, her turn to be shocked like he was when he saw her face in the photos.

“Turn around.” Another order. The voice was deeper, darker now but still made her feel the same way.

She turns, and painfully slow. She doesn’t meet his intense gaze immediately, reading his body language first and calming her racing mind. There’s no way it was him.

There’s no way it’s her, his mind reassures him. But as soon as her eyes raise to meet his his stomach drops. He was right.

“Javi?” It was almost a whisper, for the first time in she couldn’t remember when she didn’t hide her emotions in her face.

The gun falls first, his sense falling to the wayside as it slipped into its place in the back waist of his jeans. His frame was broader, still lean moves towards her with an earned confidence now. He doesn’t speak, staring at her as if she might not be real. She gives him his time. He’d earned it. “It really is you.” It was his turn to let the veil fall, dark eyes shining in the low, cool light.

She nods. “Javi I can explain.” She begins, prepared to apologize and ask forgiveness before asking him why the hell he was there at all. They were a long way from home.

“You’re alive.” A rather obvious statement that made her smile. It was all he could handle.

“I can explai-“ a quick burst of words before they’re cut off by his mouth landing against hers. She hadn’t expected this. She was prepared for many things last but not this, at least not for him to be kissing her. “Javi my-“ she tries to get out but his hands are already on her cheeks, hot and damp and certain. She lets her concern fade for a moment, it would all be fine. She gives in to it, lets him take the lead, and pull her against him roughly. The anger and hurt coming through in his grip on her back and face as they kissed breathlessly. He stole her focus without trying, there was the signature huff from his nose, the nuzzle into her between separating to catch his breath but he felt different. But so did she.

Where they once held differences in certainty they now held the opposite. He kissed her like he just found out his first love was alive after decades of vices to cover the loss. Because he had. Every woman and experience he’d had between her and now, every skill and thus gained confidence was clear and apparent. This was not a boy handling a girl. He was a man handling his woman.

And there she was, blindsided and touch starved, passion and intimacy starved being devoured by the only man she’d ever truly loved. The only man she’d ever let in and see her for what she was. The only man that knew Esmeralda. It was a raw and painful ache that emanated from her chest as she clutched her hand around his wrist and the other gripped his shirt in her hand. She gave in because she knew it wouldn’t last long, and after it was over she’d miss it.

With eyes squeezed shut, his forehead pressed to hers, his statuesque nose gently rubbing against hers he exhales hot against her face. “Esme…” he pulls back and holds her face, demanding her focus.

“It’s been so very long since someone’s called me that.” she sighs and puts her hands on his forearms.

“Since I called you that?”

She nods and smiles, face pressed into his hand.

“Maybe it’s about time people called you that again.” he pauses and looks her over with a hard brow, he couldn't hide his simmering anger underneath the confusion, relief, and affection. “Where the fuck have you been?” She sighs in response. “Why the hell are you HERE?”

“Same as you. Work.”

“Why are you with those men? Don’t you know who they are? What they do?”

“Why do you ask questions you already know the answer to?”

“Why Esme?” his eyes water and his hands squeeze her face a bit too tightly before a wave of dizziness hit him.

“Same reason now as then,” she whispers, his grip loosening and not hearing her response, she slicks his dark hair back as his eyes start to roll around in their sockets. “You're fine, Javi. Seems you fell for my defense mechanism.” she smiles and he looks at her, starting to slump. “To be fair I didn’t know to expect you. You’ll wake up soon enough. It’s only temporary.” she wipes the culprit of the sudden wave of forced unconsciousness he was going through, her lipstick off his mouth. He was out quickly, and she spent some long moments exploring the now aged face of her once wide-eyed companion. “You are even more handsome than I thought you’d be.” she coos and kisses him after dragging him into a chair and pushing it into a corner so he wouldn’t fall. “It now inevitable we’ll meet again. My old hound dog.” She chuckles, a kiss to take in the scent of his hair before she parted ways. “See you later, mi amor.”

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Peña awoke to a boot knocking against his knee and an odd headache. It was pitch black outside by now, people on the streets outside none the wiser to the life-altering experience he’d just had.

“Are we blacking out in stores now?” Murphy snarks and shakes his head, leaning against a door frame.

“That’s not...I’m not…” Javier shakes his head, rubbing and tapping at the pulse in his skull.

“Then what the hell is it?” He can hear the judgment in his partner's voice.

“If I told you you would think I was crazy.” he groans and sits up with his back straight in the chair, one cocked brow looking over to the man staring him down.

“And I don’t now?”

Peña huffs out a laugh. That was a fair assessment. He’d think the same thing. He looked across the room, the glass case he’d found her standing in front of now empty. “She took the jewels.” he switches the subject, an arm raised lazily and collapsing against his lap after.

“Were they made of cocaine? Why do we give a shit?”

“It’s not the jewels that are important. It’s the woman that did it.”

“A woman? Huh. That’s something you don’t see every day. That is… a little bit crazy I guess.”

“That’s not what’s crazy.”

“Am I gonna have to fuckin’ waterboard you man, just tell me.” he groans.

“That woman I told you about... that stole those... she's been declared legally dead for almost twenty years.” he finally says with a defensive tone and a face that said don’t fucking try me to the man still assessing his sanity with no attempt at hiding his negative prognosis.

“Oh.” Murphy contemplates looking away to the empty case. “That... yeah okay that is crazy.”

@jaegeeeeer @likedovesinthewnd @inkededucatednnerdy @biharryjames @ladamari68 @past-romantic @weliketomoveit

#javier pena #Javier Pena Fanfic #javier pena fic #javier pena fan fic #javier pena x reader

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stetervault · 4 years

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Hey, love the blog!!! I was wondering if you had any fics where Talia is terrible to Peter and/or Stiles? I know that's a lot of fics so maybe ones where it's a notable plot point? Thanks!

Here are some I know, with various levels of bad alpha/sister/all-around person!Talia (some have her redeemable, others not so much):

IBDC: Teen Wolf by moonstalker24 --> Pretend to be dating AU Part 1 & Part 2

Peter pretends to be Stiles' boyfriend, which quickly evolves into being his actual boyfriend.

The Sphinx of Beacon Hills by Guede (Stetopher)

Stiles is a sphinx, and he’s winging his way to visit his buddy Scott when a storm drops him in Beacon Hills, the craziest, crankiest, coldest place ever. And somehow, he ends up with a bunch of werewolves.

The Other Husband by Therapeutic_Steter

Tumblr Prompt: You start working with your spouse and everyone thinks you're cheating because they don't know that's your spouse.

Home by Ragga

Don't be like him, they would say, and then add, or else you get burned.

Unable to bear the whispers any longer, This One left. He forsook those who forsook him, left him bear his scars alone, the scars he bore for his herd. It was better to be alone, stay off the currents, than swim with those most undeserving of his loyalty. So mote it be.

That is, until he met That One.

Ink Blossoms by Triangulum

"So, you're going to ruin your niece's baby shower with flowers in the wrong color?" the florist, Stiles, asks when they reach the counter. He pulls out a binder and starts flipping through it.

"Not ruin. Mildly inconvenience," Peter says.

"Right, messing with a hormonal pregnant woman seems like a great plan."

"To be fair, her fiance and the father of her baby is my ex-boyfriend," Peter says. "And we weren't broken up when they started 'dating'."

Stiles looks up at him in surprise. "And you're still getting her flowers?" he asks.

"It's under duress, I assure you," Peter says. He absolutely wouldn't be here if his alpha hadn't ordered it.

"Well, shit, yeah, let's get you some purple revenge flowers," Stiles says.

God Only Knows by katiemorag

Peter still couldn't quite believe he was being made to attend his niece's wedding, reason number one being that her fiancé was Peter's ex, who had cheated on Peter with Laura.

There's also the slight issue of his entire family refusing to believe that his boyfriend, Stiles, actually exists.

You Are so Much Better Than I Ever Knew Before by lavenderlotion

“Oh sweetheart,” Kate cooed, voice sickly sweet and obviously fake. “You didn’t think you were dating...did you?”

Stiles just stood there, still in shock and only coherent enough to shrug his shoulders. “Oh sweetie, that is just too cute. No, Der-Bear here just needed something to keep his cock warm while I was away visiting family.”

what the dust reveals by WindyRein

That one where Stiles and Peter are soulmates and there's spy-assassins and wings and other stuff.

You Just Got Ghosted! by Ragga

“What’s your name, angel?” little Stiles murmured even as his eyes fell closed, quickly losing his battle against sleep.

Stiles smiled. It was a little sad but also heavy with the knowledge that what he was doing was the right thing—heavy with the knowledge he didn’t deserve the moniker bestowed upon him.

“You can call me Mietek.”

Or the one where there's time travel, feels abound, two Stiles in one timeline, and one of them stuck somewhere between the planes of existence. Yet a ghost can still manage to save the day and get the girl. Or the wolf. Manly wolf. Because Peter.

Toothed Morality (Send Me Flowers) by rightsidethru

“The world is a dark place, moje kochanie; it is one filled with monsters, always ready to gobble you whole. Be wary of the promises they give: seal every vow with blood and bone and Name. A True Name, one that will bind them to their word.”

“But how will I know that they’re telling the truth, Matka? Couldn’t they lie…?”

“You’ll know, mały płomień.”

Send Newts by Bunnywest

The first thing Peter notices is that Talia’s smiling, and that in itself makes him suspicious. When he sees that Laura’s smiling too, his distrust intensifies. “What?” he demands? “What is it?” Talia’s smile widens as she serves him a cup of tea, made just how he likes it. “Just wondering if your new husband knows you’re such a curmudgeon in the mornings,” she says sweetly. Peter’s cup clatters against the table and the tea spreads in a puddle, ignored. “My what?” “New husband,” Laura chimes in, and then she’s wrapping her arms around Peter’s neck, and saying, “Thank you, Uncle Peter,” and hugging him tight, and the memory of last night tugs at him again. What happened again, exactly?

The Various Triumphs of Mischief Bilinski by Whispering_Sumire

"Hello, Chris," sings a honeyed voice from behind.

Chris' attention snaps toward the intruder, his gun already out of its' holster and aimed at whoever it is — a boy, apparently, with braided russet hair, a red jacket, and wise eyes. He's wearing a gas mask, but Chris can tell by the way his eyes crinkle around the edges, the way sun-burnt sand swirls in his irises, that he's smiling.

Chris cocks his gun.

"You killed my father," he says.

"No offence, but he totally deserved it," the stranger agrees with cheerful solemnity.

"What the hell are you doing in my home?" Chris demands. The kid is perched on a windowsill in Chris' office, as nonchalantly as if this were something he did every day, as if they were familiar.

"I was just wondering," the kid speaks softly, fond amusement sewn through with a peculiar resignation, "how you'd feel about putting down some nazis?"

[Or: The one where Stiles goes back in time and subsequently fucks with everything.]

The Devil You Know by Triangulum

Hell is busy and Peter is understaffed. There are too many evil people being sent down below and there are only so many demons Peter has to torture them with. He needs to reorganize. They don't utilize group torture nearly as much as they should. Stiles probably has some ideas on that.

Peter is King of Hell, Stiles is his second in command, and Talia summons them for a favor.

Call Me Mary Poppins by Triangulum (Stetopher)

Chris pinches the bridge of his nose and says, "You're telling me you want to fuck the nanny?"

"Don't be ridiculous, it's nothing as stereotypical as that, Christopher. This isn't porn. I want to seduce her," Peter says.

A Stetopher nanny AU that wasn't really asked for.

Follow My Lead by Inell (Peter/Laura/Cora/Derek/Stiles)

Peter can’t quite figure out what’s so appealing about the young agent questioning them about his sister’s murder, but he does know that Agent Stilinski is more than he seems.

The Perceptions of You and I by lavenderlotion

“Baby, why did your secretary ask me if I was here under duress?”

Peter looks at him, blinks slowly, and then tilts his head to the side before asking, “She what?”

“She asked if you were forcing me to be here,” Stiles says, eyes flicking across the room to where said assistant is standing at the punch bowl. “She wanted to know if you were blackmailing me or threatening me.”

“She thinks you’re here under duress because Peter is such a terrifying bastard there’s no way a human Omega would be with him otherwise.”

Rent-a-Date by RebaK1tten

If Peter has to spend Christmas with his family, he's going to have a buffer. Even if he has to get him off a website.

Pissing Off The Straights by Therapeutic_Steter

platypusesrneat asked: Peter's family is alive, rich, and complete assholes. Peter can't stand them and is trying to get out of going to their stupid party. Cue Stiles saving the day!

Prayers to a Lesser God by Green

When the Hales are trapped in a house fire, Peter prays to every deity he's ever read about. Miraculously, one answers his call.

this (let's remember) by sinequanon

Peter has always done his pack's dirty work, but it's not until his sister locks him away in Eichen House that he realizes that he has other priorities.

A Romeo and Juliet type story featuring less suicide and more murder.

Don't Come For His Family by lavenderlotion

In the three years Stiles had been with Peter, the man had only talked about his family a handful of times - and as far as Stiles knew had never once spoken to them. So he wasn’t exactly excited to see the mans family, even though that’s exactly what they were about to do.

It does not go to plan.

Beautiful Like Birds by Whispering_Sumire

"Stiles?" he asks, turning on the light, and Stiles looks at him- eyes wide, a flicker of utter devotion and heartbreaking joy passing his features before his whole face crumples and-

"Daddy?"

John has never seen his son like this, or maybe he has, when Claudia died, but it's different somehow, more, and terrifying because he has no idea why. He's closed half the distance between them before he even has time to think it through, but it doesn't matter because Stiles has bridged the rest and flung himself into John's arms.

He falls apart like that, holding onto John so tightly that it's hard to breathe, but he can't care about that right now because his son is sobbing and chanting "Daddy," desperately into his shoulder.

[Or, the one where Stiles goes back in time to save the world, and surprisingly, survives to tell the tale.]

We Three Can Rule The World by Whispering_Sumire (Steterek)

"Hello," he says softly, setting his fiddle down in his lap, not bothering to stand.

"Hi," Derek replies, half-gruff, then, because he should, "that was- that was beautiful but... you know this is private property, right?"

The boy throws his head back and laughs, and laughs, and laughs. The sound of it is overwhelming in its childish joy, and his eyes positively sparkle when they land on Derek again.

"Yes," he says, unashamed "I knew." Then he's standing, fiddle and bow in one hand, the other stretched out toward Derek, friendly and welcoming, "My name is Stiles."

[Or: The one where there's a fiddler, and two werewolves whose eyes flash blue, and a whole fucking world to conquer.]

The Alpha Thief by Triangulum

Something changes around the time Peter turns thirty. His wolf becomes malcontent and angry. His control, impeccable since he was a child, starts to slip, that inner rage leaking out. Talia's iron clad control over the pack chafes him. He can't explain why, but it feels like his world shifts. Pack members he's grown up with suddenly leave with barely an explanation, without a goodbye. His parents' deaths, something that occurred over five years ago, suddenly feel raw, everything after their passing he remembers feeling stilted and wrong.

What if Malia's existence wasn't the memory Talia took from Peter? And what if memories weren't the only thing she stole?

#ask #steter #teen wolf #fanfic rec #bad alpha talia #stetopher #steterek

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vigilantegetawaydriver · 3 years

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Definition Forbidden C1

Frank castle slightly x oc

word count: 2.1k

warnings : violence, other stuff, no smut I think there might be fluff

summary: Amy's adoptive sister and Frank only have one thing in common, and that's keeping Amy save. They don't get along really well.

Rose groaned as she sat up from the couch she`d been sleeping on, and was happy to see Frank hadn`t come back yet. She got up, quietly as not to wake Amy who was peacefully sleeping on the only bed the trailer had.

She made herself a cup of hot brew and ate this protein bar that was laying on the counter.

Then changed into her workout clothes and did some pushups, and pullups at the doorframe leading to the kitchen, all while trying not to be too loud.

As she was doing a set off pull ups she heard Franks voice from the outside, announcing his arrival.

She opened the door and told him to keep quiet , because of Amy , ignoring the fact that he was covered in blood beneath his jacket yet again. Frank let out a grunt as answer and made his way to the bathroom,

to probably tend to his wounds. Meanwhile Rose started doing her last set of push ups, while listening to the frustrated sounds Frank made.

She decided to ask if he needed help, so she went to the bathroom door and knocked :"You sound like you could use some help, I know we`re not exactly besties but yea I just want you to know Im here if you need help."

She waited a few seconds, Frank had gone totally silent since she had spoken. She was about go when the door to the bathroom opened. As she stepped inside she could see that Frank had taken off his shirt and was apparently trying to stitch up a nasty cut at his lower back.

She immediately reached for the wet cloth that was laying on the counter and the rubbing alcohol, and started cleaning his wound with it.

"How the fuck does that happen?" She asked while preparing to stitch the cut. "Didn`t wear my vest

and one of those fuckers jumped at me from behind." He flinched as she started stitching.

"He wouldn`t have gotten the jump at you if I had been there to back you up Castle." At that he visibly tensed "Yea right what would you have done? Shot him?

killed a man?" Now Rose was pissed too, at his total disregard of her abilities "You`re damn right I would have shot him, and you fucking know it, you know I`m a goddamn good sniper." He flinched as she angrily forced the needle to

go in. After a moment he said" Yea you keep tellin yourself that, and maybe it`s gonna happen, but I ain`t seen you shoot any weapon before kid." Rose kept her composure and responded passive aggressively

"Yea because you don`t just go off shooting at random things, and you just don`t want any help because you hope that you get killed right? So you can finally die, well let me tell you something Castle, I don`t like you I don`t give a shit

if you die or not, but if you do. And I hate to admit it , there won`t be anyone able to protect Amy like you do from what’s commin, so if you really care about her Castle, I suggest you stay alive. And don`t you ever call me Kid again."

At that he didn’t respond, she silently finished his stitching and put some bandages around his wound. Then she wordlessly cleaned and took care of all the minor injuries he wouldn`t been able to reach and left.

Well that was one nice conversation she thought as she took her bag and exited the trailer.

Frank still just sat there, thinking about what she had said, it had really gotten to him. The fact that she knew that he didn’t care whether he died or lived. But he forgot to tell her that he didn’t want her to die too, he didn’t want anyone else to get caught up in this mess, and as far as they knew there was no one looking for her, yet. He suddenly heard the door being shut and got out to find Rose was gone. “Damn it .” He uttered.

Rose was determined to get the guys that were after Amy, and so she did something she promised herself to never do again, but it was Amy , so she had to.

Later that day Rose returned , with a large sport bag contents unknown. She strode inside like on a mission and placed it on the table , ignoring Franks questions as to where shed been and what she had been doing.

She wordlessly opened the duffle and pulled out a long black box.

A weapons case, frank recognized.

“Hey what are you two up to?” Amy asked walking up to them from behind. “Amy I don’t want you to see this, could you please wait in the back?” Rose inquired.

“Like hell I am, I am sick of being shut out, and treated like a kid from the both of you. I am staying.”

“Fine, but don’t touch anything, you too castle!” Rose spoke with an annoyed undertone, as she opened the case, and revealed its contents a black Barrett M82.

“Where the hell did you get this?” Frank furiously inquired. “I took it with me when I left the army.” She answered calmly to release the tension. “Right , you have been deployed, you’re what 20 ? With a criminal background , when would that have happened?”

Rose let out an annoyed sigh at his disbelief and explained: “ I`m twenty one actually, I went to the army when I was eighteen , stayed till I was like nineteen and a half , I was a natural as sniper, was deployed for a few unimprtant missions, then they wanted to use me and a few other recruits as hitmen, I knew with what I knew they wouldn’t let me live if I refused their offer, so I took my shit and went AWOL. I had to disappear , after that I had to keep over water somehow, and so I did some jobs where I could put my special skills to use. It was extremely violent, and after a while I realized that I couldn’t keep doing it anymore all the things I did were just so wrong. So I searched myself a new kind of job, promising myself to never bring up my past again. I found these guys that were giving out jobs where you had to con people and it was pretty well paid that’s when I met Amy. That was about a year and a half ago.”

Amy had just been silently listening and suddenly uttered “ I thought you trusted me , and that we tell each other everything, and now I hear that you were a hitman , a mercenary?! So you lied to me about your past, and that’s how you were able to shoot a gun and beat up those guys that were after us once. Its like I don’t even know you anymore.”

Frank just silently watched, though it looked like he was contemplating something in his head.

“ Amy , you know I love you, you are like a sister to me, and I didn’t want you to know about this because its dangerous, there are still people looking for me and its dangerous for everyone who knows about this. And I tried to leave that part of my life behind, so I decided to never tell anyone , till now.”

“Yea its too dangerous, that’s what everyone keeps telling me , you know what you two , deserve each other, both keeping secrets and telling everyone its for their best ,but you-“ she was pointing at Rose “and especially you –“ now she pointed at Frank “ Are just psychopaths who like to find excuses for the awful things that you do.” With that Amy took her stuff, and went to exit the trailer. “Wow where do you think you are going.“ Frank suddenly inquired. “ Don’t even try to stop me , I am staying with Curtis, I am so sick of you too, but hey maybe you two can go on a murder spree together now. That’s what you do right?!” With a loud thud the door was slammed shut and Amy gone.

Rose wanted to go run after Amy, but Frank grabbed her arm and held her back “Don’t , she’s save with Curt , and you and me have to talk anyway.” Rose wriggled out of his hold and countered :” Oh we have nothing to talk about, the only thing we had in common , just left, I don’t owe you anything!”

She made her way to the table and started packing her stuff. Frank in the meantime phoned Curtis, about Amy.

Curtis told him that Amy had already called him and asked if she could stay with him, and that he was on his way to pick her up.

Now he turned to Rose, he watched her furiously trying to fit all her belongings in one small duffle, he would have never thought that she was ex military, but he had never seen her fight before too, except for when they first met ,she had pointed a gun at him and they had almost killed each other if it hadn’t been for Amy stepping in.

“I just talked to Curt , he is picking her up , she’s save now, you don’t need to worry about her kid.” Rose ignored him, but stopped packing and sat down burying her head in her hands.

She had realized that she wasn’t mad at Amy, or Frank, she was mad at herself, for burying up her past.

“Look just give her some time, she`ll come around sooner or later, you were just trying to protect her she`ll see that.” Frank spoke sitting down on the other end of the couch. Rose didn’t look up but mumbled :”I don’t think so, she hates me now, I messed it up again, she’s the only one I care about and now she hates me too. I should have never lied to her , I mean how could I keep this from her ?” Now it sounded like she was crying. “Look , kid. I – . I knew when I was deployed I signed up for this shady operation that wasn’t the normal kind of mission, hell I knew that this might affect me later in my life. That it might have some consequences when I`d come home. Even endanger my family. But I ignored those thoughts , I ignored all reason because I liked it, I always loved it. War all that shit. My wife knew , she told me herself that it was ok , that she loved me anyway.

But in the back of my head I knew , I always knew that I was and undoubtably am the reason they died. I had a choice, I could have signed out, lived a happy life, but I didn’t. What I wanna say is , you had the chance to get out, and you did, you are a good person Rose , and I don’t believe that Amy hates you for one second.”

Rose sighed “Yea , but I am just as bad, when I fled I could have gone under, really disappeared , but I didn’t I searched the fight I took jobs that were just as bad as the one they had offered me in the army. Back then I beat up guys just for the fun of it sometimes. I decided that I wanted to fight , and it didn’t matter if it was in the army , as private security, or something else. When I fled I noticed it that itch , the need for violence. Till I finally realized that it had to stop, that I had to stop.” She looked at him and when Frank didn’t answer she continued :” And keeping it from Amy was wrong, I should have told her who I really am, what I had done, but I just wanted to feel normal. But regardless of what I did , I never killed anyone. I beat them up, tortured even but I never killed, I didn’t want to go that far.”

Frank now regarded her and said:” You´re better than me kid, you haven’t crossed that line you still have a chance at normal. You were right trying to keep the past in the past and when this is over, you should take Amy and go start a new life, get a chance at normal.”

Rose regarded him for a moment before getting up and grabbing her bag “Thanks Castle, for keeping Amy save, and for the advice. I´m gonna go now, call me when Amy comes back.” She said laying a burner phone down next to him, before walking to the door.

“Castle you are probably the only one that’s able to give her the protection she needs, now , but I want you to know that when she’s save you don’t send her to me, my life never was normal and never will be. And don´t take this personally, but I hope we´ll never meet again.”

-And with that she left.

Authors Note: I hope this makes any sense at all

#frank castle x oc #the punisher #frank castle #frank castle imagine #frank castle edit #jon bernthal #the punisher x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #amy bendix #karen page #the punisher fanfiction #frank castle x you

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reddesertcolbs · 4 years

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new girl // colby brock

this made me sad

requested: yes

summary: you’re colby’s best friend and he has been ditching you for his new girl, so you decide to give him a piece of your mind.

word count: 2.7k+ words.

warnings: mention of parties and alcohol, a few swear words, angst

masterlist

it is wednesday, which means it is pizza night for the whole group. not going to lie, you adored pizza night because it was the only time everyone got together without any distractions, the only distraction is when the boys battle each other on their games, but it’s a good distraction.

however, this pizza night is different from any other pizza night. the vibe is completely off, as everyone watches colby introduce a girl who he has been talking to for a couple of weeks.

you are still yet to meet the mystery girl, as colby has been very distant with you since she came into his life. any spare time that he had with you, has now changed to him spending time with her. recently, he has started to cancel plans that the two of you had together last minute, which not going to lie, has pissed you off because it’s so not like him.

you and colby were best friends, and you were practically joint at the hip. even though you were supposed to be made up for your best friend finally meeting someone who feels right, you can’t stop the jealousy that is bubbling in the pit of your stomach. now, this isn’t because you fancied him or because you wanted to be his girlfriend, you just felt nervous of the idea of a new girl being in his life.

colby made quick eye contact with you, and gave you a quick smile before turning his attention to the girl in front of him. you watch, as he wraps his arms around her waist, and leans in to whisper something in her ear and she chucks her head back as soft giggles fall from her lips.

your gaze is diverted from colby and the girl, to sam, who is shouting at you from the opposite side of the room and waving his arm like a maniac to gain your attention.

“y/n!” he shouts, waving a ping pong ball in the air. “devyn needs a team player, you’re up.”

you nod, picking up your drink from the floor and stroll towards sam, kat and devyn who are standing by the pool table. upon arriving, you take a gulp of the drink, and place the now empty cup on the edge of the pool table.

“what drink is in the cups this time?” you ask, peeping into the red cups and trying to take a sniff.

“vodka, straight.” kat grins, watching as your face twists in disgust.

“jesus, are you trying to kill me?” you chuckle, picking up the ping pong ball and bouncing it on the table, groaning when it misses the cups on the opposite end. “why couldn’t you mix it with coke?”

“stop moaning and drink up.” sam cackles, as the white ball lands perfect in the red cup that is placed neatly in front of you. you groan, but pick up the cup anyway and chug it down quickly. coughs of disgust fall from your lips, and you grip your chest at the burning feeling of the vodka slipping down your throat.

“fucking hell, that’s awful.” you whine, face still twisted in disgust, as the three laugh at your reaction.

beer (vodka) pong goes on for at least forty minutes before sam and kat are crowned the winners, and devyn and you would have won if you both weren’t so bad at it.

during this time, colby still hasn’t been to see you or even spoken to you and as you’re getting more drunk, you can’t help but start to sulk at the fact your best friend of years, is ignoring your presence for a girl he’s known for a couple of weeks.

you are sitting on the sofa, with your fourth drink of the night, as well as the vodka from beer pong, and you're resting your chin on your palm. you feel the seat dip next to you, and you turn your head to the left and smile as corey wraps his arm around your shoulder, in a friendly way.

“i can’t help but notice that you’re not enjoying yourself tonight,” he speaks quietly in your ear. even though the music in the trap house is loud, he doesn’t want to gain the attention of the others. “what wrong? you can tell me anything you know.”

“i just don’t like getting ignored.” you sigh, looking over in the direction of colby and his new girl, who is now sitting on his lap. you turn your gaze back to corey, who follows your gaze and his eyebrows raised in shock. “he’s been so distant, cancelling plans and ignoring my texts and calls. it’s starting to get to me, not going to lie.”

you can feel your breath hitch and your eyes begin to water, as all of the emotions of the night begin to release. you blink away any tears that are threatening to fall quickly, and stand up from your seat and turn to corey.

“i’ll be back in a minute, i’m just going to use the bathroom.” you smile, wiping under your eyes quickly and move towards the stairs that lead to the bathroom.

stepping into the bathroom, you lock the door and sit on the edge of the white bath and you finally feel tears fall down the apples of your cheeks. sniffles escape from your lips as you rub the bottom of your eyes, trying not to get mascara all over your face, as you stand to look at yourself in the mirror. hastily wiping the mascara drips from below your eyes, you turn your head towards the door as a soft knock booms.

“y/n, it’s colby,” he shouts from the opposite side of the brown wooden door. “can you unlock the door please?”

your eyes widen at his voice, and you remove any reminders of the mascara from your eyes. it was obvious that you were crying, and you didn’t try to hide it as you walked towards the door and unlocked it, before sitting back on the edge of the tub.

your head remains looking at the floor, as his shoes come into contact with your gaze. he places his hand on your shoulder, but you flinch at his touch and he frowns, then quickly removes his hand to play with his rings, that are littered all over his fingers..

“hey, look at me.” he demands, but in a soft voice to encourage you to look in his direction. “please?”

sighing, you raise your head to look at him with watery eyes, as you bring your bottom lip between your teeth to stop it from quivering. his face is confused, but it’s also laced with concern as he studies your face.

“what’s going on? corey said you’re upset. has someone said something to you?” he questions, eyes widening as he talks fast, determined to find out what’s wrong with his best friend.

“it’s what someone hasn’t said.” you spit, voice laced with anger as you ball your fists in frustration. you didn’t mean to sound like a bitch, but you needed to let him know that he’s upset you and now is the best time whilst you’re both alone.

“what are you going on about?” he looks at you puzzled, searching your face for clues as to what you’re talking about.

“you haven’t uttered one word to me all night. in fact for weeks, colby.” you sigh, looking down at the floor again, before returning your attention to his face. “you’ve cancelled plans, you’ve ignored my calls and texts and every time i come over to hang out you’re not here because you’re too busy with her.”

colby was stunned. he didn’t know how to react because he didn’t know that he was the reason that you were upset and crying in the bathroom.

colby sighs, as he brings his hand up to his hair and tugs on it. he is suddenly feeling stressed, frustrated and guilty knowing that he’s made his best friend and favourite girl feel like pure shit, to the point she’s crying.

“i’m sorry,” he mummers, looking away because he can’t stand to see the hurt on her face. he moves back, so he is leaning against the sink, and folds his arms across his chest. “i didn’t realise i was making you feel this way, i’m sorry.”

you scoff, and raise to your feet so you're standing in front of him. your scoff makes him lift his head and make eye contact with you, and he tugs his bottom lip in between his pearly white teeth nervously.

“are you not happy for me or something? is this why you’re so pissed off with me?” he asks, standing up straight and he knits his brows together.

“you’re joking right?” you say, shaking your head as you feel more frustrated tears threatening to fall. “of course i’m made up for you colby, as long as you're happy, i’m happy.”

“well clearly you’re not because you’re acting like this.” he nods his head into your direction and moves his arms about to get his point across. his words only make you shake your head more, as you laugh humourlessly.

“i’m pissed off because you’ve ditched your best friend of many fucking years, for a girl you’ve known for two seconds.” you try not to raise your voice, but you can’t help it as you feel the anger bubble in the pit of your stomach. “can i add as well, you’ve ditched the one who helps you edit your videos, the one who keeps you company when you’re feeling sad or want someone to watch movies with you, the one who cooks you food when you can’t be arsed and the one who cares about you so fucking much, that she’s crying right in front of you for treating her like a complete idiot.”

you’ve let the hot tears fall now, and you can’t stop them as sobs begin to fall from your lips. colby’s heart is shattering at the sight, but he’s still taking in your words.

it’s silent for a few moments, before colby moves quickly to wrap his arms around your frame. this time, you don’t shrug him off, because what you need at this moment in time is a hug from the man standing in front of you. so, you wrap your arms tightly around his waist and cling on to him as sobs wrack through your body.

he rubs his hand soothingly on your back to help calm you down, and he sighs, playing back your words over and over in his head. guilt was all he felt. he didn’t know he was pushing you away, he was so wrapped up in something new, that he couldn’t see he was forgetting to spend time with the girl who means the most to him.

“i’m so sorry, so fucking sorry y/n.” he mummers against your shoulder, squeezing your frame tightly as if he was afraid that you were going to push him off and tell him to go and fuck himself. he could feel himself starting to get emotional, so he tugs his bottom lip between his teeth again to stop it from wavering.

you manage to calm yourself down, sniffling every now and then as you wipe your eyes. you loosen your arms on waist, and step back to wipe the tears off your face and sigh. you feel slightly embarrassed for confessing your feelings about the situation to colby, but you knew deep down that he needed to know, otherwise you were going to be more hurt in the long run.

“i promise, colbs. i’m made up for you, but please don’t push me out because you’ve found someone.” you say quietly, suddenly feeling exhausted as your head begins to pound. you don’t know if it’s from the alcohol, or your thoughts, but you bring your fingers to your temples and rub gently.

“i won’t, everything’s going to change. i promise.” he says softly, bringing you in for another hug before releasing and looking at you. “do you want to go back down there? or do you want to watch movies in my room?” he asks, searching your face for answers.

“you can’t leave her down there for me, it’s not fair. i’m just going to go home, it’s getting late and i’m pretty tired now.” you say, looking at your hands to avoid eye contact with him.

“okay,” he sighs, nodding his head in acknowledgment. “do you have a lift home already? i can drive you, i haven’t drank anything today.”

“yes please, if you don’t mind.” you chew your lip, a habit that you have when you feel awkward or nervous, and you’re not too sure why you’re feeling like this in front of your best friend.

“of course not, c’mon.” he says, giving your shoulder a last squeeze for comfort, before unlocking the door and climbing down the stairs.

you wait by the door, as you don’t want anyone to see you in this state and anyone to question you, and you hear colby announce he’s driving you home and he won’t be long. you hear everyone shout goodbye to you, and it brings a smile onto your lips for the first time in a while, and you follow colby as he opens the front door and to his car.

the drive to your place was short, as you live close by, and you rest your head on the coolness of his car window and let your eyes close. colby glances in your direction multiple times to make sure you’re okay, and once he arrives outside your house, he taps your shoulder to gain your attention.

“hey,” he whispers, not wanting to scare you. “we’re here.”

you lift your head up to look around, and you can feel yourself relax when you look at the front door of your house. you unbuckle your seatbelt, and turn to look at the man in the driver's seat, who is chewing on his bottom lip watching your every move.

“thank you for driving me home, colbs.” you smile, preparing to exit his car by grabbing your heels which you removed the second you sat in the seat and your bag.

“any time, you know that.” he returns the smile, but a small sigh releases from his pink lips. “i’m really sorry for tonight, i honestly didn’t realise i was acting like a dick. can i make it up to you tomorrow, please?”

“it’s okay, i mean it’s not okay,” you say, fiddling with your hands. “we needed that talk. how are you going to make it up to me?” you quiz with raised eyebrows and a small grin.

“movies with me all day tomorrow. i’ll pick you up around eleven and we can stop at the shop and grab snacks, and we can have a sleepover.” he looks at you with a glint of hopefulness, whilst he studies your face.

“sure, sounds good brock.” you beam, leaning over the console to engulf him with a hug. “i’m going to go inside now, text me when you get back to the house so i know you’re safe, please.”

“i will do, now get out before you fall asleep in my car and i can’t get you out.” he winks, chuckling as you let out soft giggles and open the door. “message me when you have locked your door so i know you’re okay.”

nodding, you gather your things, and exit his car. you begin to walk to your front door, before turning around and giving colby a little wave. he doesn’t move or take his eyes off you, until he sees that you have opened, entered and shut the door behind you. he waits a couple of seconds before his phone pings to say you’re okay, and that you’re off to bed.

colby smiles, and turns his ignition on, and he begins the small route back to the house. your words from earlier play back in his head during the trip back to his house, and he can’t help but feel accountable for making you upset, so he is going to make sure he makes you feel so special during your time together tomorrow.

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hecohansen31 · 4 years

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Hello love, I’d love to request a part two to the escort lady!reader Alfred imagine with the prompts 39, 109 and 5. Thank you so much and have fun writing!! 💕

WARNINGS: Mention of Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Slight Slut-Shaming, Exposing, General Angst.

“You taste like fucking candy” Alfred commented softly, as he kept on licking between your legs, and you gripped tight on his short hair.

That awful moustache of his making your thighs redden as it brushed against your tender skin when he continued on going down on you.

And you were close to reaching the stars, thanks to his gentle demonstration of affection.

Alfred was quite the generous lover, you had discovered.

And not only in the bedroom.

But you didn’t truly care about the money he’d dote on you.

You cared about the way he wouldn’t hesitate to listen to your rants, after your boiling nights together.

How he’d just adoringly look at you.

How annoyed he’d be by the fact that you had been belittled by somebody in your newest work.

He had tried to get you to let him handle the entire work prospect.

He had his own sources and might set you up somewhere that’d be truly fitting for you, instead of being a ‘coffee-bringer’ intern for ten hours a day.

But you had refused his help.

You already felt too guilty at the sole thought of accepting his money, for your time, although you insisted he didn’t need to do it anymore, since you didn’t work anymore for the agency and your appointment were all set up by you.

It had turned to being into something more than a simple agreement.

You honestly had wanted to get to know Alfred after the disastrous family event.

But at the same time you also knew better than to hope that a client like Alfred, with everything in his pockets, would fall in love with you, an ex-escort with too many problems and a reputation that was in pieces, almost as if you were a disgraced courtesan.

You should have broken the relationship, after your first encounter with Alfred had ended.

He had been staring at you from his comfortable bed, hazed by the amazing sex you had had, as you got in your change of clothes, having to go back home before it was too late, and he had persuaded softly with those rosy lips that had been on yours..

‘Stay please’.

And you had stayed with him, dangerously tiptoeing the line of professional and not.

You had thought at first that what you felt for Alfred was simple interest and a good sexual chemistry, but with time you had felt yourself slowly falling for him.

Which wasn’t a good thing.

Because he probably didn’t feel the same.

You were simply somebody who might get him and was nice for a night sex.

Whenever you focused on it, it just brought you down, ruining the few moments you stole from Alfred.

So, you always said yourself, you’d quit it, after one last night.

But you never did.

“… Gosh, I am so close” you murmured, throwing your head back on the pillow, as you comfortably adjusted, meanwhile you felt pleasure becoming stronger and stronger till it reached the faithful…

… and then Alfred’s phone rang.

You grimaced at the awful sound, and Alfred did the same and you felt it on your core, but he ignored the annoying sound, focusing as a true gentleman on working you in the earnest, pushing you over the edge.

But again, just as you were breeching heaven, again… that damned hellish sound interrupted you.

And Alfred had to relent his various attempts, laying a soft kiss on your left thigh, before he moved to collect the phone from his bed table as you crossed your arms over your naked chest, annoyed and tried to lure him back in bed.

“Alfie… I need your attention!” you screeched lightly, as he just laughed at your antics, but moved to grab the phone, immediately his expression moving in an annoyed one, meaning it was either Judith or Aethelred.

“Just give a minute, lovely” he mumbled softly, kissing your forehead, and propping himself to sit beside you, as he accepted the incoming call “… hello there, bro… what? You need to calm down I can’t understand what you are screaming”.

You expected Aethelred to either be pissed as usual with Alfred or needing a hand, but you were surprised by the fact that as soon as Aethelred’s voice slowed down, Alfred’s face became completely shadowed by worry.

“… ok I got it” he muttered, and although his brother didn’t seem in the slightest finished, Alfred closed the phone right on his face.

A few minutes before you hadn’t been able to think about anything other than having him back in your legs, but now you couldn’t help but be extremely nervous about what Aethelred had told him, as you gently moved an hand up to his cheek, surprising him with your sudden appearance by his side.

“What happened?” you breathed out, moving a hand between his hair, a gesture that always seemed to calm him down a bit.

“They found out about you and me”.

You raised an eyebrow lightly at his cryptic expression.

Of course, his parents knew about you two, so it wasn’t anything that should have come as a surprise.

“They know also about the… true nature of us two”.

And you understood his worry, but…

“… and it leaked out. It’s on tabloids already”.

Now you understood completely his bad mood.

You had ruined his reputation.

Fucking shit.

“… fucking hell” you uttered, moving away from the bed, as you moved to get your own iPhone and a robe to hide your nudity, sex being the last thing on your mind, as you moved to click around a few tabloids.

And indeed, you found photos of you two at an elegant dinner, but what was the worst was that the source that had leaked them had told them that you were nothing more than a paid escort.

You were confused about it all and your mind rushed to the person that might have said it.

Your family didn’t know shit of your job, as many of your friends and even if they knew some part of it, you kept the secrecy of your clients.

This left only the agency.

You could guess that somebody had spoken up because you had finally chosen to leave.

But again, your brain was too rushed to properly know who the hell they could be.

And you were panicking hard, when you felt Alfred’s hand, gently pushing itself on yours.

“Hey…”.

“It’s a disaster” you moved away unable to calm yourself or feel yourself able to stay near him, as you moved away from the bed, jumping up “… fuck, Alfred you should go, before the paps swam over here”.

“Hey no!” he tried to protest, as he moved to reach you, but you pushed yourself away “… we are, we can’t just ignore this…”.

“Alfie, this is the kind of stuff that ruins careers” you tried to explain at it, your voice thoroughly panicked “… you have been caught with what people think is a hooker…”.

“You aren’t a hooker!” replied Alfred, and although you were thoroughly moved by the fact that through this entire mess, he still tried to thoroughly defend your honor, you had to keep yourself rational.

And assume the worst.

“I know, but they won’t understand it” they would never have understood it.

They’d just take what some journalist had written about you.

‘Alfred York’s latest conquest isn’t what you’ll think’.

‘Hooking up with Alfred York’.

‘Scandalously at dinner’

“…yes but… “he kept on trying to speak, but you knew better.

It had been fun till it lasted.

“You have to go”.

And if he couldn’t see how much damage you had done…

… you’d do the right choice for him.

“You can’t be serious” he protested roughly, as he tried to bring you on his laps, but you pushed a strenuous resistance “… we’ll just stay here huddled together, and wait that it’ll all calm down”.

“Alfred be realistic!” you retorted to him annoyed.

Why did he have to make it all so difficult?

Why couldn’t he just see this for what you truly were: a rotten relationship.

“I am!” he moved to mimicking your tone, perfectly “… I am trying my best to stay calm, although this shit is scaring me like fucking hell”.

“… and this is why you should go” you insisted “This was a mistake that lasted much more than it was supposed to”.

You didn’t mean to be so thoroughly harsh with him, and almost went to console him as you saw the hurt in his eyes, but then stopped yourself, catching your hand just as it was lurching forward to him.

And he seemed to finally get the message.

He moved to get his clothes as a fury and put them on as you set yourself on the bed, almost wanting to stop him, to hug him tight and to ease his worry.

But you just couldn’t.

And when he was done, he just shot you one last look, before he rummaged through his pockets getting a few dollars out, as you tried to reject them, but he just threw them out onto the floor, again that brilliant rage shining in his eyes.

“I honestly have to say that I should have foreseen that this would have never lasted, honestly but to me… to me…you’re more than just a one-night stand”.

And the painful sound of the door closing behind him, was followed by the one of your screaming cries.

The following months had been thoroughly tough.

Although your name hadn’t been leaked, your newest boss had soon noticed the similarities between you and the girl on all the tabloids, not to talk about your friends and family.

Most of them had been low key supporting, you could feel their heavy judgement onto you.

Finding a new work hadn’t been easy and eventually you had had to move back home, in order to get something nice that’d suit your degree, but you were still underpaid and struggling every day.

But the fatigue wasn’t bad, even more when it helped with feeling less the breaking of your heart, as you went through the realization of having broken not solely your heart but Alfred’s, also.

Still you thought he was better off.

He would have found some pretty cute high society lady that would have given him cheek kisses and smiled at his sweet embarrassment.

But would he have been able to let out his darkest side, with her?

Would she make him feel as understood as you did?

Would he be able to have the same deep conversation you did?

… you shouldn’t have certainly over thought about it.

The most contact you had with him was checking his results, on the news.

Thankfully ‘the escort scandal’ hadn’t stained his reputation and many people had been ready to swear on Alfred’s good heart, a few online memes even pointing out that he was probably helping ‘the nice escort lady’.

And you, yourself, had laughed at it once, because it was just how he was made.

And you missed him.

With every breath you took.

So, when you had received a call from an unknown number, hearing his voice had left your breath frozen in your lungs, and you had just been unable to think that your name sounded better than said by his voice.

“(Y/N)…”.

“Hey, Alfie” you uttered back, unable to deny him your usual sweetness.

“I miss you” he breathed in, his voice so frail and shy that you almost wanted to reach out and hug him tight “… why aren’t we together?”.

“Because… because it is better off like that…”.

“Were you seriously with me only for the money?” the reply seemed almost an attack and you weren’t able to deny him the truth.

Because you owed it to me, at last.

“No, I mean… only the first time, but… then… I did it because I liked spending time with you, truly”.

“Then why did you…” you felt him sobbing on the phone and to know that you had caused him so so much pain, it broke all the stitches you had on your badly-mended heart “… why did you tell me that it was better over?”.

“Because I am a mess, Alfred” you tried to keep your tone normal, but it lightly became choked as you uttered the truth that you had kept hidden from him and also you.

Because you were truly nothing he deserved.

“… I… was in an escort agency and I barely make it through my day, each month” all the worries of lately came crashing down onto you, like a flood “… and you are the prince charming, the sweet heir to a fortune…”:

“I am also very much in love with you”.

The affirmation broke any barrier you had put in your heart.

“… and I don’t care if you are that” his voice was so sincere and broken that you thought that maybe, you hadn’t done the best thing ever in breaking up with him “… you were never that to me, and I thought you knew”.

“I just…” you bit your lips, to try to stop yourself from crying “… I thought I was doing the right thing”.

“… but is it what you want?” now his tone had grown aggressive, passion blooming under it “… because what I want right now is to fucking hold you tight, because I know that you are crying and it breaks my heart to know it”.

“I…” you were indeed breaking down.

Any barrier of prejudice and insecurity you had put up for him now falling down.

“Can I come to you, princess?” he breathed, his tone being more a demand than a question and although your brain told you to just stop the conversation, your heart wasn’t able to shut itself completely off.

“Please, come to me” you shivered as you uttered it “… come home”.

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thosekidswhohuntmonsters · 5 years

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Summary: It’s been a week since the readers little kitchen fling with Bucky and neither of them have really said anything in response to it. It isn’t until a night out drinking that Bucky makes it painfully clear what he wants.

Word Count: 2043

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It took everything in you to not throw up at the scene in front of you. There stood Bucky leaning against the bar, a flock of new recruits surrounding him. It was painfully obvious nearly every girl and guy crowding him wanted him, and it was even more obvious that he enjoyed it.

He could be such a complete and utter cock sometimes. Bucky loved the idea that he was wanted. He’d always flash his devilish smirk, look you up and down with his ocean blue eyes, and find a way to let his touch linger.

The man could have anyone a stuttering and drooling mess within mere seconds and he knew it. You hated it. Or maybe you hated that you didn’t hate it. With a snap of his fingers Bucky could have you on your knees.

The tough part was that you weren’t the only one. You didn’t like competing for someone's attention, or feeling like you were just another name on a long list of devotees. So you watched from the sidelines and did you best to ignore the aching in your heart.

It had been an entire week since your little moment in the kitchen, and neither of you had truly acted on it. As if sensing your internal struggle, and ultimately your weakness, Bucky abandoned his flock and made his way towards you.

“And here I thought you were too good to be out drinking when we have training in the morning princess”.

There it was, your little secret. Princess. Once again flowing effortlessly from his lips, and stirring up a storm of desire and confusion within yourself.

In honor of the recruits completing their first week of Hell Month, aka the most intense boot camp Steve could come up with, everyone had gone out for drinks. You had been enjoying a night with Sam until Nat walked in and the man lost all common sense.

Before you could answer Bucky leaned in and whispered into your ear, “Don’t worry princess I won’t tell Steve”. You cursed your body for betraying you and instantly getting goosebumps as his lips grazed your skin. He just had to use that pet name huh?

“And I won’t tell Steve you’re sleeping with the new recruits” you teased back. You would’ve picked a single recruit to name drop, but in all honestly it seemed like every single one wanted to be sleeping with Bucky.

Bucky’s curiosity peaked, “Hmm what makes you think I’m sleeping with any of them let alone multiple”. You wanted to kill him. Did he really want you to basically explain how desirable he was?

“The fact that you have an entire flock of them following you around like love sick pups”.

“Jealous are we?”.

You wanted to wipe the cocky grin right off of his face with the same right hook you’d taught the recruits earlier during training. Yes you were jealous but you didn’t want him knowing that. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“No, just wondering how our next mission will go when they’re all too busy staring into your eyes instead of actually fighting crime”.

By now Bucky had joined you in the booth, sitting across from you. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had his full attention like this. Maybe the kitchen. It felt as though you were a moth drawn to a flame.

“You seem to do that and still manage to get the job done”.

Your jaw dropped and you let out a humourless laugh. He was even cockier than usual. Bucky sat across from you with the biggest shit eating grin you had ever seen. He was so clearly full of himself tonight you couldn’t believe it!

“Hmm well atleast I stare at your eyes” you said before staring briefly at his chest so he’d get the picture. Bucky had no right to act as if he didn’t undress people with his eyes for a living. The man shamelessly eyed people up and down no matter the situation.

“Listen princess, am I not supposed to appreciate god's work?”.

It was as if someone had set him on “cock-sure” mode and then hit self destruct. Normally his confidence was sexy but tonight it was starting to piss you off. Especially with how much everyone else had already been idolizing him.

Had your moment last week meant nothing to him? Were you just another fun thing to play with to him? You were starting to get really annoyed, and heart broken.

“Why don’t you go appreciate god's work on the recruits instead of me, princess”.

With that you left the booth and made your way toward the bar. Making sure to sit as far away from any of Bucky’s new disciples as possible. No doubt they had all been eying you down and wondering what you’d done to deserve Bucky’s full attention.

In the time it had taken you to sit down and order another drink Bucky was already at your side again. He’d never liked rejection, and he especially disliked it coming from you. Plus the way you’d called him princess had turned him on too much for him to just let your little game die then and there.

“Well aren’t you the gift that keeps on giving”.

Bucky smiled in response. He knew that your anger was just a mask, but he wasn’t sure what exactly it was masking. Did you just think he would be a fun fuck? Or had you developed feelings for him?

“I’m all about the pleasure of others”.

Had he learned nothing from your first exit? Bucky was nearly being relentless at this point. You took a sip of your drink, “Well it would please me if you left me alone”. That was an absolute lie.

You didn’t want him to leave you alone. Hell you wanted him to never leave your side again! It was just that you wanted him to stop being such a douchebag and actually be himself for a little. It was hard to imagine this Bucky being who Steve risked everything for.

“Well if I leave then nothing is going to stop West from having eye sex with you”.

Bucky nodded his head toward your right where West had been standing. He was leaning against the bar, drink in hand, and completely ignoring the girl talking to him.

You let out a low groan. The last thing you wanted was to be left alone with West. You’d barely escaped from him last week and you’d be dodging him ever since.

“Please do not leave me alone with that” you begged.

Bucky was happy that you still seemed to be ignoring West and his apparent desires to have you, but he was still a little unsure about it all. This had been the most you’d spoken to him all week, “I thought you would’ve asked me to leave even quicker”.

Now that was a lie on his part. Bucky was afraid you would’ve asked him to leave even faster, but he’d been holding out hope that you wouldn’t. He watched as your eyes widened, “Wait do you still think West is my type”.

“He's a total golden boy, and you’re a total good girl so duh”.

This time you laughed for real and it was a hard and long laugh. You couldn’t believe that Bucky not only thought you’d like someone like West, but also that he had no idea how you’d felt about him.

“West is not my type at all!”.

“So then what is your type?”.

There it was. Bucky had you right where he wanted you. Now your only option was to describe your ideal man and inevitably describe Bucky. You just hoped that maybe if he got drunk enough he’d forget this whole thing by morning.

“Bucky..” you warned hoping it would be enough for him to stop. Of course it wasn’t, and it only made him want to know ever more. He leaned closer to you and in the same tone said, “(y/n)”.

You rolled your eyes but ultimately gave in. Besides, the rush of it all was undeniably hot. After taking another sip you began, “Well I like guys that take control, but know that I’m only letting them take control. Not because I’m this submissive little thing”.

Bucky felt as though his desire for you was a river, and it was overflowing. Without saying a word he just nodded his head and let you continue. He was too eager to hear what you’d say next to ruin it by being cocky.

“I want someone who doesn’t treat me like an angel who got left her on accident. Who knows that I have my own wants and desires and that those wants and desires can be as filthy as I want them to be”.

All of this was a confession that had been held in for too long, and now you couldn’t stop yourself. It gave you goosebumps to finally admit that you weren’t the good girl everyone thought you were. You were starting to feel how you had in the kitchen, but even better.

Bucky had never imagined things going as beautifully as this. He’d thought that maybe you’d admit to liking guys with dark brown hair and light eyes and he’d tease you for a little while about how that resembled him.

But he’d never thought that you’d go off and admit that you wanted someone who knew you weren’t some “too innocent for this world” girl. Part of him was convinced that this was all just another one of his dreams.

Because he’d had this dream, he’d had this dream so many times before. The two of you would be flirting with one another until the moment would shift and the tension would be too tangible to ignore.

He’d push you up against the nearest wall - or bend you over the nearest table- and whisper into your ear all the dirty thoughts he’d normally keep to himself. Only to have you smirk back at him begging for more.

“Wow, I’m not used to you shutting your pretty little mouth for a change”.

Bucky swallowed hard and tried to regain his composure. This was the moment he’d always been waiting for so he didn’t want to screw up. Bucky wouldn’t let things go to waste, “I do my best work when it’s open doll”.

You couldn't help but laugh at how persistant he was being tonight. Fuck, you were starting to find it hot. Quickly you responded with, “Bet you’re all tell and no show Barnes”. You hadn’t realized how much of an invitation that had been until the words left your lips.

Still you couldn’t take them back, and part of you didn’t want to. Eagerly Bucky teased, “Well if you shut your pretty little mouth for a change, I’ll show you”. At first you parted your lips to speak but you were so thrown back by his dominant tone of voice that you shut up instantly.

Bucky licked his lips, enjoying how it felt to watch your body language change. He’d been trained to pick up on the most minute details, smallest indications of a lie, and so he’d seen every little detail that marked your surrender.

“Mhm now that was easy princess. Might be harder to stay quiet when I have your pinned up against a wall, begging for me”.

Bucky eyed you like he were a lion and you a gazelle. He clearly got off on watching how his words affected you. This was a huge step up from your whole kitchen situation. It was no longer just meaningless flirting, it was clear he really wanted you.

“Lucky for you Barnes, I’ve never been the quiet type”.

Bucky seemed to perk up with your response. Now it was clear that the both of you wanted this. He felt his heartbeat quicken as he imagined how the rest of the night could possibly go.

Would it be just as sinfully perfect as his dreams? Or were you even more intoxicating than he could imagine? All he knew for sure was that you two were going back to his place as soon as you could to find out.

***thank you so much for taking the time and reading this fic! It means the world!! Please reblog/comment if you enjoyed because it helps me tremendously***

#bucky #Bucky Barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #Sebastian Stan #princess miniseries #thosekidswhohuntmonsters

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Lost and Found

So!! This is a story I wrote with mine and @serenitydusk‘s characters a while back now. I wanted to post it because it was really good, something I’m proud of. ^w^

WARNINGS!!!! - blood, angst, torture(mild)

my character’s : Balthazar, Chevelle, Andras, Sydney, Nicholas, Arcturus (Arc), Warrick

@serenitydusk‘s characters: Dusk, Ash, Roan

Tagging: @no-need-to-apply @thejellyflux @sunrisehoneybee @junepop45

Four months. It had been four months and still… nothing. Arc was still gone. Four months ago when he had vanished, it had been a normal day. Kian and Wren had come to visit, all for the world newly in love and it was infectious, everyone had been in the best mood and Annwn.. was normal.

It wasn't until the evening fell and everyone in their ever growing family gathered at Dusk's home for a meal that.. something felt wrong. Roan kept rubbing his chest, it ached and he naturally looked to Arc who.. wasn't there? In fact it had been hours since he had decided to go train and Roan excused himself to head out after his male. As if sensing that he was worried, Ash headed out with him. He tried to tell himself that the hot headed flame wielder that stole his heart had once again just.. lost track of time. But his footsteps spurred on faster.

The training ground was a bit secluded.. and usually close enough to the house to warrant being safe.. but what Ash and Roan found there was a warzone. There were bits of charred earth, trees and grass. The discarded weapons and clothes said that Arc had been here but.. one guard was dead near the path, having most likely been keeping an eye on the male. Ash claimed that it had been an ambush.. the guard taken out first then… whoever it was fought.. and took Arc. They must have excelled at concealing magic for no one to have sensed it.

Roan didn't really remember much about what happened after that. He had been so enraged, so filled with panic and pain and anger that Arc was in danger and maybe hurt that.. he blacked out for a moment… It was raining when he came too. Ash calmed him down gently and told him that he had to be strong.

~~~

That was four months ago… and they had pulled all they had, every resource, every single favor.. to find him. Roan was exhausted.. mentally, physically, and emotionally drained.. they even went to his father which proved in vain as well. It wore on everyone, Ash and Kian widened their search to cover every inch of Annwn though.. if Arc was there then Dusk should have sensed him but there were always blind spots. Nic and Andras were putting out favors and calling in more, checking with all they knew in the human world to see if any leads turned up. How the hell anyone got into Annwn and took out a member of the royal guard and then left without a word of it… was a mystery that had royally pissed off Ash and Dusk. They had done… all they could...

It was exhausting..

Roan was sure he looked as shit as he felt when he sat at the kitchen table, too early to be fully awake -not that he slept much, if at all- but also too late to even try heading back to bed. Hair a mess, his normally bright blue gaze dulled to an almost angry black color, and he was pale. The dark circles under his eyes didn’t add to help any of that. He cradled a cup of coffee, watching the steam and not caring that it didn’t have an ounce of sugar or creamer. He had been so zoned that it almost startled him to have Dusk pad barefoot into the room, or heard that she had spoken to him.

“I’m fine.” Was that even his own voice? Did it matter? He had to contact Sydney.. See if she had found a proper locating spell and-

“Roan.” Dusk stood in his way as he stood and abandoned his coffee. “You need to rest. You do no good to him if you push yourself too far.” Her voice was a gentle scolding and full of concern and.. Anger bubbled up.

“I said I’m fine.” He didn’t need to be coddled, but he could see the stubbornness in her face.

“...Roan.. I know..-”

‘I SAID I’M FINE!” He roared, the coffee in his cup and the water in the kettle blasting out in a hot scalding spray that both of them were taken off guard with but Dusk had manages to freeze the spray before it hit them. There was silence… Roan’s shoulders hunching in as he realized.. He’d just yelled at Dusk… “...I’m… Gods.. Dusk.. I’m sorry…” He choked and then she was holding him as he buckled and sobbed. She held him as he broke and when he was done, he was half in her lap on the floor of the kitchen as she stroked his hair. He and Dusk were close and often with them, touch was comfort.

“There is no need to apologize Roan.. We’re all here for you and none of us will stop looking for him… but you need rest..” There was no arguing that tone and he was too tired to do so. Another presence filled the kitchen and Chevelle appeared from shadow and darkness, curling around them. He nuzzled Dusk and then scooped Roan up like he was no more than a doll. A part of him wished he had the strength to protest but instead he curled into the soft black fur and felt himself being carried away. He was asleep before he made it to his bed.

It was… strange. To realize you were most definitely dreaming but.. Not really knowing how or why you know it. Roan stood in the middle of a long hall. It was it ...somehow and there were doors for as long as he could see down either direction. He didn’t really know if he should pick a way to go or not but before he could, a familiar black beast rose up, white skull materializing to stare at him. Ah. That’s how he knew he was dreaming.

“Chev..? Why are we in the dreamscape?” He asked, moving closer. Chev hunched so that he could be closer to the siren.

“You needed rest… and I… need to show you.” He spoke low and gravely. Show him? Show him what? Even in the dream he seemed to feel tired but Chev motioned for him to follow down the hall and the world around them changed. It was colder here… darker. Chev stopped and Roan looked around the area. He couldn’t see anythi-

He froze, heart thudding as he saw the male. At first.. He had thought it was Arc.. but the stubble and the bulky shoulders….

“Warrik?” He gasped and the ghost flickered, a tired smile crossing his face. Arc’s older brother was faded, nothing like how he had appeared before and it sent dread through him.

“We don’t have much time….” Chevelle said, causing more panic to fill him. A soothing warmth wrapped around him as the beast hugged him. “It took… far too long.. This place.. the in-between.. The space between dream… and death…” The words did nothing to reassure Roan but Warrick flickered again and spoke up.

“Roan… They’re killing him.. Slowly..” He said, his voice faint and it was all Roan could do to hold onto Chevelle as he shook.

“Who? Tell me where he is!” Roan’s voice was hoarse. “My clan.. Like the beast said, we don’t have much time. I will show you where it is.. I can give you the knowledge but you must hurry.. He’s… he’s weak.” Warrik reached out and with an icy cold touch, images and knowledge filled his brain. In an instant, images and thoughts that weren’t his own filled his head. He knew how to get to Arc and… oh gods.. Oh fuckin gods what had they done to him...? The next instant, Warrik pulled back, eyes clearly weak and filled with sorrow. “I wish… I could have kept you from seeing that.. But he won’t last much longer.” Chevelle pulled on Roan and the world began to fade.

“Warrik! Tell Arc! I’ll find him...” and like that, Roan was gasping awake in his bed, Chevelle perched like some great cat at the foot, watching him. A million things wracked his brain as he tore from the bed to get Dressed. Chevelle’s voice made him pause.

“I am sorry… that it took so long… to find him.” A sad smile graced Roan’s features.

“But you found him Chev. Thank you.” He said, pushing past to find Dusk and realizing he’d slept through the whole day.. Though it had seemed like only minutes….

Finding where the hidden village was cloaked was fairly easy, the tip of northern Ireland and blanketed with a field of magic so thick that they had all but skipped it twice. Once they found it however… the hard part was getting in. Roan explained to Nic, Balthazar, Andras, Ash, Dusk and Kian that they needed blood from the clan to open the gate. They didn’t have time to weed out one of the followers that could be.. literally anywhere… but they luckily didn’t have to.

“Nic.. what do you remember of your father..?” Roan stared at the vampire lord and Nic frowned.. But quickly caught on.

“To be honest.. I don’t really. But My mother said my use of magic came from him...Are you saying my bloodline is tied to that clan? Will it work if I’m.. a vampire? From what I hear they hunt our kind.” He mused, one hand smoothing over Dusk’s almost as if it were compulsion. The stress in the room was high.

“We can only hope. What choice do we have..?” Balthazar answered but Roan clenched his fist.

“I won’t lose him.” Roan said, his voice held no argument, the ache in his chest an almost permanent fixture. Silence was his answer, a steel resolve set among them.

Chaos.. Utter chaos. The humans were.. Well equipped. They wielded magic and weapons, the air stunk of death and iron and blood and… worse. However well equipped they were, none of them could have prepared for the onslaught of the fae, vampire, and demon alike that paved the way for Roan and Dusk. They made it, the underground bunker area that smelled like a furnace and felt like hell lay behind the doors. And when they finally came into the dank blackness….

Neither of them recognized the man chained to the concrete and steel. “Arc….” that broken whisper left Roan’s lips. If Warrik hadn’t shown him this image… he’d have sworn that man wasn’t his mate… but it was and his heart knew it.

On his knees in the middle of an Iron contraption, they had pierced his hands and bolted him to a concrete block. There were chains connected to a collar around his neck that also served as a muzzle over his mouth and nose… and his hair shaved off to reveal dead eyes that didn’t even blink when they entered. The worst… was the machines they had hooked to him as he took labored breaths, skin ablaze and the heat was… suffocating. Dusk could feel how weak he was and.. Gods if they didn’t get him out now he wouldn’t make it another night. She wasn’t in Annwn… and she was surrounded by metal that clogged her throat but she pushed it away and stepped forward. She called earth to her the land that was Ireland… and it answered, rolling and cracking the stones, she reached out to Ash so he could aide in quelling the fire that Arc wielded.

Arc… couldn’t remember how to think.. All he felt was pain.. All he knew.. No… he knew he had to stay alive.. He had.. He had to stay strong.. For Roan… Roan. he heard voices, felt more pain surge through him as he was moved, his body protested and he screamed, fire pushing out only to be quenched.. Stilled. It felt.. Oh it felt familiar.

“Arc! Baby.. stay with me.. Listen to me.. Breathe..” Oh.. oh that voice. He tried to move, to fight, He had to get to..

Everything went black.

Days flew by… six to be exact, since they got him out of there. He was.. Roan hung his head,, swallowing harshly. He was still asleep, washed up and mostly… mostly healed. Four months he’d been in their hands and the damage… looking back up, his first reaction to make sure Arc was still breathing...but what caught his eye was a pair of pale ones staring back.

Arc was sure that he’d died this time.. Roan.. Roan was there so close. His vision blurred and he tried to move, to wipe his eyes but he was so slow, so sluggish. And it didn’t matter because in a heartbeat, his love was on him, cupping his face and rubbing the tears away.

“Mo chridhe. Arc..” he sighed, clinging to him carefully, as if he might shatter like a dream. Arc could only tremble, grasping weakly at him.

“Roan…” He whispered, voice hoarse and rough and deeper than the last he’d remembered. “Am.. am I in heaven…?” he asked. There was a second where he watched pain and joy streak across Roan’s face, tears falling and his love probably didn’t even notice. Those words had been the first thing Arc had said when Roan found him washed ashore.

“No.. No mo chridhe, you’re alive..” Roan moved Arc’s scarred hand to his chest, feeling the weight and the thump of his heart. “See?” his voice broke and then he was sobbing into his boyfriend’s arms, Arc holding him as tight as he could.

“I’m sorry… I’m so.. I never..” Arc shushed him, his own body trembling as he cried silently. He didn’t have the voice right now to tell him that the only thing that had kept him alive that whole time was the thought of him, the ache in his chest that let him know Roan was looking for him. The two ended up in the same bed, touching each other and pressing kisses to every inch of skin. Roan helped him drink water and Dusk had cried when she came to check on him. Now Roan ran a hand over the fuzz that covered his head instead of the wild mane of golden hair.

“.....I’ll grow it back…” Arc’s voice was soft. It was timid and Roan knew that tone… it would take a while to heal from what was done to him but the first thing he wanted to remedy.

“You’re beautiful Arc..” He lifted his chin so he could see those pale eyes. He could see the disbelief there. “You are beautiful to me.. Always… and mine.. I won’t let you go again.

#my writing #angst #my ocs #my friend'socs #original work

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teenremus · 5 years

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meeting sirius black / asking you out would include...

a/n: idk why i’m having so much trouble writing lmao oopsies it’s been a hot minute. i’ve had 0 motivation for 0 reason anyway here u go request something pls :)

gryffindor!reader

- he had his eye on you since the sorting hat ceremony

- he thought you were. so cute. and you being placed in the same house was him was just all the better

- while he had had interest, he didn't see you much after that first day and forgot about you

- until fifth year

- you were in the same potions class

- of course, it had been a while

- it wasn't until the middle of first term when he recognized you

- after dicking around with remus in the back of the class, the two of them were separated

- and your usual partner, severus, had gotten replaced

- you didn’t really know severus, besides the snide comments you’d received from him on more than one occasion

- but you weren’t too ecstatic about sirius either

- you prepared yourself for the most excruciating annoyance for a lifetime

- but it wasn’t that bad ??? surprise surprise

- it took a moment for him to piece together where he knew you from

- but when he placed it, he smirked to himself, although you didn’t seem too keen on talking to him with your head in a textbook

- he found it uncomfortably silent

- “i’m sirius, love.”

- “y/n.” you didn’t look up

- “love sounds better.”

- you hated that you blushed, but you did

- you told yourself it was just some pickup line

- but he had genuine interest in you

- it showed every day

- he’d keep talking to you

- and you started to warm up to him more and more

- not only metaphorically, but physically

- his constant compliments made your stomach do jumping jacks

- remus sat behind you during all that time

- and was getting increasingly annoyed at the slow burn

- “you going to ask her out, mate, or are you sitting around waiting for someone else to?”

- “oh, piss off, moony”

- that made him nervous though

- and he started to notice the lingering gazes from some ravenclaw fellow in your class

- when he watched him graze your hand to reach a jar of dried bat wings, he was fed up he got jealous a little too easily

- when you came back with the jars of ingredients, he spoke immediately

- “what do you think about going out with me?”

- “pardon me?”

- “what would you think of you and me getting together?”

- “i think it would be nice”

- “good”

- “so are you asking me or not, wanker?”

- “well, yeah. i thought that was clear enough.”

slytherin!reader

- you knew who sirius was

- of course you knew who sirius was

- the blood trailer your house mates had shit talked into oblivion

- and while you weren't a believer that he was a blood traitor, you did believe he was complete and utter arse

- you'd been witness of him every day leaning against one of the doors to the great hall, with a different girl

- when quidditch season started up, you had joined the team

- and after an interaction on a training field, you had learned he was on his team as well

- it was a screaming match between your team captain and his

- you had to diffuse the situation

- “michael, come on, we still have time later. we don’t have a match for a few weeks. let it go.”

- you quite literally had to pull him away

- you made eye contact with sirius and james as you turned him away, and did your best to ignore the arrogant smirks that blanketed their thankfulness

- you saw him up close again at the match against gryffindor, standing across from each other and not breaking eye contact as the ref read out the rules

- once in the air, the game had been going swimmingly

- gryffindor - 7, slytherin - 10

- the game had traveled up farther in the sky with each point gained, the crowd could barely see you anymore with the amount of clouds

- it was a struggle in getting the quaffle

- “woah! guys, look out!” someone screamed

- you stopped your broom in its place and looked to see that everyone else had done the same, and you wondered what was going on

- you looked up, and saw somebody falling

- “holy shit, that’s sirius!” it was another gryffindor you couldn’t place

- no one was making any moves to save him, some continuing on with the game and snatching quaffles again— he kept falling

- “ah, bloody hell”

- you dropped the quaffle that had been tucked under your arm and quickened your broom’s pace as you dove down to catch him

- he was just beneath your grasp, your fingers barely touching his uniform

- when you finally got ahold of the fabric, he almost pulled you down with him

- you moved your grip to his forearm instead, and stopped your broom from diving down any further, or in just a few seconds you’d end up hitting the ground

- you were sure he’d be passed out

- but apparently not

- he brushed his hair out of his face with his free hand, then held onto the broom as he looked up

- “seems ive fallen for you, y/n.”

- “that is,,, absurdly lame, sirius.”

ravenclaw!reader

- it was through detention, of course

- you’d never noticed him because you’d been sleeping

- but he knew you

- or at least, he knew of you

- he thought you were so beautiful and he truly wondered how you kept getting into detention like this

- but he wasn’t complaining

- he rarely saw you outside of whatever classroom confined the two of you, so he knew what you were doing wasn’t as much of a spectacle as his pranks were

- could’ve been cheating, he considered

- but you were a ravenclaw, he figured it was doubtful

- sirius has never spoken a word to you, by the time he had reached detention each day you were already asleep. when it was time to leave, you were one of the first to escape

- until detention was held by professor binns

- he took wands, homework, any sources of happiness or busy work for the students to do

- including sleeping

- he wanted you to suffer in boring, magic-less silence with nothing to do but stare at the walls

- sirius was not having it

- when he got bored, he got really annoying

- he just kept asking questions

- “what’s the capital of the moon?”

- “do you reckon dumbledore keeps quills in his beard? as well as all the crumbs, of course.”

- it went on

- the continuous detentions was worth seeing you smile, even if it was beneath your hand

- you wondered if this was what you were missing out on all the times you slept

- when sirius wasn’t looking at you, you were looking at him, taking in his features

- he had almost caught you

- james definitely caught you

- but didn’t say anything, just winked in your direction to let you know he knew

- when james didn’t show up one day, sirius was alone

- or would have been, if he hadn’t sat down next to you

- “so, what’re you in for?”

- “would you believe me if i told you filch doesn’t like it when his office is broken into for fireworks?”

- he leaned back in his chair, almost impressed “hm. impressive............... but-“

- there was a long pause, and he pulled himself up again and rested his elbow on the table as he looked at you

- “i know a place you can get them for free. hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

- mcgonagall’s shushing broke the conversation

- silence again, just for a moment before she looked down at her desk

- “i’d love to.”

hufflepuff!reader

- he had run into you on the courtyard

- or rather, spotted you

- yelling unintelligibly at someone

- which is not what he expected from a hufflepuff

- a crowd was formed around you, occasional flinches as your wand waved around

- he weaseled his way through the crowd with his mates with a smile on his face, ready to spot some action

- he spotted the back of your head, arms flailing wildly as you yelled at an annoyed, but taken aback, severus snape over his continuous racist and arrogant comments about everyone and everything in the world

- which just made it even better

- sirius was losing his mind

- he had to hold onto james and remus as he laughed

- with an off insult saying "your nose is more inflated than your ego" and the accidental wave of your wand, a white spark had come out of it

- the rooting and howls of laugher had stopped all around the formed circle

- james, peter, remus and sirius has stopped as well and froze where they stood

- severus looked beyond your shoulder in shock and a smile crawled up his face

- you turned around quickly, mouth drawn open when you realized you had cast something

- a boy with dark hair was behind you, hands over his face

- when he pulled them away, his eyes were crossed in awe as he looked down at his nose

- it was twisting and turning, as it grew bigger and bigger and took up more of his face

- severus was laughing now

- “shut it” you said quickly, a short wave of your arm his lips were gone and replaced with nothing but skin

- his shouts were muffled and ignored

- “oh, my merlin. i am so, so sorry-“

- he started to laugh

- so hard he had to close his eyes

- his friends laughed with him

- “you’re laughing? you alright? that spell didn’t get to your head, did it?”

- he looked at your face for the first time

- oh, merlin, he didn’t expect you to be so pretty

- he was not ready

- this beautiful girl so worried and pampering him

- “is that your nose or are you just happy to see her, mate?” peter whispered, trying to hold back his laughter

- james was quick to speak when sirius couldn’t find his voice

- “oi! i think he deserves an escort to madame pomfrey, yeah?”

- “yeah, he’s not looking too well!” remus chimed in

- you began to walk him to the nurse, trying your hardest not to stare down the elephant on his face in the room

- “i’m y/n.”

- “i’m sirius.”

- his voice was more nasal than usual

- madame pomfrey was annoyed more than anything, but the trip lasted no more than a few minutes before his nose was back to normal

- you looked at him

- he was cuter without an absurdly large nose

- it was easier to see how the light caught in his eyes now

- “i’m so sorry-“

- “don’t worry about it, love. make it up to me with a trip to hogsmeade?”

- you were caught incredibly off guard

- “yes, i mean, yes. of course.”

#sirius black #sirius black headcanon #sirius black x reader #sirius black one shot #reader x marauders #marauders x reader #marauders era #harry potter imagine #reader x sirius black

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