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babyblue711 · 9 months

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Temptation

Ettore (High Life) x Reader - Part 1 Summary: Tired of the monotony of everyday life aboard the spaceship, you decide to start a little game to taunt Ettore. But your plan backfires and now you must deal with the consequences of temptation. This fic was heavily inspired by these two songs. I recommend giving them a listen before continuing: "Fill the Void" by Lily-Rose Depp & The Weeknd and "Little Girl Gone" by CHINCHILLA Words: 6.3K

Warnings: PLEASE READ! NSFW, Smut, Mature Themes 18+, Sexual Content 18+, Noncon, Dubcon, Rough Sex, Physical Violence, Mention of Suicide, Mention of Physical Abuse, Language, Degradation A/N: Consider Part 1 to be "just getting warmed up". I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to @arcielee for beta reading and @myfandomprompts for providing most of the pics and gifs! Dividers by @firefly-graphic

Every day was the same.

Trapped on this doomed spaceship that was destined for hell, every day felt like a relentless loop of monotony and misery. Same work, same people, same experiments, same old bullshit every fucking day.

The utilitarian living quarters of the spacecraft make you feel like you are in a mental hospital, cold and uninviting. Every facet of the interior is minimalistic; a mix of sterile clinical spaces and dimly lit, shadowy corridors. Blue light shines at night that’s supposed to help the inhabitants sleep. The bland functionality and oppressive “sameness” just makes you want to scream.

Some days it all becomes too much to bear and you feel a small part of you snap. You despise feeling helpless and not in control of your life anymore; with each beat of your heart, white hot fire courses through your veins. At times, you yearn to unleash your fury on someone, anyone, to let out the pent-up frustration that has been building within you for far too long. But then the storm inside of you passes and you settle back into your repetitive routine once more.

Your fellow shipmates are a bunch of criminals and weirdos. You try to make due with what you have, except for Dr. Dibs, whom you hate with your whole heart. Her cold demeanor and cruel experiments are a constant source of dread. She seems to derive pleasure from the suffering she inflicts upon you and the other girls aboard the ship.

Although you aren’t really sure you could call them friends, there are a few people you were “ok” with, mainly the other girls that also had to suffer through Dr. Dib’s sick experiments. A few of the guys are alright too; Monte is a loner that mainly keeps to himself and you’ve never heard him say an unkind word. Tcherny’s favorite place on the ship is the makeshift garden and you couldn’t blame him since it reminds everyone of Earth, of home.

Ettore is…unusual. He has a certain aura that just feels…off. Your hair stands up on the back of your neck whenever you catch him staring or whenever he passes too close in the corridor, as if an electric current surrounds him, radiating off of his body. He’s a man of few words; you’ve rarely ever heard him speak.

Amongst the girls, it’s well known that he doesn’t give a fuck if he is caught staring or leering, which he often is. Boyse especially dislikes him because he gives her the creeps. She normally has trouble sleeping at night because she says she can feel her skin crawl when he looks at her. You try your best to just ignore him most of the time.

Until one day, during lunch in the cafeteria, you are sitting with the girls, mingling and talking quietly, when you feel a tingle go down your spine. You glance up and immediately make eye contact with him.

His eyes lock onto yours, and you find yourself momentarily captivated by the intensity behind his gaze.

You were already having a bad day and you can feel the beginnings of another storm brewing inside. You’re sick of Ettore’s shit so you stare right back, issuing him a challenge in a silent duel to look away first. The air seems to sizzle with tension as you watch his glare harden when you don’t look away, like most of the girls normally do; he looks positively predatory with his sharp angular face and dark blue eyes.

You refuse to let him intimidate you. Your eyes are watering but you’re too involved in this stupid little battle of wills to concede to him now by blinking. Thankfully, a welcome interruption arrives in the form of Monte. Having not noticed the little contest between you and Ettore, he walks right in front, breaking the spell between you two. You blink rapidly and take a deep breath, watching as Ettore leans around Monte to look back at you, an unspoken promise in his stare that seems to say, I’m not done with you yet. You roll your eyes and look away.

“What are you looking at, Y/N?” Boyse asks from beside you, snapping you to attention.

“Uh...nothing,” you mumble back, not really wanting to engage with her.

“That fucking creep. He sits across from us to stare at us on purpose, have you noticed?” Boyse says, noticing the trail of your gaze.

“Yeah, I know but don’t let it bother you, Boyse, just ignore him,” you try to diffuse the situation. You don’t want to be involved in yet another incident where Ettore made a girl feel uncomfortable. Boyse goes back to picking at her food silently and you do the same.

You ignore him now; he isn’t worth your time or attention. Even though you get a bad vibe from him, you can’t help but notice a certain attractiveness about Ettore. He is tall and lean, with corded muscles on his arms, toned chest, and abs. He has a very angular face, strong jaw and chin with a sharp nose and luscious lips. You have to admit that you had never seen a man with as beautiful lips as his.

Lost for a moment thinking about his body, you bring yourself back to the present. You scold yourself; perhaps the monotony of this ship really was driving you insane, lusting after someone who gave off such ominous vibes. You swore to hate men for all eternity after what you had endured. That’s how you ended up in this hell hole to begin with….

After years of torment and physical violence of both you and your mother, you finally snapped and murdered your abusive stepfather in his sleep after he was passed out from another drunken rage.

But, despite arguing in court that your actions should be considered self defense after years of abuse, the jury found you guilty and sentenced you to life in prison...or join this sick experiment in space. You aren’t remorseful that you had killed your step-father. He got what he deserved and no other woman would have to deal with his violence ever again. However, when your mother learned that you had chosen to accept this mission in space, she couldn’t bear the pain of losing her only daughter. She took a bunch of pills and never woke up.

Now, you are an unloved, unwanted murderer and no one cared if you lived or died. This mission is perfect for people like you.

You’re standing in line for the shower that evening, towel in hand, when Ettore walks by; his hair is still wet from his shower and he’s wearing a fresh set of scrubs, towel slung over his shoulder. You see him coming and avert your eyes so as not to attract his attention. He saunters over anyway and you know he’s trying to annoy you on purpose.

He stops right beside your left shoulder and you reluctantly bring your eyes up to meet his gaze. His presence is imposing and you can't help but notice how much taller he is compared to you, making you feel small and vulnerable in his shadow. He leers, invading your personal space and it takes everything in you to not step back from him as he looks down his nose at you. Your eyes lock in a tense standoff, each daring the other to back down.

Despite your inner resolve, you feel a knot of tension in your stomach, and your hand instinctively tightens around the towel you're holding. It takes all your strength to hold your ground, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flinch.

“I know what you’re doing,” he sneers in a low voice.

You realize that he is trying to intimidate you with some stupid alpha-male shit, but you are not afraid of him. Fire burns hot in your blood and you are ready for a fight.

“I’m not doin’ shit, Ettore, now fuck off,” you say back aggressively, letting him know you won’t be an easy meal with your tone.

“The fuck you aren’t,” he growls lowly, deep in his chest. He steps closer to you, suddenly trailing a finger from your eyebrow down the side of your face. The gesture is so unexpected that you flinch and freeze, staring up at him with wide eyes mixed with confusion and defiance.

“C’mon, love, I know you’re just playing hard to get,” he whispers as his eyes look you up and down suggestively. Finally, he turns and walks away.

As he exits the bathroom, you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding and think, What the fuck was that? You curse internally; you knew you shouldn’t have started anything back in the cafeteria. Now he thinks you’re interested or some shit. But…maybe you were, in a way? You feel conflicted, knowing that he thinks of you as an easy target.

Finally, it’s your turn for the shower. You undress quickly and start to relax as the hot water streams over your shoulders. As you’re washing your hair, an idea comes to you and butterflies flutter in your chest at your wicked thoughts, the most excitement you’ve felt in a long time. Because of your abusive past, you refuse to let anyone ever make you feel small and insignificant ever again and decide on the spot that Ettore is going to become your next target of torture. You knew his weakness; you’d exploit his obvious sexual deviousness, which was probably fueled by the rules on the ship that the inmates couldn’t engage in any sexual behavior with each other.

A dark chuckle escapes your lips. You’d show him who’s boss. Given the lack of privacy on the spacecraft, you’d never fear his retribution; you could tease him mercilessly and always be able to evade any potential advances if he thought he would take things further…or so you hoped.

A tiny alarm bell rings in the back of your mind. You knew that what you were planning was the equivalent to waking a sleeping dragon but you didn’t care. You are so beyond sick of the monotony of everyday life that you convince yourself that you needed this little extra bit of spice as an escape from the mundane reality of your circumstances.

So, you allow this little game to proceed between you and Ettore, a cocktail of emotions swirling within you: boredom, lust, anger, hatred, desire—all of them fuel this strange dance.

As the days pass by, you continue to provoke him with stolen glances and lingering eye contact that says more than words ever could. He responds eagerly to your meager attention, just as you knew he would. His advances quickly became more pronounced as simple stares turn into physical contact: brushing your shoulder on purpose as he walks by, daring you to react. Anytime you are in the same vicinity as him, you feel a magnetic energy pulling the two of you together. You have created this friction on purpose to drive him mad, but you can’t help but feel like you are getting caught up in it too…

Something had awoken in you that night when he touched your face in the bathroom. A wild, feral animal rattles at the bars of this proverbial cage that you had locked away deep inside a long time ago. Women aren’t supposed to be sexual creatures in the same way men are. It was a part of yourself that you have spent years hiding because you are afraid you’d just be labeled a whore or a slut. But what did it matter anymore on this dreaded spaceship? You can’t deny that you, too, feel a deep void, an ache in your chest, a need for something more.

Upon arriving back at your bunk one evening, you hear a deep breath from behind you. You whirl and see Ettore across the hallway, standing in another doorway, watching you. It’s the most provocative he’s looked thus far since he’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of black sweatpants. You hesitate, then decide to make a show of looking him up and down, biting your bottom lip, secretly admiring his toned chest and abs. When your eyes flick back up to his face, his gaze locks onto yours as he reaches into his pants and starts pleasuring himself right in front of you, not caring if anyone saw.

Your eyeballs pop in shock at this brazen display of desire. Your heartbeat picks up and a million thoughts start to race through your mind. Should you tease him in return? What if he decides to come into your bunk? Red flags wave a warning in the back of your mind and you knew you were walking on a razor’s edge. You think he’s about to take a step towards you when, thankfully, a door slams nearby and Ettore vanishes into the shadows. You let out a deep breath, doubting your stupid plan to taunt him that was working way too easily. A ripple of unease flows through you. You could feel that he was like a volcano waiting to explode. What would you do when he did?

You decide to ignore him from now on to try to diffuse the tension you had built between you both. He needs to get a grip and, honestly, so did you. So, as much as you despise it, you release your frustration within “The Box” when it all becomes too much to bear.

A few nights later, you are walking back to your bunk after visiting The Box. Still unsatisfied, you turn the corner and see Ettore scrubbing the floor in front of you, his back to you. He is shirtless again, dressed only in orange cargo pants. He doesn’t look around and you don’t think he’s heard your approach. You pause behind him, admiring the way his shoulder and back muscles ripple as he scrubs the floor. He has three tattoos, all black triangles; one on his right forearm, another on his left bicep, and finally, one on the right side of his neck. You assume they are symbolism for some type of gang. You’re staring, openly, almost hypnotized by the movement of his muscles.

“I know you’re there,” he says suddenly and you jump out of your revere, heart leaping into your throat. He continues to mop the floor, not even bothering to turn around.

You feign nonchalance and start to walk by him, glancing down just as he is looking up at you.

“I can do you better than that box, you know,” he purrs at you with a cocky smirk.

He doesn’t miss the way your eyes widen at his words. Your heart pounds and you know you can’t give him any encouragement, so you give a noncommittal grunt before hurrying back to your bunk. When you lay in bed that night, you know, deep down, that if you stood there and watched him any longer, half naked on the floor, you might just be tempted to find out for yourself.

The next day starts like any other. You’ve been assigned to organize the storage room; a redundant and mundane task, located in the bottom level of the ship. You’ve been at it for a couple of hours, in the middle of inventorying the stockpile of supplies, when you feel a presence from behind. You don’t know what tipped you off exactly because he hasn’t made a sound, but you turn to see him silently shutting the door behind him and locking it, staring at you with a predatory gaze.

“The fuck do you want?” you ask aggressively, firing up at once. Anger is your first line of defense as your heartbeat picks up, but the smallest thrill of fear laces up your spine. An alarm bell goes off in the back of your mind, a small voice is screaming a warning to get out of that room. You are quite alone down here in this part of the ship and you doubt anyone would hear you if you try to scream. This was it…you had pushed him too far and now the consequence was right in front of you, looking at you mercilessly.

“I think you know what I want,” he almost growls, voice deep. “You have a choice, we can do this the easy way….or we can do this the hard way,” his gaze hardens as he stares at you.

“Fuck off,” you say defiantly back. Inside, you are cursing fluently. You knew this day would come, knew he wouldn’t be able to resist temptation. He chuckles as he steps closer until he’s right in front of you, looking down.

“You wanna know what I think?” he says, and you really don’t care what he thinks but you know he’s about to tell you anyway so you don’t even bother responding. “I don’t know what you did to land here on this cursed spaceship, but I think, deep down, you’re just a good little girl, pretending to be bad, aren’t you?” He says this as if hoping to corrupt your innocence; you smirk to yourself, thinking he has no idea who he’s messing with.

You raise your chin, looking him straight in the eyes and you just can’t help the words that escape from your mouth. “Well…this good little girl is only a bad girl for the right man,” you say with fire in your gaze, taunting him on purpose even though you know it’s a stupid thing to do. “And that sure as hell isn’t you.”

You could feel the heat radiate off of him from the proximity of his body so close to yours. He smirks and his eyes darken dangerously as he takes the bait.

“Is that so?” he says easily. “You’ve been provoking me for weeks. You think I didn’t know exactly what you were doing all along? I saw you staring at me too. I think you want me as much as I want you.” His eyes seem to burn into you with desire, lust blowing out his pupil.

“It was just a stupid little game, Ettore. It didn’t mean anything, it’s not that serious,” you know you’re babbling as you try to remain calm by playing it off like you don’t know what he’s talking about. His nostrils flare as he sniffs out your lie and you suddenly feel like a mouse that has just wandered into the lion's den. “Besides, you know we can’t,” you say sternly, referring to the rules, trying to get him to see reason.

“That’s bullshit and you know it. And I don’t give a fuck about Dibs’ rules,” he says menacingly.

Rage starts to come to your rescue as you realize he’s not going to listen to a word you say.

You level him with a hard glare. “I don’t fucking want you, Ettore,” you growl back at him.

Panic seizes you for a moment when he reaches for you suddenly and cups your face with his hand. His thumb runs over your cheek in an unexpected gentle caress before moving over your lips, pulling your bottom lip down. His eyes flick up to yours as lust surges through your core at his touch.

“Such a smart little mouth you have,” he says quietly as he takes a deep breath. “I won’t have a problem fucking the brat outta you.”

He moves so fast you don’t even have time to blink as he lunges for you, spinning you around and smashing you against some cardboard boxes stacked against the wall nearby. His fingers have a tight grip on your hair as he pushes your face into the box, using his knees to kick your legs apart, unbalancing you, one hand grabs your left arm and twists it behind your back. He moves at such a lightning pace that it momentarily takes your breath away.

He pulls your head back from the box by your hair and bends your neck to the side so he can run his nose from your ear to your shoulder, groaning like an animal in heat as he savors your smell. Your heart hammers in your chest. Shockwaves roll over you at the speed of his assault and you can’t even form words yet, only whimper slightly from the pain of having your hair pulled. At the same time, wetness pools at your center.

“I gave you an opportunity, didn’t I?” he whispers darkly in your ear. “It didn’t have to be like this, you stupid little cunt,” he grunts as you try to struggle with all your might to get away from him, but he’s just too big, too heavy, too strong to break free of his grasp.

Rage boils in your blood as you realize just how well and truly trapped you are. Deep down, you knew this would happen. You realize he saw an opportunity to get you alone and he took it. You know what’s about to happen and you know you can’t stop it, but you aren’t going down without a fight.

Your breathing is fast as he starts kissing your neck, biting down on your pulsepoint, feeling your heart race.

“Fuck you, Ettore,” you say through gritted teeth.

Provocatively, he grinds his hard cock against your ass through your clothes. “Oh, you will,” he growls as he lets go of your hair to effectively pin your arms behind your back with one hand. With the other free hand, he starts exploring your body, running his hand over your breasts and squeezing until he trails down lower, dipping his fingers under the band of your pants.

You truly lose it at this moment as you feel him reach for your core. You struggle and fight for all your worth and he's forced to stop his path to your center and hold onto you tighter to keep you from getting away. His fingers latch around your throat and he squeezes hard, immobilizing you easily as you struggle to take a breath. His body pushes you further into the boxes, leaning his weight on you.

“Stop fighting me,” he loudly growls into your ear aggressively. “You stupid little bitch, I know I do things to you too, just the same as you do me,” he breathes harshly. “Look how your body responds to me,” your nipples are pebbled against your shirt and he could clearly feel them when he assaulted your front a moment ago.

“And I bet, if I touched you right now, you’d be wet, wouldn’t you, love?” he licks the outer rim of your ear and releases his grip on your throat. As you gasp and suck in air, as his fingers reach below your panties and his fingers find your slippery core. You whimper and draw shallow breaths as he groans into your ear when he feels how wet your cunt is.

He dips down to your opening and gathers some slick, bringing it up to circle your bud and you feel the fight slowly leave your body. It has been so long since a man touched you, you feel like a switch has been flipped, lust now running rampant through your veins, like a shot of ecstasy to your system. He feels you relax under his hand and loosens his hold on your wrists that are still pinned behind your back. You moan softly and lean into him.

“That’s what I thought, you little slut,” he whispers in your ear. You allow yourself to enjoy this moment, but you’ve already formulated a secondary plan and intend to make him pay for this too. You’re simply lulling him into a false sense of security right now. By loosening his hold, he’s actually done exactly what you wanted. You let him circle your bud for a few more times, before you tense, spinning around and shoving him away from you as hard as you can. You aren’t the only one who’s going to feel pain today as renewed rage pounds in your chest.

You leap at him and the fight for dominance ensues as you grapple with each other, falling onto the floor. Physically, you know you are no match for him, but taking your anger and frustration out on him just feels so good. You kick and punch and scratch and scream. He’s doing everything he can to block and contain your flurry of blows but he’s not hit back yet either. Even if he does, that’s nothing new to you; you still have plenty of scars from your step-father.

You’re on top at first, but you’re under no illusion that you’re “winning”, just simply letting the frustration out as you claw at his chest. He quickly decides he’s tired of being your punching bag and he flips you over and lays his full weight on top of you, pinning you to the floor.

You wrap him in a bear hug on the floor, thinking that if he can’t lean away from you to punch you, you’re safe from any strong direct hits from him. You’re both breathing heavily, Ettore trapped between your legs and you try to kick him from your position but he grabs your hip and pinches harshly, causing you to yelp in pain.

He wiggles free of your arms, pinning your hands above your head with one of his as he looks down at you, fury in his gaze.

“Are you fuckin’ done yet?” he taunts you, knowing you’re pinned now.

You literally growl back at him like a rabid, wild animal and show him your teeth; maybe he’ll think you’re insane and he won’t want to continue this anymore. It doesn’t work...

He smirks instead. “There she is…you weren’t lying earlier about the bad girl thing were you? I got myself a right little she-devil, haven’t I?” He chuckles darkly, a menacing sound causing fear to tingle at the base of your spine. “Don’t worry, I’ll have you tamed by the end.”

You don’t respond, distracted by his other hand that has traveled up your shirt, roving over your breasts. You try to buck him off but he’s just too heavy and you barely get him to budge. In alarm, you realize you’ve missed your chance to escape. He watches your face as he touches you and you glare back up into his eyes, hating feeling helpless like this. His touch is surprisingly gentle as he squeezes your breasts and then runs his warm hand down your ribs.

Hatred and fury pound in your chest, but you’re caught off guard that he isn’t beating you to a pulp. It’s what you had come to expect from men, especially after the physical altercation you just had with him. Involuntarily, you feel yourself relax a little at his touch and your breathing becomes a little more steady. After a few more moments, he notices the tension leave you and suddenly his lips find yours in a violent kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. He starts grinding his pelvis into your aching cunt and you moan into his kiss, hating yourself for liking this but you succumb to his attentions, unable to resist more. Animalistic lust and desire blooms from deep within, your head swirls from his kiss, your body aches for his touch.

You surrender the fight. “Take your shirt off,” you say when you both come up for air from your kiss; he knows he has to let go of your hands in order to remove his clothes.

“Are you going to stop fighting me?” he asks and you nod. He smirks, “so you gonna be a good girl now?”

“Shut up, Ettore, it's your dick I want, not you,” you growl back at him and his grin widens.

He lets go of your hands and quickly pulls his shirt over his head. You notice the red marks on his chest from where you clawed him earlier. You watch his abs contract with each panting breath, noticing his defined chest and lean muscles of his arms. You feel more wetness pool in your core as your eyes appreciate his body.

You reach for the bottom of your shirt and surprise him by removing it yourself, your breasts pebbling in the cool air; you barely bothered wearing a bra anymore. He looks down hungrily at them, running his hands softly over your nipples. You arch your back and he immediately takes one in his mouth, the other rolling your nipples between his fingers. Your hands are in his hair as you grind your hips into his hard length. He bites down on the skin of your left breast, sucking a bruise onto the skin while massaging the other one firmly with his other hand. He moves upwards, kissing along your collarbone until he reaches your neck, biting, licking and sucking at all of your exposed skin. You rake your fingernails down his back, becoming impatient for more.

He pulls away from your neck and sits up, reaching for your pants. You lift your hips so he can remove them completely. He admires your naked body, laying bare on the floor beneath him, the swell of your breasts, the curve of your hips, your wet cunt open for him. From his position kneeling between your legs, he takes your knees and spreads them apart, opening your pussy more for his view, groaning deep in his chest as his eyes feast upon your body. Deciding to tease him a little, you reach down and start playing with your bud and he stares shamelessly.

“Fuck,” he murmurs and watches you for a few moments. “Such a needy little slut aren’t you?”

You moan and grind into your own hand, fingers dipping down to your entrance to gather some slick onto your fingers. You bring them up to your mouth to taste yourself, knowing that you’re about to drive him absolutely wild. Since he’s seen your “feral animal” wild-side, now you want to see his too.

His mouth hangs open, his chest rising and falling rapidly with his breathing as he watches your lips close around your fingers as you taste yourself and moan. His restraint snaps in an instant.

He pulls down his pants, freeing his large, veiny cock and gives it a couple pumps, watching your face. Your eyes widened at the sight; his cock is bigger than you expected, long and thick, a pearl of his spend visible on the tip. Your eyes meet and you’re sure he can see the slight trepidation in yours as he smirks.

“You can fuckin’ take it,” Ettore says confidently, as if this is supposed to reassure you. He doesn’t waste any more time as he lines himself up with your entrance.

You were wet and willing and ready for him but you cry aloud as he sheathes himself fully in one thrust, not caring to take things slow with you. You pant and arch your back as his large cock fills you so completely full, eyes popping a little at the intensity of the intrusion. The stretch burns more than you anticipated and you focus on breathing through the pain.

He gives you a few shallow thrusts before mumbling, “Fuckin’ hell, your pussy is so fuckin’ tight - sorry if that hurt a little after all,” he says in a voice that doesn’t sound sorry at all.

He pauses for a moment as he watches your face wince at the pain. He doesn’t give you long though, knowing that he’s hurting you but can’t seem to control himself as his hips start to snap into yours at a steady pace.

After a few thrusts, you’ve adjusted to his size and pleasure starts to course through your core. You begin to meet his thrusts with your hips. He seems to take that as a sign to speed up as he suddenly pounds into you, much harder, causing you to cry aloud not from pain, but from pleasure.

His hips snap into yours as he fucks you hard, brutally, wickedly, deliciously, and you groan as lightning races from your cunt into your chest. Pleasure starts to build deep inside as his thick cock continually rubs your g-spot. He grabs one leg and puts it over his shoulder and leans over you, changing the angle, driving you wild and your walls start to clench around him.

“Gonna cum for me already?” he pants, an amused smirk on his luscious lips.

“Fuck, Ettore,” you mewl as the pleasure starts to overwhelm your senses. It had been so long since you felt this good. “Harder,” you challenge him, as if he isn’t already fucking you hard enough.

He glances up at your face before withdrawing completely and you feel momentary emptiness at the void left behind as he pulls out from your aching pussy. Flipping you over on your stomach, bringing your ass back in the air as he kneels behind you. You prop yourself up on your elbows as your knees dig into the cold, hard floor; you know you’ll have bruises on your knees from this position. He thrusts back into your aching core with a guttural groan and you feel a stinging slap to your rear end. You cry aloud and mewl pathetically, then feel him yank on your hair from behind. He pulls you up so that your palms are now resting on the floor, your neck pulled back, held by his grip in your hair; he fucks you ruthlessly as he rides you from behind. His other hand grips your hip so hard you know you’ll have more bruises tomorrow.

You both are panting heavily as he lands another blow to your ass, harder this time, you’re positive a red handprint remains and you may even form yet another bruise with the strength of his slap. He doesn’t even bother to run his hand along the tender skin to soothe it, he just keeps thrusting with single-minded intensity. The slaps sting but in a pleasurable way as you feel your core become impossibly wetter each time he hits you.

You reach a hand down to play with your pearl, your walls clenching around his thick cock as pleasure coils low in your belly.

The bites, the bruises, the ache around your throat from being choked, the pull of your hair on your scalp, the sore spot on your ass cheek from his repeated slaps, the drag of his thick cock inside your wet, tight pussy causes your mind to go blissfully blank, all of the sensations overwhelming you. Your eyes roll in your head and you idly wonder how much pain and how much pleasure your body could handle until it snaps.

Ettore can feel your orgasm approach as your walls start to spasm around him.

“Little slut, gonna cum all over my cock, aren’t you?” he growls, increasing his tempo.

You have the wherewithal to get out one request before it’s too late. You try to speak in between his brutal thrusts. “Please…Ettore,” you pant. “When you cum, pull out.” All of the women who had gotten pregnant through Dibs’ sick experiment ended up dying. You didn’t want that fate just yet.

He doesn’t respond, continuing his pace and your breathing becomes harsh as you approach the precipice of your orgasm. The coil snaps and your release rips through you, obliterating everything else, your vision goes white. You cry out his name as he continues to fuck you through your high.

“Fuckin’ shit,” he grunts as he feels your cunt clench down on him. Your orgasm is still rolling through you but he can’t hold back any longer, he pulls out and paints your ass with his spend.

He finally lets your hair go and you collapse onto the floor and he falls next to you. You both pant and breath harshly for a few minutes, not saying anything. As you come down from your high from your intense orgasm, reality sets in: part of you feels satisfied for the first time in a long while, the other part of you feels like you can’t believe you just let that happen to you. You wanted it but you didn’t want it; you didn’t know how to feel. You feel relief that he at least listened and pulled out.

Finally, he sits up and starts looking for his clothes. You take one last deep breath and are about to do the same when you unexpectedly feel him clean his spend off of you with his shirt, making you jump a little. He’s a little rough with the wiping but the gesture is almost nice for Ettore. He throws your shirt and pants over to you and you both get dressed in silence.

He helps you up off the floor and lifts your chin with his finger.

“Don’t tell anyone about this,” he warns, looking deep into your eyes. You nod in acquiescence, there is no way you’d ever tell anyone, but you give him the reassurance that he needs.

A smug smile plays on his lips. “So compliant now, I see. I told you I would fuck the brat outta you.” You scowl and try to pull away from him but he’s trapped your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He leans in closer and you think he’s about to kiss you, but he doesn’t.

“You’re mine now, mine to use whenever I want, my own little slut, you fuckin’ belong to me. Don’t forget it,” he squeezes your chin and gives you one last dark glare before opening the door and exiting the storage room, leaving you stunned.

You watch him go and feel a little paralyzed. You feel as though you just opened Pandora’s box.

What monster have you just unleashed?

>>> Part 2

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𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

after one too many weeks of Tess refusing to give into her feelings for you, you decide to stop flirting with her and turn to a less noble strategy: dating someone else to make her jealous. you know playing with Tess like that is risky, considering her temper, but you simply can´t help yourself. so, eventually, things are bound to take a turn.

warnings: minors dni! strap use (bottom!reader), light edging, light overstim, oral (reader receiving), slight infidelity

author´s note: this is my take on Tess’s meaner side but the vibe shifts a lot halfway through! definitely more smut in this than my others for her, I truly just wrote this for fun, so no discussion of any personal issues this time, just two desperate fools <3 also as always: I’m not aiming to be super faithful to the source material. hope u enjoy!

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the way you´d come to work with Tess was a rather funny story looking back.

for the longest time both her and Joel refused to trust anyone but each other, they were stubborn about it, but as they got older they had to admit to themselves that it really wouldn't hurt to have a few allies, especially when it came to physically demanding work, since they weren´t 25 anymore. they slowly figured out who they should recruit, mostly looking for younger people who were either very fit, very clever or ideally both, so after a while they managed to assemble a group of around 6 people whom they knew they could always rely on. as someone who had grown up in the QZ you knew about the smuggling business, even had friends who were involved in it, but you never seriously considered it for yourself until the day you and Tess met for the first time.

Tess had always been vaguely aware of you, the way she was vaguely aware of anyone living near them, and one day she happened to stand right out of earshot when a few FEDRA guys cornered and questioned you about why they´d seen you loitering around suspicious areas multiple times, who you were working for, what you were hiding. without missing a beat you started lying through your teeth, making up some utter bullshit, Tess knew enough about you to know you were bluffing, but you did it so convincingly and with such charm that they let you go after five minutes. it was pretty impressive to Tess as she listened to it all, pretending to mind her business, the way you weren´t overdoing it but playing into their need for authority so well that she swore she could see one of them blushing as they walked off. this one. we need her. she thought. it would be priceless to have someone who wouldn´t crack under pressure, who could talk their way out of risky situations, who could, for a lack of a better term, manipulate people. the second they were gone she approached you, leading with a compliment, so at first you thought she might be flirting and got all excited, considering how rare it was to talk to encounter someone who was so your type, but when you realized that she was offering you work, the giddiness died down a little. still, it intrigued you enough to agree, because what else was there to do with your life really.

the process of getting integrated into their group was easier than you expected, a few weeks into proving yourself as reliable it became clear as day that you were their best negotiator, their secret weapon when it came to talking your way out of trouble, or talking your way into acquiring information they otherwise wouldn´t have gotten; your charisma was lethal, your way with words was impressive and hardly anyone was immune to it, so a good amount of times Tess and Joel had taken you along with them to help when beating information out of someone hadn´t worked, when smarter tactics were needed.

the one thing that was hard about the job had nothing to do with what you were actually doing; the violence, the bloodshed, the lack of guilt and shame you needed to have, none of it bothered you, none of it shook you, but one thing messed with you from the start: your insane pull towards Tess. perhaps part of the reason you´d even said yes to her offer in the first place was to get closer to her, to be around her, perhaps it would´ve taken more convincing for someone else, but when she talked to you that day and her deep smooth voice made your face feel hot for a second, you knew before she´d finished her proposal that you´d say yes.

the first few weeks you tried to gauge the vibe, wondering if there might be a chance she found you attractive too, but you quickly came to realize just how ice-cold her facade was. nobody ever had a good read on her true feelings, except maybe Joel and even he seemed at a loss at times, there was no way of knowing for sure whether you had a chance, so you decided to start dropping hints: lingering around her even when you could´ve stood further away, looking at her more intensely when you listened to her talk, moving your body differently when she was near, showing off certain assets, “coincidently” playing with your hair or licking your lips when you could feel her eyes on you, touching her arm for emphasis when you were telling her story. at first, you thought she was actually uninterested, but after a while you´d caught her looking one too many times to believe that you were reading into things, Tess was subtle but not subtle enough. something told you that she was bluffing, that she was denying her attraction for some reason, you could practically see her restraining herself whenever you flirted with her and it only made you want her more, to know that she did feel something but was hiding it from you.

what you didn´t know was that it had only taken a few days of knowing you for Tess to feel panicked by her sudden attraction to you. at first it was easy for her to ignore it, but once you started pursuing her she felt herself getting nervous, which made her try to shut down whatever it was that you made her feel because she knew how fucked she´d be if she let some girl she´d have to see on the regular get under her skin like that. Tess grew stubborn, she had too much pride to let you feel like you had the power to get her to give into her urges, so instead of taking your flirting as an invitation to just go for it and have fun, she tried her hardest to let you believe you had no effect on her, unwilling to be the weaker one in a dynamic. someone else would have just delighted in being so aggressively hit on by someone they were so into but she was different, she couldn´t just go with the flow and be normal about desire, and she´d come to regret this, hard. after a few months of unsuccessfully trying to get her to give in, you changed strategies. you had a feeling that jealousy might be a weak spot for her, so you were going to test that theory and do it well.

there was a girl in your group who obviously had a thing for you, you´d never considered it because she wasn´t really your type, but she was still pretty and good company so one day you thought fuck it, let´s see how good her poker face holds up once she sees someone else claming me right in front of her eyes.

so, one day you and the others, including Tess, were sitting around planning something and the girl you´d started seeing rested her hand on your thigh, caressed you a little as she listened to Joel and a few others talk, and you caught the brief second of shock on Tess face as she saw it, quickly followed by a flicker of something like rage, I knew it, you thought. the good thing was that the girl was very heavy on physical affection, so she kept touching you and nobody gave much of a fuck but Tess was dying on the inside. you were absolutely shameless about it because while the girl kept showering you in affection you kept giving Tess stares, the kind that made it obvious you were messing with her, challenging her, and she couldn´t believe it, your audacity, but then again, wasn´t that what she´d recruited you for, your effect on people? she hadn´t considered that she might find herself on the receiving end of it.

the following week you kept doing it every time you were all in a room together, and it was driving Tess increasingly insane, seeing a girl holding your hand, kissing your cheek, rubbing your back absentmindedly, while you kept staring at her, getting a twisted kind of pleasure out of watching her struggle more and more with denying her needs. she´d rarely felt rage like that, so hot and visceral she caught herself being unnecessarily aggressive with other people who just thought jesus, what´s up with her these days. she felt a sense of possessiveness over you that was of course unwarranted, since she´d rejected your advances and of course she knew that you were probably dating people, but actually being confronted with it was a whole different thing, seeing you being touched by someone like that was forcing her to admit that she wanted to be in the girl´s place, and even worse, could have already been if she had just given into your pursuit.

one night as you were all leaving after a brief meet up to plan a mission for the following day, Tess was leaning against the wall of the building smoking as you said goodbye to the girl, really playing it up because she was near, kissing her longer than you usually would, pulling her in tighter, before she walked down the street in the opposite direction of where you had to go home.

Tess thought okay, if you wanna fuck around with me, two can play that game. as you were about to pass by her she grinned in a way that made it look like she was laughing to herself about you, so you stopped, staring at her, “can I help you?”, not masking your annoyance well. she kept that cocky expression on her face as she flicked her cigarette away and crossed her arms, eyeing you, you hated how hot it looked, her leaning back like that, her hair falling down her shoulders, her eyes piercing even though it was dark, “oh nothing..” she said, which of course only made you press the issue, “no, go on, what´s so funny, enlighten me”, she spoke in a lower tone then, “well. you might wanna dump that girlfriend of yours”, she wasn´t your girlfriend but you didn´t correct her, couldn´t hurt to let her believe it, “huh??”, you were confused, genuinely.

the moment she saw your puzzled expression her body changed the way it usually did before throwing a really good punch or hitting a target perfectly, she knew she´d get you good with what she was about to say, she had you right where she wanted you, “well. she´s clearly not giving it to you right. otherwise you wouldn´t be staring at me all day”.

your face froze up, your whole being for that matter, it took a good few seconds for words to return to you, you were in utter disbelief. “I´m sorry, what the fuck did you just say to me?”, she loved it, finally seeing you crumble for once, having the upper hand, “you heard me.” she said, very satisfied with herself, still staring you down, unyielding, her stance solid and unmoving, her strong arms pronounced by the shirt she was wearing, you tried your hardest not to look, not there, not at her neck or her lips, there was hardly a part of her that was safe to look at, so you grew angry, “yeah I really wish I hadn´t, Theresa.” drawing the last word out.

a low blow from you, everyone knew she despised her full name. seeing her flinch a little at its sound was a momentary win, a hint of power in your hands, “careful. and I didn´t hear you denying it yet”, you shifted your stance to look more secure then, regaining your wits a little, “yeah I don´t owe you a justification of my fucking sex life as far as I´m aware. also you´re being pretty inappropriate”, that got her pissed too then, “oh that´s rich coming from you, I´m not the one who keeps eye fucking their superior”, you scoffed then, “superior? really?”, “yes. really.”, technically you knew she was right, it was only fair that those with decades of experience called the shots, still, you knew she used the word in that moment to assert a different kind of dominance, one that had little to do with your work. again, you´d failed to deny her accusation but you were eager to just get the fuck out of there with your dignity somewhat in tact still, you knew she was clever and hadn´t said anything that was too far off from the truth, “what do you want from me Tess? what business of yours is it what I do or who I date?”, a last attempt to push back, tired and riled up by all your unresolved feelings for her, the anger over having been ignored by her for so long and only now getting her attention by playing some mind game that got her to be mean to you, also anger over being turned on by it.

“well if you keep pulling me into your dissatisfaction with her it is kind of.. “my business””, her fingers making air quotes for the last part of the sentence, mocking you in a way, and her calm air as she said it was only pissing you off more, she was enjoying it, having a point, sensing that she was getting to you, “you sound insane you know that right? maybe take a downer or something” you hissed and she was getting fed up, her smile dropped,“okay here´s the deal sweetie. you quit your obnoxious starring act and we´re good. otherwise I won´t play nice anymore” you looked at her, questioning, “this is you playing “nice”?..”, she nodded, “is that a threat I´m hearing?” you inquired, “no. just a very clear instruction of what you should do. so, now go home and try to dream about your girlfriend instead of me” she waved for you to move past her, that fucking grin on her face again, you went to leave, uttering “bitch..” as you were a few feet away from her, but still close enough for her to hear, “say that to my face next time and see what happens”, loud and clear enough for you to hear, somehow not inspiring fear in you, but intrigue, which didn´t help with calming down at all.

you´d been so wrapped up in trying to defend yourself against her sudden attack that it only dawned on you after that that way of talking to you had also been an admission on her part. you knew her, you knew she wouldn´t have bothered to mess with someone like that if she truly didn´t care about them. it only solidified your belief that there was something there, something thrilling, the air between two people isn´t that charged for no reason. nobody had ever had that physical of an effect on you and you were starved for passion, you were starved for so many things, and she made you sick with a hunger that would only loosen its grip on your insides once you´d get a taste of her. usually people saw you as sweet, as easy to get along with, but she forced something out of you that was darker, and for some reason, despite the rage, you liked it and had a sneaking suspicion she did too. you could have taken her warning as a sign to finally back off and give up, you could have stopped your games and let it go, but of course, you couldn´t. something told you that you were very close to getting what you wanted, if you were willing to take the risk of finally pushing her towards a breaking point. needless to say: you were.

your work as smugglers, or whatever the hell your own job title was, was often divided within the group, Tess and Joel mostly took care of bigger plans that required multiple days of serious mapping out and careful consideration, often with a few other brainy types to figure out the details, you and a few younger people often did smaller dirty work that required you to be quick on your feet, finding people who´d screwed you over on deals, intimidation tactics, smaller drug deals, so meeting up as a group only happened semi regularly, but about a week and a half after your little stand off with Tess you found yourself in a room with almost all of the others again. that day you told yourself: okay. one last try. if she doesn´t bite now, I´m done.

part of the agenda that day was you teaching some of the other ones a thing or two about run ins with law enforcement because a few of them had come back bruised and battered from a mission and you were the one person who always without a doubt came back unscathed. it was convenient for you to have to do a lot of talking that day, because it was forcing Tess to pay attention to you, to listen to your voice, to watch you be charming with the others who took in your instructions, a glimmer of admiration in their eyes, and Tess fucking hated all of it, that she felt the same way watching you, convinced you were moving certain ways on purpose when you stood with your back turned to her. that alone was fine, she could manage, but by the time it was someone else´s turn to talk, you´d made your way back to where your “girlfriend” was standing only a few feet away from Tess. you thought perfect and went in for a kiss, but this time you kept your eyes open, looking over her shoulder to stare at Tess as you kissed the girl and you knew in that moment you´d done about the most shameless thing you could think of and for a moment Tess looked like she might actually drag you off and beat you up for it, a darkness in her eyes that would´ve scared you if it hadn´t turned on you on as much as it did, you swore you could see her clenching her teeth.

about fifteen minutes later you were all ready to leave, your date was in a hurry, she had somewhere to be so you said goodbye and watched everyone including her clear out first before you made your way to the door, for a second fully forgetting about Tess because you were lost in thought, but just as you were about to exit the door you almost ran face first into her because she´d been watching you make your way there and swooped in the last second to block your way, her arm functioning as a barrier.“and where the fuck do you think you´re going?”, she said, her voice sharp, angry, emphasis on the “fuck”.

“what??” you uttered, still recovering from being ripped out of your thoughts that violently, stumbling back a step, “what?” she mocked, imitating your tone, “you have some fucking nerve. wasn´t it enough to be a bitch to you when I told you to back off? do you need me to hurt you to finally get it? is that what you want?”. “maybe” you shot back as you felt the words hitting you right at your core, the threat of violence drawing your eyes to where her fingers were gripping the doorframe, the sudden thought it wouldn´t be the worst thing in the world to be roughed up by those. you realized you´d done the exact right things to get her to break but you were done playing games, you were done acting like you had no idea what she was talking about, you were tired of pretending; it was time to put all your cards on the table, the game was over.

you stared into her sou as you said, “you´re really fucking predictable, you know that right?” which was not what she expected to hear, her eyes narrowed then, “excuse me?”, you went on, throwing your hands in the air and looking around as if someone was there whom you could turn to and ask “can you believe this woman?”.

“Jesus fucking Christ Tess, for months I threw myself at you and got nothing in return and then the second I try to make you jealous you´re giving me the time of day, talking to me, paying attention. I was so sure that it would be the only way to get to you and well…” you gestured at her face, the intense expression,“clearly I was right.” a touch of cockiness to that last phrase. she nodded, slowly, thinking, “so you used that girl to get to me, is that it? that´s pretty fucked up of you, you know that right?”, she said it as if she was judging you but there was a clear hint of admiration at the core, Tess was impressed by your cold way of going about things, all to be alone with her.

you shrugged, “sure, yes, I know” she shook her head muttering “you really are something else..”, eyeing you up and down, still a little riled up but also thinking about the fact that you had actually done all that not to just fuck with her but to try and get her to give into her pull towards you. to her it had seemed like you just wanted to rub it in her face, that you´d moved onto someone else, but it was dawning on her that you still wanted her, that you had been trying to get with her all along. a moment of charged silence followed, you trying to understand what she was thinking before she shifted her stance, dropped her arms and looked over her shoulder onto the street, “alright. follow me” she ordered, a questioning look on your face, “what are we-”, she shushed you as she started walking and motioned for you to do the same “just shut up and come”.

as you walked a few feet behind her, down the dark street that still smelled faintly of rain and wet asphalt, you had a brief second of wondering whether she was taking you to her place or just leading you to a back alley to beat you up, and truthfully you wouldn´t have minded either option. Tess didn´t bother to turn around one single time the entire way, counting on the fact that you were behind her, cocky bitch you thought, you could have walked off in another direction without her even noticing at any second but of course you wouldn´t and of course she knew, so after about five minutes she opened the door of a five story building and didn´t bother to hold the door open, trusting you´d rush in fast enough, still not looking at you, “wow thank you” you uttered under your breath as you caught the heavy door mid closing and tried to keep up with her.

by the time you found yourself in her apartment you were out of breath and leaned against the wall in the hallway while she turned around to face your for the first time since you´d left the place you were at before, the apartment was only lit by the orange streetlights outside but you saw enough, her hair that had gotten effortlessly wavy from the humid air, the way her shirt sleeves were pushed up to her elbows, something about her arms always got you, so forced yourself to look back at her face, but she´d clocked it, your admiration for her physique, so she stepped closer to you, only stopping when she was about an arm´s length away, your already fast heartbeat not slowing down at all, your cheeks burning.

for a moment neither of you spoke because you were just sizing each other up, feeling out the vibe, waiting if the other was gonna do or say something. the reality of the situation had come to her: after all those weeks of agonizing over you she had you in her space, you were alone, nothing in the way anymore, and the freedom was almost too much to process for a second, eventually Tess spoke up as she slowly shook her head, taking in the painfully beautiful sight of you, the hint of a smile that you couldn´t suppress, “what am I gonna do with you, hm?” she thought out loud, her voice barely above a whisper, you tilted your head, speaking slowly, putting weight into each word, “you can do whatever you want.”, getting her right in her weakest spot, of course you´d figured out that bending to her will was the one thing that would make you irresistible to her, and watching her face change as the words settled was perfect, she looked like she was blacking out.

Tess realized in that moment why you had gotten under her skin as intensely as you had, why you´d taken up her whole mind and made her blood boil so many times, why her usual stoic facade crumbled around you. it was not like she´d never been pursued by other girls, of course she had, and at times she enjoyed the attention, played into it and had some fun, usually they were easily intimidated by her, tripping over their words if she looked at them long enough, blushing cheeks and wide eyes, but never you, from the very start you talked to her with confidence, unshaken by her aura, you never grew nervous when she looked at you, because you enjoyed it too much, holding eye contact as long as she wanted without breaking it, without surrendering.

the whole thing of someone twirling their hair and blushing over her had its appeal, sure, but the joy Tess got out of it was very superficial and short-lived, it never really affected her on a deep visceral level because it was so predictable each time, it was almost like following a script, and then you came and showed her what it meant to face an equal, to be caught off guard, the unmatched pleasure it could lead to if she could abandon her pride and let herself be truly moved by someone for once.

Tess had to admit that what she had going on with you was more thrilling than any other connection she´d ever had before, to see you and to know that you were clever enough to figure her out even when she gave you so little to work with, your ability to do and say exactly the right things to get her worked up, to raise her temperature just with a glance, it was so unlike anything she´d ever experienced that the initial shock made her back away from you, made her try to pretend she wasn´t fully in awe of you, but in that moment it was clear to her: I´ve never wanted anyone the way I want this girl. she sees me for who I am and shes´s not scared of what she sees. we´re the same kind of intense.

Tess was suddenly devoid of any previous resentment, it all came to her in that moment, just how rare of a thing it was that you´d pursued her for months and months without success and had still not given up, not backed down. for the first time she saw that it wasn´t just some viscous game of yours, it was a deep commitment of time and energy to getting what you wanted and it was a strength she admired, that turned her on. those words you´d used whatever you want, had activated something in her, there was no going back anymore, she saw what she needed to do clearly then.

she moved even closer to you, close enough for your knees to almost touch, reaching out to mess with the collar of your shirt a little as she said “whatever I want hm?”, you nodded, your eyes wide and expectant, your demeanor suddenly completely different, none of the usual toughness was there anymore, it melted away the second you felt her fingers over your clothing and she could tell, finally you were at her mercy. so without warning she grabbed you by the shoulders and flipped you around, pushing you up against the wall, making you brace yourself with your palms flat against the hard surface, hers placed directly next to them, trapping you, her body pressing against yours, not very gently and you barely had time to shut your mouth to conceal the sound that it got out of your throat, to be manhandled like that by her. your breath was heavy by that point, the feeling of her hips pressing into your lower back, feeling her weight like that made you dizzy with want, it was the closest you´d ever been to Tess, the first time you could properly smell inhale her scent, she leaned in close to your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine as she spoke again, “you´ve imagined this many times, haven´t you?”.

a nod was all you could give her, words weren´t coming, your mind was blank with need, you were all body in that moment “hm, bet you jerked off thinking about me and felt unsatisfied after, wishing I was actually there, wishing I was between your legs” spot on, you´d spent many nights trying to get off to your image of her but never really did, not in a way that satisfied you, another confessional nod from you as a response, she could feel you struggling under her and she loved it, “poor thing” she whispered before removing her hands from the wall and grabbing your tits, wrapping her strong arms around your torso, the grip immediately forceful enough to get a whimper out of you followed by a breathy, “fuck..” you were scared of actually losing your mind if the action while still being fully dressed was already getting you that soaked, you could feel the heat growing between your legs, spreading through your whole body as her fingers squeezed the sensitive skin of your chest, feeling you up aggressively without shame. “let´s get you out of these already” she said as she spun you around again, your face flushed, your lips parted, the first glimpse of what she could do to you and she was hungry for more, much more.

Tess briefly pushed a few loose strands of hair out of your face before pulling your shirt over your head in one swift motion. you weren´t wearing a bra so you were left topless immediately and the sight left her speechless for a moment, her motions stopped and she just stood there marveling at your body, none of the clothes you usually wore gave much away about what was hiding beneath them, so being confronted with your bare figure seemed like a dream at first, none of her fantasies of you had prepared her for the real thing, “god..” she sighed, her eyes roaming your upper body, the curve of your neck and where it went down to, and her lustful gaze was too much for you, you couldn´t wait longer, so you grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss, not a pretty one, but one that made it crystal clear just how much pent up tension you were both dying to release; it was sloppy and hard, a kiss that bordered on violence, hands grabbing at each other frantically, almost biting each other with how eager you were, the soft warmth of the other person´s lips driving you both crazy with wanting more, so very quickly you were open mouthed kissing and groaning at the feeling of your tongues meeting, your fingers in her hair while she grabbed your face, the rough fabric of her shirt brushing your bare chest as you tried to get as close as possible to her.

the second you separated to breathe you used the opportunity to move down to her neck, placing a few kisses down the side of her throat before getting carried away and running your tongue over her skin, you were dying to taste her and she was completely taken off guard by it, usually people were passive with her sexually, but in that moment she realized just how much it turned her on to be desired that openly, to be devoured in a way, she let you have your way for a moment, holding onto your back as you left her neck in red splotches where you´d sucked the skin, before she grew too eager and peeled you off, grabbing your hand as she said “come” and pulled you towards her bedroom.

once you were in her room you didn´t register a single detail about it, not the color of the walls, not the furniture, nothing, because you were so lost in the physical sensations that left you vibrating with anticipation for more, you could barely walk straight as she said “take those off for me” pointing to your pants, which you gladly got rid off, leaving you in your underwear as you approached her bed and saw her walking to the other side of the room, which made you realized that wasn´t just gonna use her hands on you and for the first time that night you felt nervous. you could count on one hand the amount of times you´d let someone strap you and the last time had been a while back so you were worried for a second about how you´d handle yourself, someone less perceptive might not have noticed it but the moment Tess walked over to where you were sitting on the bed waiting for her she saw that something in your face had changed, she gave you a look that said, “what is it?”, so you admitted, “it´s just.. it´s been a while since i´ve done it this way”, in that moment it hit her that the image she had of you as this ruthless seductress was only the surface, that below that you were still just a young woman who probably didn´t have that much experience yet, it softened her a little, especially combined with the sight of you all exposed save for your panties, looking all angelic for her, your thighs driving her crazy with the need to just get between them, she nodded, a slight grin as she responded “well, you´re a tough girl. I know you can take it”. and for some reason that was much hotter to you than if she´d have babied or underestimated you.

you were in the middle of her bed, she was by the edge and waved you over “come”, you obeyed, crawling to her, waiting for further instructions, “why don´t you get it nice ´n wet for me hm, that should help”, she said, holding out her hand right under your face, you realized she was asking you to spit in it, so you did, letting salvia drip from between your lips into her open palm, drawing it out a little to make it filthy, and you knew she loved it, seeing you take her orders well, “hmm, good girl” she uttered as she used your spit to lubricate the strap, licking the residue off her hand after, the sight getting your already drenched underwear even wetter. the moment she was done with that her aggressive side returned, she told you to take off the last piece of fabric, which you did, before she climbed over you, watching your face intently as she got settled and teased your cunt for a moment by lightly running her fingers over the wetness that had collected there, a groan from her as she felt the proof of your lust slick against her hand, the moment she touched you there you let out a pretty deseprate moan and she thought oh. this is gonna be fun.

it was clear to her then that you were the needy kind and nothing drove her wilder than a girl who´d lose her composure for her entirely, so without wasting time she guided the tip to your entrance, a wince from you as she slowly pushed herself into you, carefully, her hands moving up to pin yours down next to your head as she saw your face twisting from the sensation of being stretched out, a slight pain that would subside soon,“you´re fine, breathe, deep breaths” she cooed down at you as she pushed herself fully into you “fuck..”, you sighed, wrapping your legs around her waist instinctively, your eyes shut, she was staring down at you, “no, come on look at me” she ordered, wanting to see your expression so you held eye contact as she started slowly moving in and out of you, building up a rhythm, your walls clenching around the silicone, the feeling of your hands being restrained by hers adding to the rapidly increasing heat in you, she quickly started going at it with deep but slow thrusts, the kind that drove you more insane than fast fucking, the intenstiy of it immediately getting more moans out of you, she leaned down as her hips kept meeting yours, whispering, “this is what you wanted all along hm, being taken by me?” you whined in response, your legs tightening around her, “yes- fuck this feels so good” you got out in a shaky tone as she kept really driving herself into you as deeply you as possible, not necessarily punishing but determined, forcing more and more pathetic sounds out of you.

the sight of your open mouth, your tongue, was too inviting, so she removed one of her hands from yours and pushed her index and middle finger in, which you immediately closed your lips around, sucking on them, the stifled sounds almost more perverse than the previous loud ones, she got more forceful then as she view of your eyes closed in pleasure with your pretty mouth filled by her digits almost drover her insane, and it turned you on too, not just the sensation of being entered in two ways at once, of feeling your walls throbbing as she kept fucking into you with hard strokes, but also because you knew you looked good, you could tell that you were her fantasy come to life from the way her breath sounded as you sucked her fingers, all messed up and clearly matching you in desperation, “god you were made to be fucked, look at you” she breathed, while getting up from where she was hovering over you to get on her knees to push your legs apart, pressing them towards your chest to really fuck you as deeply as possible, bracing herself against one of your legs as she increased her speed then, making you see stars.

“Tess fuck, unhgg-” you begged as her hands gripped your legs and forced you open for her, your head pushed back into the pillow, your back arching up, “you’re doing so well, so pretty like this” she encouraged as she got you to unravel, your hands frantically grabbing the sheets as you tried to somehow remain conscious as you felt your insides twisting up and your climax approaching, which she could sense, but she wasn´t gonna let you cum just yet, so after a few more moments of savoring the sight of you all fucked out on your back, squirming and holding on as she had her way with you, she stopped, pulling out for a moment, an immediate desperate whine from you, “ugh fuck Tess.. I was close-” you sounded like you might actually cry and she might have felt bad if she wasn´t so into it, seeing you like that, an utter mess for her, “I know sweetheart but I´m not just gonna let you lay there, gotta see that perfect body of yours move” she answered, peppering in some genuine praise that did make the shameless edging hurt a little less, she moved to the other end of the bed and gently slapped your thigh to signal to you to get up, “come on, get on top of me pretty girl” she took satisfaction out of seeing you struggle and shake a bit as you got up on all fours and climbed over to her, weak from her impact, placing your knees on either side of her thighs as you tried to lower yourself and she grabbed your hips to guide you, “nice and slow okay”, she instructed, not wanting you to hurt yourself, her grip securing you as you used one hand to guide the strap back into yourself, your soaked cunt practically begging for it, a pornographic moan from you as you sat down on it and felt yourself full again, “good girl” she cooed, watching your face change again, that intoxicating look of yours, so needy and overwhelmed, “just like that” her hands still on your hips, not letting go.

you faced her then, your eyes glazed over with pure need, an endearing sight to her, she locked eyes with you as you slowly rocked your hips back and forth, but she could tell you were holding back a little, so she said, “come on don´t be shy now, fuck yourself for me, as hard as you want”, her hands on your waist then as you stared back into her eyes and braced yourself on her chest as you moved back and forth with more feeling, more force, moaning each time you could feel the tip hitting that sweet spot, trying hard to find an angle of where it would be hit over and over, “that´s it, ” Tess praised as she got high on of the image of you riding her, using her, losing yourself in the feeling of being full of her, “god nobodys ever looked this good taking me, fuckin´divine..” she sighed before she got you to sit more upright on her so she could lean forward and suck on your tits as you rode her, the sight of your chest bouncing up and down from the rhythm of your fucking too enticing to just watch, your hands on her neck then as she ran her tongue over your nipple and sucked on it hard enough to turn your sighing into broken up cries, “fuck - don´t stop” you mumbled as you felt her switching between licking and sucking the soft skin, her teeth digging in at one point, a sharp pain that felt good mixed with the ache between your legs as you kept rocking back and forth, your clit throbbing too by that point from getting the friction.

you could feel yourself getting close as Tess moved her face away from your chest and used her strength to help you finish by holding you in place while thrusting upwards from below you, your whole body consumed by the need to cum by that point, the heat at your core turning into a heat all over, your limbs tingling, your chest rising and falling with labored breaths as you felt her fucking you from under you, “oh jesus fuck-” you cursed as she did this, throwing your head back and bracing yourself on her legs as your cunt got demolished by her, “let go, cum for me” she groaned, the order pushing you over the edge, a final pathetic sounding whine from you as you shuddered and shook for a moment, your walls clenching hard around the silicone which was drenched in your juices by that point, from the sound of it Tess might have actually cum too just from having you move on her like that, her breaths punctured by sighs as her hands rested on your back to push you towards herself, needing you close as you gave her what she wanted: the uninhibited display of your release, it was pure ecstasy to her, your body goddess-like as you slowly rode out your high, all for her to take in, every detail, she was obsessed to her core.

as you stopped moving and tried to catch you breath before attempting to get off of her, she helped, lifting you up a little and hearing a slight gasp as she left you empty, spent, falling onto your back, your arms splayed out, and you thought that was it, you were done, but Tess wasn´t, not yet.

she got up from the bed, quickly freed herself of the harness and got down on her knees, pulling you towards the edge of the bed in one rough motion, “Tess fuck no I can´t-” you pleaded as you realized what she was doing, but she just smiled as she pushed your still slightly shaky legs apart, hooking one of them over her shoulder to get good access,“sure you can, one more okay? for me” a sweetness in those last two words, persuading you to give into it and you tried to believe her but your body was losing all sense of place and time, all sanity, as you felt her fingers digging into your thighs, her face close to your soaked, aching cunt, your soft sounds of desperation only turned her on more so she wasted no time and licked up the slick that had leaked out of you and coated your inner thighs, savoring it, “god you taste like heaven” she breathed against your skin, biting down for a second, she had a thing for it, leaving marks, not just to mark her territory but because she loved knowing that you wouldn´t be able to shower and look at yourself in the mirror without thinking of what she´d done, so she briefly lost herself in the feeling of your soft skin between her teeth, the immediately visible red and purple indents, your whimpering, before moving up to where she´d fucked you open before, kissing your aroused lips, sucking on them, running her tongue up and down in a slow, heartfelt rhythm, moving her face to add to the friction.

“fuck- I´m- Tess” you were incoherent as your fingers found their way into her hair, pulling a little as she focused the tip of her tongue on your clit, swirling over it in circles, more crying and begging from you each second, a few tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming pulsing and twisting at your core, your legs pressing together on the sides of her face, but she didn´t yield, forcing them apart again, flicking her tongue against your overstimulated most sensitive spot and finally just sucking on it, hard, determined, “you´re killing me” you groaned, your hips bucking upwards as a reaction and her fingers probably leaving bruises from how hard she was gripping you, and since you were still so sensitive from before it took little time for you to cum against her face, cursing under your breath as her chin was left glistening from you juices, just how she wanted it. the moment the second climax crashed over you in waves your body was drained of all energy, your limbs went totally slack, your lower half felt like it was burning up, and your breathing was so messed up you didn´t even try conceal it, laying thre exhausted but buzzing with endorphins, the good kind of tired.

Tess got up from the floor to sit down next to where you were laying, a satisfied grin on her face as she traced your outline with her fingertips, admiring her impact, the light bite marks on your chest, the shine of sweat on your face, it was pure bliss to her, seeing you like that.

“god I really shouldn´t have made you wait this long..” she said, truly at a loss over how stupid she´d been to deny herself the pleasure of being with you, you gave a tired laugh then, turning to look her in the eyes, “yeah no shit”, she smiled, “guess I have a lot to make up for hm?”, you nodded, “well, this was a good start”, reaching for the strand of her hair that framed her face, twirling it around your finger as you slowly regained your composure.

“but just so we´re clear, you´re not getting any favoritsm out of this” she teased, you returned the energy, “well fuck, I clearly just did all this to lower my work load.”, you propped yourself up on your elbows then, looking at her more clearly, her cheeks still flushed, an unusual ease to her expression, you took some pride in being the one to get her to look like that, just eyeing her for a second and for once she loved it, being stared down by you, being fucked with by your intense gaze. “you know, the first time we met I actually thought you were flirting with me for a few minutes. could´ve saved us a lot of time if you had been” you told her, which made her laugh,“really?? and you would´ve just gone with me if I had been? that easy?” you shrugged, “hey, I am not the one who played hard to get here” you had a point, she nodded, amused by the idea of you wanting her from the very start.

you crawled over to her then, wrapping your arms around her neck as she ran her hands up and down the warm skin of your back, both of you just looking at each other all blissed out and relieved, “I didn´t expect you to be so..” you started saying, she cocked her head, “so what?”, “you know, generous..” she smiled then, placing one of her hands on your cheek, “right, you thought I´d just be mean and use you and take out my frustrations, huh?”, you nodded, “maybe, kinda yeah.”, “well, not my thing. I mean I´ll do whatever you want me to, if you want it rough just ask, but I am simple, I just want my girl to feel good”, you squinted your eyes at her, “your girl? is that what I am?”, charmed by that way of putting it, “well you´re sure as hell not anybody else´s anymore”, she said, meaning it, her possessiveness jumping out, “yeah I don´t think I could show up with bite marks at someone else´s place, so..”, “that was the plan” she whispered before leaning in to kiss your neck, getting a soft sigh out of you before moving to your lips, a gentler kiss than the one before.

“you can stay over if you want by the way. it´s so late I won´t make you go home now” she said as you made her lay back so you could lay on top of her, smiling down at her as you asked, “really?”, she didn’t see what was so crazy about her offer, “yes really”, “hm. didn´t figure you for the “falling asleep in each others arms” type”, she feigned offense, “okay rude.. I can be romantic, I do have a heart you know”, you grinned, laying your head on her chest, “I know. also, staying the night is good because then I can return the favor”, a mischievousness to your tone, “oh that´s what you think is gonna happen?”, she asked, “well, I think you´d like seeing me on my knees, wouldn´t you?” , again, you´d said the right thing to her weak, “jesus. you´re still messing with me, aren´t you?” she couldn´t believe how good you were at hitting her where it would get her to fold, but she loved it, “maybe” you whispered, eyes closed and smiling as she caressed your still naked body to keep you warm.

now that you´d gotten the initial push and pull out of the way, you couldn´t wait to see what it would mean to actually be with her, how you´d spend an evening together, how she’d act as a lover, if you´d sneak around or let people know, all the things that were to come now that your feelings were out in the open. you liked the idea of nobody knowing about you and stealing glances when you were in a room together. maybe that would be your next thing: teasing her in public until she gives in and drags you away. maybe you weren´t fully done with it yet, getting under her skin, and maybe she was secretly hoping that was th case.

for the first time in ages, both of you had the feeling of finally having someone who challenges you, who surprises and thrills you. boredom or a desire for more heat and passion was not going to be an issue anymore, not as long as you had each other.

#tess servopoulos x reader #tess servopoulos #the last of us x reader #tlou fanfiction #tlou #the last of us hbo

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The Hitman's Guide to Getting the Girl: Chapter 1 [dave york x f!reader]

It's just another job, until Dave York decides to kidnap an enemy’s wiseass daughter. It’s just another job, until he falls in love.

series masterlist

status: complete

chapter 1 summary: Underestimating the power of a good omelette.

pairing: dave york x f!reader

rating: 18+ (mdni)

tags and warnings for entire fic: kidnapping, murder, violence, the world being horrible to women, reader having a very terrible sense of self-preservation, unprotected piv, oral sex (m and f receiving), dave york finding his second calling as a pussy-eating god, pining, possessive sex, jealousy, daddy issues, (stockholm syndrome?), dirty talk, actually filthy talk, hitmen and politicians, revenge, scary man with a soft spot for his woman, philosophical foreplay, tramp stamp worship (you'll see), a little sprinkle of breeding kink if you look hard enough, obsessive behaviour, anal fingering, anal sex, implied age gap, light dom/sub vibes, light bondage

tags and warnings for this chapter: kidnapping, violence, pretentious allusions, breaking and entering, self-reflection

word count: ~ 5k

this will be the first fic i've ever cross-posted to tumblr (yay me!); this means, however, that i am still learning and will likely make some silly mistakes. nonetheless, i have to apologise for my long hibernation and hope that bringing y'all a new miniseries will initiate my journey to forgiveness. please let me know what you think so far! chapter 2 will be posted soon.

PREFACE

“‘If thy revengeful heart cannot forgive, lo, here I lend thee this sharp-pointed sword; which if thou please to hide in this true breast, and let the soul forth that adoreth thee, I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, and humbly beg the death upon my knee.’” — Richard III, I.II

chapter 1: when i first saw you, the end was soon

JANUARY

Dave York likes a clean job.

The interior of the home presents a good start. He enters through the garage door, briefly sweeping the Range Rover’s interior for any surprises. Finding none, he gives the signal to Resnik, who moves around to the front door. He will maintain a holding position until Dave radios his all-clear. There’s only one objective tonight.

It’s hardly your average suburb. The house is a goddamn mansion, with a winding driveway and no neighbours for four miles. It’s nighttime, dead silent, and nobody ever drives up here unless they’ve taken a wrong turn, but Dave is careful. He wore all black from his boots to his head, which was shrouded by a black hat. He brought one vehicle, three men, one weapon each. He does not intend to start a fight.

Well, not yet.

The foyer is clear, too. Two coats are hung up on the iron hooks: a sky-blue peacoat and a leather jacket. They look like they both belong to a woman. So do the shoes, which vary from a pair of cosy slippers to multiple sets of high heels (the physics of which he couldn’t hope to comprehend if he tried). It’s dark here, but a lone light illuminates the hallway ahead, shining from a room to the left. The kitchen, if his blueprints were correct.

His finger feathers near the trigger of his .45 Auto, his back up against the adjacent wall as he creeps toward the source of the light. Kovac’s voice crackles in his earpiece (“Clear upstairs”) as Dave takes a slow, deep breath and crosses the threshold into the kitchen, his firearm sweeping every corner before his eyes can.

The small hanging lights are on above the generous island, and a woman tends to a steaming cup of coffee behind it.

You look up and smile politely at Dave. “Hi.”

He had dealt with plenty of curveballs in his life. Avoiding IEDs, taking out a target from half a mile out, all the bullshit that came with building a business. Dave York knows how to take the shit and roll with it.

But you're… smiling.

Dave’s lips part but no sound comes out. You continue, stirring sugar into your coffee. “You don’t need to use that gun, do you?”

He licks his bottom lip and continues to stare.

Your smile turns sheepish. “I’d prefer if you didn’t.”

Stunned, Dave actually lowers the weapon a fraction.

You don’t hold yourself like you’re paralysed by fear. There is no tension in your shoulders; you look wholly at ease in your own home, your hands warmed by the cup of coffee on its little pink coaster. Dave expected terror, pleading, scratching and kicking and screaming.

“Boss? You clear?” comes Resnik’s voice in his ear.

“Do you mind if I finish my coffee?” you ask, indicating that your mug is still half-full.

Dave cannot physically produce the noises necessary for speech. He finds himself inclining his head in a vague nod, allowing you to lift the coffee cup to your mouth and purse your lips as you blow the steam away. It curls toward Dave and evaporates like a silvery ghost.

What kind of captive goes willingly to their own prison?

One who knows their bed is made.

“Hold,” he finally says to his team. “Apprehending target.”

“Ask them if they’d like a coffee before they go,” you offer. “I’ve got plenty to go around.”

He cannot bring himself to repeat those words to his men. He’s having enough trouble wrapping his head around you as it is.

You introduce yourself, and Dave assesses you as he shifts around the island. Sweeping his gaze from your slippered feet up to your slip of a nightgown, he finds nothing of note save for a pretty woman who knows she’s about to be taken forcibly from her home. A woman who’s seemingly prepared so well for this exact situation that she made a coffee at midnight and prepared some for her uninvited guests, too.

For the first time in his entire illicit career, Dave does not know what to think, do, or say.

“I’m sorry if I’ve made this difficult,” you tell him. “Do they usually struggle?”

Dave swallows thickly and finds his mouth completely dry. “Uh. Yeah.”

You smile indulgently, and it knocks his insides askew. “I can scream if you want.”

Dave winces. “No, that’s—that’s not necessary.”

“Well. You should probably frisk me. They usually frisk first.” You shrug one shoulder. “I don’t have a weapon on me, but if it makes you feel more comfortable…”

He’s holding a weapon in his hands and he’s never felt more disarmed.

They usually frisk first.

Who are they?

Dave frowns. “This has happened before?”

You wave a dismissive hand. “My father has made a lot of people angry.”

He feels the tension in his jaw when his teeth begin to ache from grinding them together. “Your father—”

“Let me guess. Screwed you over on a business deal.” You pin Dave with a powerful look, one whose meaning he cannot place. “Last I heard, he was in Zurich. You may be waiting a while if you intend to keep me until he returns. He’s nowhere as efficient as you seem to be.”

A deliberate choice of words, equal parts compliment and warning. Code for, If you want to travel anywhere in the next little while, you’ll have to take your little hostage with you.

Code for, I’m going to be more trouble than I’m worth.

He could have told you that the second he walked into the kitchen.

Dave moves behind you and watches you lift your arms before he can ask. The slight movement sends a waft of sweet, dark vanilla perfume toward him. He inhales, fascinated by the bombardment of sensations as he puts his hands on your body. The frisking is clinical—left arm, right arm, waist, hips, thighs, Jesus Christ— and ultimately fruitless. But your hair is soft and smells freshly of shampoo, your ears glisten with expensive diamonds, and your eyes glimmer with new colours he could not see from afar. You’re a picture of wealth and beauty and he’s entranced by the straightness of your spine, the incisive look in your eye.

You turn your head slightly to look at him, and Dave surprises himself when he maintains eye contact. “What’s your name?” you ask, your voice soft. He feels a cool puff of air brush his cheek when you speak.

His hands are still on your waist. As if struck by lightning, Dave jolts away. You don’t evade his eye, sipping the rest of your coffee. It’s so far beyond being in his best interests to give you his name, especially since he plans to keep you alive.

“Dave,” he says, fucking his best interests right in the ass.

You hum in appraisal. He feels more like the prospective captive with the way you look at him. “Pleasure to meet you, Dave. I’m finished with my coffee if you want to go now.”

“Okay,” he says, his voice gravelly.

“Where are you taking me?”

“My house,” he says shortly. “I’m not giving you the address, so don't ask.”

“I wouldn’t ask for your address. I would dig it out.”

He has no fucking doubt.

“Won't your family be suspicious of a bound woman locked up in your home?”

“I don’t have a family. No one will see you.”

He realises his mistake the instant he says it. “No more digging. No more questions.”

“Will you blindfold me?”

“Yes.”

“Am I allowed to pack a bag?”

“We’ll come back for your things another time. I’ve stayed here too long already.”

“I don't know if you’ve noticed, Dave, but there isn't another soul for miles.”

“People could always be following.”

Your face sets in a ponderous frown. “You're a paranoid man. Paranoid and proactive. Those are dangerous together, you know.”

“You aren't my therapist,” says Dave. “And I told you not to ask questions.”

He's never considered it. Taking preventative measures has always availed him, but what happens when he decides to take those measures against someone who never planned to take action? He's never taken an innocent life, but who gets to decide who’s innocent, anyway?

Your vanilla perfume and your expensive pyjamas and your blinding smile telegraph wealthy naïveté, but as far as Dave is concerned, you're proving to be lethal.

“I’m not asking questions,” you say nonchalantly. He’s irritated by how little your talking annoys him. He should be itching to shut you up himself. Maybe it's the tired, soft drawl of your voice. Different from the gruff male sounds he's used to hearing every day at work. “I’m making observations. While I have time.”

“Time for what?” Now who's the one asking questions?

Your mouth twists. “Making observations.”

He vaguely shakes his head. “Why won’t you fight me?”

“Why won’t you?”

Dave blinks.

Your perfect posture makes him feel like he’s being surveyed. “You didn’t walk in here with the intention to shoot me. Your finger wasn’t on the trigger. And because you have no reason to kill me, I have no reason to fight. I certainly can’t overpower you when I’m weaponless and you have backup. This is only a home. I’ll come back to it someday.”

It feels like fire licking against water. Relentless optimism meets unwavering cynicism. A pretty face and sharp tongue meet a man willing to do anything for a heap of cash. “Why won’t you fight me, Dave?” you ask him again. “It looks to me like you’d rather do anything than force me into the backseat of your car.”

“It’s a job,” he says plainly.

“Kidnapping me, or pissing off my father?”

“You’re insurance.”

“Have you ever heard of the myth of Sisyphus, Dave?”

He grunts, finally tearing his gaze away from you. He already regrets giving you his name.

You take his silence as assent. “And how is your relationship with your parents?”

“Okay. No more talking,” Dave snaps. He tucks his gun into his waistband and demands, with less bite than he intends, “Hands.”

You comply easily, hold your wrists together in front of you. You remain there as Dave directs his attention to his team. “Kovac, meet me in the kitchen. Target apprehended.”

“Roger.”

“Will you kill me if I keep talking?” you ask.

He pins you with a glare. “Maybe I will.”

You give him a knowing, clever smile, and Dave feels some of the tension in his shoulders loosen when Kovac enters the room, gun pointed in your direction. You lift your hands in the air and give Kovac a little wave. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Kovac. Dave and I have already made arrangements in here, so no need to shoot.”

He flashes Dave a questioning glance that gets no satisfaction, but lowers his weapon. “Yeah. Nice to meet you, too.”

Dave takes you by the arm, Kovac the other, and they lead you outside together. Resnik follows to the car, plucking his zip ties out of his pocket while Dave winds around to the driver’s side. “Don’t make any stops on the way back,” he tells Ari, “and don’t let her talk to you.”

“She a witch or something?” laughs the driver.

“Yeah. Something.”

A faint noise of protest perks Dave’s ears. “You don’t need to tie them so tight,” you tell Resnik, wincing at the pinching pain of the ties around your wrists.

“Shut up,” is all he says in reply.

“You know, the best way for a hostage to escape zip ties is getting their hands cut off.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Resnik tugs on your bound hands.

“I’m not going to run. But I will complain about chafing the entire trip if you don’t—”

“And I will sew your pretty little goddamn mouth shut if you don’t shut it.” Resnik shoves you hard into the backseat with Kovac and shuts the door. “Jesus, York. Did you have to pick such a complainer?”

Dave flicks out a switchblade and presses it into Resnik’s palm. “Cut them off and do it again. Not as tight.”

Resnik scoffs. “That's funny, man.”

Dave just stares. “Not as tight this time, sergeant.”

Resnik blinks, affronted. “Did you just pull rank on me?”

“You got a problem with that?”

The man sniffs haughtily. “No, sir.”

“Good.” Dave opens the passenger door and slips inside. He puts his gun, safety on, in the glove box. “Nobody touches her or threatens her. You answer to me if she gets hurt, and you won't be happy with my answer. Clear?”

Echoes of “clear” and “roger” echo through the car. Then, your sweet voice, piping up with a “Thanks, Dave.”

He ignores you, but catching a glimpse of you wedged between Kovac and Resnik, Dave’s chest settles a little at the sight of the zip ties around your wrists, much looser than before.

They make a stop on the way back, after all. But only because Dave has to piss.

And you're exhausted.

“Come on out,” he says. “Stretch your legs.”

You take his hand gratefully, shimmying out of the car. Dave crowds you so nobody sees your bound hands or the blindfold around your eyes. The sky is still pitch-black, but the 24/7 service centre still has vehicles parked outside.

“The stars are beautiful this far out,” you say wistfully, looking upward even though you cannot see the sky. “Sometimes I like to take a drive out and sit on the roof of my car in a parking lot. I like to watch the stars. They remind me I’m small.”

Dave tilts his head to the side. “You like feeling small?”

He can't relate to that. He wants to be the biggest person in the room, even if not a single other person knows it. He likes knowing he’s the one wielding the power. He doesn't understand how you can be so content with your hands bound and your eyes blinded.

“I like knowing there are bigger things out there,” you tell him. “Makes me feel protected.”

He has free reign to look at you when you can't pierce him with that keen stare. Your body shifts in a given space with the grace of water. You were raised like a princess, no doubt. A lifetime of behaving primly and properly under the care of a nanny while your father flitted off to fuck-knows and screwed over his business associates for more power. You know how to wave and smile. Dave didn't expect you to know how to wiggle your way into a person’s brain.

“Something tells me you don't stargaze.”

“Don’t have time for shit like that,” he says with a mirthless laugh. “Busy being a murderous sociopath.”

“I never used those words, Dave,” you say gently, “and I don't think you believe that.”

“Says my captive.”

“Willing captive,” you clarify.

“That doesn't make a difference.”

“It may not for me,” you say, “but it does for you. If I thought you were going to kill me, I would have made a valiant effort to kick your ass.”

Dave snorts. “You a fighter?”

“I’m a talker. Same thing.”

“Yeah, I’ll give you that.”

“And I’m deeply sorry to offend you, Dave”—you feel around for his arm until you find his bicep over his leather jacket—“but you don't frighten me.”

He still feels the touch of your hand when it's gone. Dave makes for the service centre to take a piss, leaving you under Ari’s supervision. Kovac and Resnik are in the empty men’s room, too, talking idly about the choice of fast food joints in the service centre. “Hey, man,” says Kovac, leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. “The girl's hungry. You gonna feed her?”

Dave rolls his eyes. “Of course I’m going to feed her.”

“I can feed her something,” Resnik utters under his breath. Kovac slaps him square in the chest as a warning.

Dave’s jaw ticks. “Guess I wasn't clear earlier. Nobody—”

“Touches her. Yeah, I heard. Why, man, you want dibs? I didn't think we were in middle school.”

Dave has known his guys since their Army days. He knows they're capable of some crass talk, but he’s an expert at ignoring them. This time, he can't seem to shake the crude words.

“She came with us willingly, Resnik. She put out her hands and offered you all coffee. If you want to get your dick wet that badly, fuck your hand.”

When he gets back to the car, he helps you into the passenger’s seat. “Is everything okay?” you ask him.

“I just kidnapped you,” he grumbles, fumbling with your seatbelt, “and you're asking me if everything’s okay.”

“Well, you do seem tense.”

“Yeah. A little.” He's leaning over your body to buckle the belt, and he can smell your perfume, your hair, your freshly-laundered pyjamas.

You offer him a conciliatory smile. “You wanna talk about it?”

“Nice try,” chuckles Dave, even though the urge itches him under the skin. “You comfortable?”

“I’m okay. Are you?”

“Stop doing that.”

“Stop doing what?” You lift a challenging brow.

Dave only says, “Making me want to talk.”

Beside you, Ari laughs. “I’ll talk to you if you want.”

You give Dave your best pointed look through the blindfold. “Thank you, Ari.”

It's dawn by the time the car pulls into Dave’s driveway. He helps you out, letting you stretch your legs before he guides you into the house. He gently urges the blindfold over your head and you blink in the harsh light. “You okay?” he asks.

You briefly cover your eyes with your bound hands. “A little blind. It’s all right. I’m sure you have a lovely home.”

Dave chuckles. “Thanks.”

You grasp for his arm and wrap your hands around it, your eyes still closed. “Okay. Guide me to the basement. I’ll try not to slip.”

He frowns down at you. “Why the basement?”

“What, you don’t have a concrete prison for me?” You crack your eyes open and squint at Dave. “A cell with iron bars?”

“Uh. No. I was going to give you the guest bedroom.”

You release his arm. “Oh.”

Dave doesn't pause to ruminate on your past experience with kidnappings. Your eyes finally adjust and you follow him upstairs to the bedroom across the hall, already made-up with fresh linens.

Your mouth falls open. “This is the nicest jail cell I’ve ever seen.”

“No bars, I’m afraid,” Dave says mirthlessly. “Just a lock on the outside. Sorry.”

“Just protocol,” you say breezily.

The walls are a soothing off-white, the queen-sized bedding white and plush with a flower-patterned comforter atop it. You lift your brows at the sight of the flowers on the nightstand: freshly watered and thriving, not just a leftover decoration. There's a dresser and a plush ottoman at the foot of the bed.

“Did you do all this?” you ask with a sly smile.

Dave checks his watch. You assess the movement: quick and calculated, no time wasted, a quick flick of his wrist so his sleeve no longer obscures the hands. “If you're asking whether I picked the comforter, no.”

“Long shot.” You shrug. “In any case, it looks great.”

“You aren't supposed to sound grateful.” Dave folds his arms over his chest, watching you as you make your way around the room. You have a delicate way of touching things. Your perfectly manicured nails trace gently around the shapes of objects, like you're not so much feeling as reading their auras.

“You could have locked me in a concrete basement,” you point out, opening the top drawer. “Lots of space for a girl with no clothes.”

“I told you,” says Dave, walking up to your side and closing the drawer, “we’ll go back for your things. Tomorrow, okay? For now, you need to eat. You must be hungry.”

“I’ve been hungry since I saw your car outside my window.”

“Right. Well.” Dave wipes his hands on his slacks, hoping you don't notice and accuse him of having an unfulfilled relationship with his father or some shit. “I’ll bring up some food for you. You vegetarian?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Why would I lie about that?”

“Because I…” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “I don't know.”

You point toward the door on your right. “Ensuite?”

It's such a tactically-posed question that his old instincts almost have him saying, Affirmative. Instead, Dave manages a tight “Yes” and backs out of the room before the rest of the air can escape in the whirlpool you create. “Wash up, if you'd like. No one’s going to bother you.”

“You made that clear.” You give him a wry look and leave for the bathroom.

He has his head cook make you an omelette. Kovac and Resnik munch happily on their takeout food at Dave's dinner table and only clean up after themselves because their boss will wrong their necks if they don’t. Dave sits in his office and checks some boxes on the Post-it note he'd left for himself:

Kidnap rich daughter.

Send ransom.

Piss Daddy off.

Check one. Two more to go.

Dave rubs the slope of his nose and stretches out his back. He wonders if you feel as cramped as he does after being stuck inside an armoured car all night. He wonders why he's wondering about you at all. He hears the shower running upstairs and clutches his pen a little harder.

He has a fucking hostage in his own home, using his facilities. He's heard the word stupid uttered idly tonight, his men thinking he's foolish for keeping you so close. The pretty, young, silver-tongued princess who makes coffee for her captors. He hasn't locked the windows. He hasn't removed every sharp item from the room. You can escape if you want. You can try to attack them. But you know better.

Dave feels a bizarre surge of dread. He doesn't know how to deal with a person who shows no fear when Dave York enters their home. He knows how to cooperate through violence and intimidation. The fact that you respond to neither is not just a lack of leverage. It's a lack of power.

Dave stands abruptly from his desk and finds his head cook, Barry, in the kitchen, sprinkling chives onto what is possibly the most beautiful omelette Dave has ever seen. “Jesus,” he mutters. “She get to you, too?”

Barry chuckles. “No, sir. Just doing my job.”

“Yeah, that's what I keep telling myself, too.” Dave folds his arms over his chest. “This looks great. She’ll appreciate it.”

Barry eyes him subtly before returning to his presentation, but Dave notices the glance. Nothing is subtle when you're a soldier. “What's on your mind, chef?”

“Just…” Barry shrugs his broad shoulders. “The girl. Guy’s gotta wonder why she's here, and not…”

“In a concrete basement?” supplies Dave. Barry shrugs again. “I wasn't aware everyone in my house was so concerned with the health and safety of my prisoner.”

“Not concerned, sir,” says Barry, keeping his eyes down. “Just curious.”

“Clip that curiosity before it gets you into trouble, chef. I’ll take this to her room.”

“Yes, sir,” Dave hears behind his back as he makes his way back to you. He knocks twice on your door, the rap of his knuckles soft, and hears some generic shuffling of feet before you're opening it cautiously, peering through the small gap.

It's only when he catches a whiff of your shampooed hair and looks down into your keen eyes that Dave realises—

Why the fuck is he delivering a goddamn omelette to his own goddamn hostage?

Jesus Christ. He's not stupid. He's never been stupid. He crawled his way up out of the seven hells that was his career in the Army. He wrangled together his old buddies and created a profiting security company. He kills for money and he's never found out. He knows what he's doing.

Except for right fucking now.

You're dressed in a large sweatshirt and a pair of shorts from the dresser. They're both a bit threadbare and mismatched, but you make them look fashionable. Your hair is damp, and you peer at the omelette in his hands.

“That's the most beautiful omelette I’ve ever seen,” you say. “Don't think you can fool me into believing you made that.”

Dave blinks. “Should I be offended?”

You narrow your eyes. “Do you take offence to many things when you kill people for a living? I would think everything sort of slides off.”

Dave’s jaw goes taut. “Are you going to take the plate or just play mind games all night?”

“I’ll take the plate,” you say, opening the door wide, “but I don't see why it has to be one or the other.”

Dave hands you the omelette and feels a bit prideful seeing the clear hunger in your posture. You take a seat at the small, circular table in the bedroom and pull out the other chair for him. “You might as well sit,” you tell him. “You look like you're itching over there.”

Dave should go. He should lock you inside and leave you to your own devices while he gets his guys to bring you food and does his fucking job. He should be mean to you. He should threaten you to behave.

He sits across from you.

You eat exactly how he expects: reserved, taught, precise. Napkin on your lap, back straight. You only speak once you've swallowed and wipe your mouth after every few bites, even when there's nothing there. Dave can see your ravenous hunger, but your behaviour is learned. It’s habit. You've grown up in restraints.

You angle your fork and knife to indicate that you're pausing your meal. “My compliments to the chef.”

Dave, amused by the details of the way you eat, leans back in his chair. “He’ll be happy to have them. My guys are like stray dogs; they don't appreciate a good meal.”

You smirk. “Men tend to eat at their food, rather than eat with it.”

“Am I supposed to ask my food on a date?”

“That's up to you.” Digging back into your omelette, you wait until you swallow before speaking again. Dave hinges on each syllable. “But it might feel more flattered that way.”

“Thanks for the note.”

“Are you happy, Dave?”

He rears back slightly. “What?”

“I asked if you're happy. Do you like what you do?” You finish your omelette and drop your chin into your palm. “Do you like who you are?”

The only light in the room comes from the floor lamp. You seem energy-conscious, consuming as little space and light as possible. Your eyes are soft and curious, your lashes spidery on your cheeks. The width of your pupils sucks him in like the centre of a whirlpool. He wishes more than ever that he stocked this room with alcohol.

“I…” Dave shakes his head. “I don’t know. Should I be?”

“You have a very nice home,” you tell him. “Your cook makes great food. You have authority over some very strong men who like to make crude jokes about blindfolded women. I can understand if you’re happy with your life.”

“Yeah, well.” Dave pinches the bridge of his nose. “Maybe it’s more complicated than having nice things.”

Your smile is wicked. “One must imagine Sisyphus happy,” you say. “Except for Dave York.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “His life is only a death sentence that never kills. Nobody can imagine Sisyphus happy.”

“Maybe you can't imagine it because you don't know what it means to be happy.” The way you hold eye contact makes him jittery. It feels like a challenge—like trying to keep a foothold on the edge of a cliff. If he slips, you win.

“Maybe I don’t.” Dave tilts his head. “Do you?”

You readjust in your seat, drawing a knee up to your chest and resting your chin on it. “Do you know how many times I’ve been taken from my home, Dave?”

His hand curls into a fist atop the table. “I don't want to know—”

“Seventeen since you,” you supply. “Usually never for more than a few hours or a night. Most times, it's because my father pissed someone off, and the men who take me can't conceive of another way to pay him back than to kidnap a woman from her safe place.”

You give him a pointed look and guilt engulfs the discomforting curiosity weighing on his chest. Dave clears his throat.

“That's why I have to imagine Sisyphus happy,” you say softly. “Because if he can’t be happy, doomed to live the same existence over and over, then I can’t ever be free.”

“I think,” Dave says slowly, his voice a swipe of sharp nails in the silence, “that if Sisyphus is truly happy, it only means I’m a bad person.”

Your eyes blink sleepily. “What makes you say that?”

“I did this to myself,” he tells you. “Getting into this life.”

“I don't think that's necessarily true. You're a soldier. This country isn't kind to people like you.”

“No. It isn't. But I still made this choice.” Dave sweeps a hand around the room. “You're here because I killed. Hurt people. Made enemies. I’ve let myself accept the things I do, but if I let myself be happy about all of this, then…”

“You’ll begin to wonder if you're an evil man.”

“No,” he says, looking down at the scattered chives on your empty plate. “I’m already an evil man. I just don't want to be happy about it.”

“Evil people don't go around lamenting their own evilness.” You smile at him and all he thinks is, I don't deserve that. “Maybe Sisyphus isn't happy. Maybe he’s resigned. But maybe there's something in the comfort of his everyday. If he can get even a little bit faster, a bit stronger at pushing the rock, he's making it easier. Maybe everything doesn't always have to be the same.”

He's never thought about it like that. Dave sighs, rubbing his jaw. “Your dad ever tell you you're a pain in the ass?”

You chew on your lower lip and it's the first indication he’s seen that you're remotely troubled. “If he noticed, he certainly wouldn't mention it.”

Dave doesn’t like the way light flees from your smart, incisive eyes. There’s a sharpness to their edges now, and it makes him feel cold, down to the bone. “There isn't a person in the world who wouldn't notice you.”

You lift your brows. “Maybe I should inform him. He’ll be surprised to hear that.”

Dave feels his mouth twitch at the corner. “Not the best dad, then.”

“He isn't winning any awards, though it might make him work harder at it if he knew that. He likes that I behave. He likes me quiet and prim and smiling and decidedly not ruining his reputation.”

“Sounds like he wants a houseplant, not a daughter,” mutters Dave.

You hum ponderously. “Do you think he’ll be happy if I wear more green?”

Dave laughs and covers it by clearing his throat. “Yeah. Maybe. We can try when I give you back to him.”

Your eyes glitter with a thrilling air of mischief. “You can give me back to my quiet, empty home, Dave. I’ll get under my covers, pour a glass of wine, light a candle, and regret that I didn’t annoy you more.” You lift your fork in mock-toast. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” echoes Dave softly, lifting your used knife. The utensils clatter together in the air, and the room goes silent for a long while.

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dongfuck · 1 year

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His Wish - l.dh

pairing: stranger!haechan x fem!reader

genre: angst, a little fluff, smut

warnings: consensual sex (figured i had to state that considering the plot), blowjob, cum swallowing, blindfold, teasing, fingering, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, degradation, anal, cum inside (not where you think it is)

wc: 4.8k

note: very weird plot but it grows on you

taglist: @smuchsmut , @nctgirlok297 , @jenojammin , @matchahyuck , @johnniverse , @220513080208 , @ablackbtsstan , @tyongspice1

[ hyckiesncream ] : hello pretty :)

[ hyckiesncream ] : i see you’re ignoring me again

[ hyckiesncream ] : that’s okay. you’ll learn to appreciate me one day

You stared at your phone as you contemplated whether or not to answer this stranger’s dms. You have looked at their profile once in a while but it’s always the same; pictures of his dog and nothing more. You sighed for the nth time that day and switched off your phone before you continued to watch the newly released series on Netflix, Friday. As you were focused on the TV, you heard another chime coming from your phone. You took a peek at the notification and that’s when something the person from earlier said caught your interest.

[ hyckiesncream ] : i know you’re reading this.

[ hyckiesncream ] : aren’t you the slightest bit curious to know who I am?

[ hyckiesncream ] : i would recommend you replying if you are. I’m about to get really generous

Sighing in defeat, you lifted your phone and decided to finally reply to whatever bullshit game he was playing on you.

you: what if I say I am?

[ hyckiesncream ] : dang you really replied

you: just say what you have to say or I’m blocking you

[ hyckiesncream ] : and I wonder why you chose not to in the first place

you: i’m leaving

[ hyckiesncream ] : i know you.

you: ofc you do. it’s me who doesn’t know you.

[ hyckiesncream ] : no you know me. we’ve met before

you: what? where?

[ hyckiesncream ] : i’ll explain that if you agree to go out with me this Saturday

you: hell no

[ hyckiesncream ] : then i guess you’re never finding out who i am

you: fine! where do you want to meet?

You stood by the frozen fountain with your arms crossed as you waited for your date to arrive. The stranger to be specific. You looked around the around at the empty park before realisation dawns upon you. This is some dangerous shit you’re doing. Your breathing turned heavy after you looked down at your watch and realised that he was 10 minutes late. Thinking this was probably a bad idea and he most likely stood you up, you decided to leave the place. With a heavy heart at that.

But just as you were about to open the door to your car. A voice spoke to you. The voice high pitched and almost female-like but you knew from the slight rasp in his voice that it was a male. He’s the guy that you were waiting for just a minute ago. “Y/n.” the man said. Gulping harshly, you twisted your head his direction and there he was, the guy that has been dming you for the past three months, standing right before you. You couldn’t make out his face though. It was a dark night and the only source of light was from the street lights. Which was so dim that the only thing you could make of him was his shadow.

He was tall… and broad. And the way he said your name ran a cold shiver down your spine. At that moment, you felt like the coldness radiating off him was colder than the air in the dark night. You felt scared. He had this aura that would keep you awake at night and just hope to survive it. But oddly enough, there’s also something so romantic about it. About the way he makes you feel so uncomfortable. So afraid. Your eyes fluttered as you tried to make out the man standing in front of you but nothing comes to mind. “Who are you?” you said in a hushed voice. Almost not wanting him to hear it.

“I’m aware it’s dark but you can’t possibly not remember me, can you? I’m quite hard to forget.” You couldn’t see him, but you knew he had an eyebrow raised and the way he spoke just brings this sense of familiarity to you. Like you’ve heard it somewhere before. Like you’ve once grown a liking towards it. “I don’t know…” your gaze shifted to the ground as you played with the car door with your left hand. You felt your breathing halt when the man leaned in so close to your face that you’d kiss the moment you lift your head up. “Still don’t recognise me now?” you knew you shouldn’t have. You knew you shouldn’t have looked him in the face but the moment you raised your head, you could feel his nose bumping against yours as you stared at the smirk carved on his face.

At the exact moment, you knew who the fuck you were dealing with. And there’s no backing out. Your eyes flickered to his before you immediately pushed him away as you took a few steps back out of instinct and watched him properly raise his body with both hands in his pockets. “Donghyuck…” your mouth quivered as you said his name, full of fright. “That’s me. I knew you had it in you.” Donghyuck chuckled lowly before he let out a moan and stared at the starless night. “Beautiful night isn’t it? So dark and bright at the same time.” he smiled and looked back down on you. The way his gaze was fixed on you has you fidgeting with the hem of your sweater. He’s making you feel all sorts of things and he knows it. In fact, he’s even proud of it.

Donghyuck wants you to be scared of him. It gets him off. But that was only because he knows you enjoyed it as much as he does. He loves seeing you get all nervous and panicky around him. He couldn’t be more than happy to see you like this. Especially in the dead of night. “You’ve proven yourself pathetic once again, my love. I thought you’d be better at hiding those emotions after all these years.” Slowly, he took small steps towards you as he tilted his head slightly. “Please, just… just stay away from me…” you bit your lower lip softly, not sparing him a single glance. “You and I both know that’s the last thing you’d want. In fact, you’re enjoying this aren’t you? The thrill of being cornered like this has you a whore, isn’t that right?”

He just kept walking and walking until you had nowhere else to go and you’re now up against a brick wall that you were sure you hadn’t seen before. You sucked in a deep breath once you noticed that he was closing up all the distance between you two with how close he was getting. The trees shivers around you as you finally meet the eyes of the man that has seen so many sides of you that you never display, the cold breeze hitting you right in the face. His eyes were… what’s the word it… hypnotising. The second you looked into them, you felt the air suddenly being knocked out of your lungs and you felt like you couldn’t breathe.

You held onto Donghyuck’s chest before looking the other way and starting to cough breathlessly. You heard the man chuckle at this. Seeming to enjoy the way you act when you’re with him. “Still can’t look at me in the eye, ey? You never change.” He wasn’t looking at you nor was he paying any attention to you. He simply held your hand that was stiff on his chest to prevent you from falling face first onto the cold hard cement floor. “Be careful.” he laughed at the sight of you. It was a genuine laugh, you could tell. And it made you smile. Not that Donghyuck noticed though. It was too dark.

It took you about two minutes to calm yourself down and once you finally did, you looked back up at him. This time with more confidence. “How’d you find me?” you were asking a question but your tone made it seem like you didn’t want him to answer. “I mean it was pretty hard not to. All of your social media accounts seemed to be blowing up all of a sudden and I’d see you everywhere. It’s not like I’d intended on even following your Instagram in the first place but I was tempted to. You tempted me Y/n and it’s not my fault that we meet again. It was all on you really.” you clenched his shirt in your palms and you made sure he felt it. How dare this guy say that it’s your fault everything’d happened when in reality, there were so many things he could’ve done to prevent this.

“Excuse me? Am I hearing you right? I’m the one at fault here? You could’ve simply blocked me on all accounts. That way, you wouldn’t have to see me again. I haven’t even thought of you since that night until today. When you have me all up against a wall with my car unlocked. You know anyone could come and steal my car right now?” you furrowed your eyebrows at him in anger as you gestured towards your car with the door still wide open. Just waiting for anyone to come get her.

You saw the way Donghyuck rolled his eyes at you. The action was almost as if he meant it for you to feel like he was mocking you. Like you’re some dumb girl who doesn’t know anything but talk shit and he’s the one who has to correct you every time. You were annoyed. I mean, you might’ve gotten turned on a second ago but now you’re just annoyed. “Y/n, Y/n, Y/n. I would’ve if I could, you know? I mean I was this close to blocking and reporting you for inappropriate content,” At this, you looked at him with wide eyes. What about your content did he find inappropriate? Did he feel seduced by your content? All you ever posted was pictures of your cat and sometimes you too whenever you felt hot.

“But I couldn’t. And you know exactly why. Plus, this place is deserted, Y/n. For fucks sake, look around. Have you seen anyone else here besides us? No. So what does that mean? That means we’re safe. And a safe town means a safe car. Got it?” Donghyuck took his right arm and placed his palm to the wall on your right as he looked at you expectingly. You were at lost for words. How could he be so good at convincing you that everything is fine without sounding like some psycho that just wants to get in your pants? His demeanour couldn’t have been more romantic. And you liked that.

You liked the way his soft voice melodised in your ears and in that moment, you thought him beautiful. No matter how harsh he can be at times, you always know that he’d never do anything to harm you. But your next words were a total contrast to your thoughts. “I hate you.” your voice laced with venom. Different from his that was soft and light. “And you still have your hand on my chest.” said Donghyuck matter-of-factly. The words you said didn’t seem to affect him one bit and you were pissed. You thought it would at least change the way he looked at you but no. It was as if you were talking to a chair.

Since the mention of your still hand, you decided to move it. Not take it away though. You simply moved it lower and lower until you’ve reached the dip of his waist. You always admired his waist. The way they curved perfectly had you curling. Of course, you envied him a little about it but it can’t help but be one of your favourite body parts on him. “Got a little bold, I see.” he laughed it off but you just hummed, tugging him closer to you occasionally. You noticed the way Donghyuck gulped even with little to no lighting and you knew this was turning him on. You too, were turned on. But he wouldn’t find out until later. You’re too good at hiding it.

You lifted your head slightly to meet his eyes because of the height difference and took note of the way there were beads of sweat aligned under the thin layer of his smooth brown hair that stuck to his forehead. How is he sweating in a weather like this? you thought. Pulling away your hand from his waist, you now took both of your hands and placed them on his neck. Massaging the skin gently with the pads of your thumbs. “Y/n…” his right hand that was on the wall quivered before it fell to your hips, his hands keeping you warm. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own when it starts to lean forwards towards Hyuck who had his eyes shut.

Your lips were leaving wet kisses along his jawline and cheekbones until one point, you were so close to his lips that he just couldn’t take it anymore. Donghyuck slightly shifts his face so that his lips met yours before he melted into it just like you did. Your lips moved against each other as you sucked on his upper lip. His tongue licked a swipe across your bottom lip and you gave the pink muscle a peck of approval at that. He seemed to be holding himself back too much so you pulled away from the kiss and left a trail of saliva from his lips leading towards his neck before you gave little kisses to the moles littering his tan skin. Just as you were about to take his leather jacket off, he immediately stops you by holding both of your shoulders and detaching your lips form his neck.

“Not the right place. Let’s go.”

You stumbled into Hyuck’s apartment as you made out along the way to his room. You knew this place all too well. It was almost like it was your second home. Until that night. You couldn’t forget it no matter how much you try to. It’ll always haunt the back of your mind and there will always be something that’ll trigger the memory back. There always has. For example, right now. The scent of his favourite chocolate scented candle filled the place and you couldn’t help but sigh into the kiss at the feeling. You’ve always loved the smell of his scented candles. Every time, it was the same pattern all over again. Chocolate, vanilla, caramel. If it’s chocolate today, it’d be vanilla on the next.

As you were pushed onto the bed of his room, you couldn’t help but look around and notice the tidiness and how much he paid attention to the details of his room. The furnitures were neatly arranged and even the albums on his shelf were colour-coordinated. Standing up from the bed, you nodded subconsciously in approval of his way of doing things. “You’ve got a great place.” you compliment. “Can you please not keep me waiting?” Donghyuck sounded impatient and needy with each word that left his mouth but that’s more of a reason to tease him. “Relax, we’ve got all night.” you assured him after walking up to his sitting position on the edge of the bed and rubbing his clothed arm up and down. “Nu uh. Not until morning. Did you forget what day it is tomorrow?” he squinted his eyes at you.

What day is it tomorrow? Is it a special day? Do you have to know what day it is— Oh my God. How could you have forgotten? The best day of the year. It’s fucking Christmas tomorrow. “Oh shit.” you stared at him with wide eyes and a racing mind. “Jesus fucking Christ, Y/n. You love Christmas. At least you used to. Can’t believe you forgot.” he snickered with a teasing glint in his eyes. “I still do! It’s just… I got so caught up in the heat of the m— Wait. Why do I even need to explain anything to you? It’s not a sin to forget Christmas.” you stated and Hyuck simply shrugs at this. But then you saw it. The boner in his pants. He’s gonna get blue balls if you keep this up. You would’ve felt sympathy towards him but something about making him beg and plead has you thinking.

Should I? Wouldn’t it be a sight of a lifetime? The thoughts were running wild in your mind and Hyuck seems to be taking note of the way you stood still without uttering a single word. “You okay? I’m worried.” he reached out a hand to you and caressed it with his. Maybe I shouldn’t… he’s so nice… But the way his eyes softened at the sight of you has you on a chokehold. He’d look perfect wouldn’t he? No, no. That wouldn’t be nice. Alas, you chose not to seeing as you’re in a good mood and you wouldn’t want to get on Hyuck’s nerves. “Yeah, I’m… I’m fine.” you shook your head side to to side to get rid of the earlier thoughts and surprisingly enough, you’ve found yourself seated on his lap, arms around his neck.

Immediately, his lips are attached to your neck, smothering open-mouthed kisses all over. A sense of déjà vu shoots through you at the familiarity of the feeling. You almost felt like you were reliving your life two years ago with Donghyuck up against you like this. He lips moved the same way it used to. So skilfully and teasingly. He knows his way around you, that’s for sure. And at times, you get slightly embarrassed at this because of how well he knows you. “Hyuck…” you tugged at the ends of his hair and tightened your hold around his neck by a fraction.

His left hand slid its way down your ass before he squeezes it gently in his palm. You let out a squeal of delight at the action as you bit your lower lip desperately. “Hyuck s-stop…” your words came out less than a mere mutter but you were sure that Donghyuck heard it. “What’s wrong?” he lifted his head from the crook of your neck and searched for your eyes in worry. “Nothing I just… fuck it.” you got off his lap, kneeled in front of him and hurriedly unbuckled his belt before pulling out his hard cock from his boxers and popping it into your mouth. “Y/n— Shit.” he gripped the top of your head and threw his head back lewdly.

He looks so pretty like this, doesn’t he? The way his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and his thighs shaking on either sides of your head. The sight of it all is simply… seductive. So much so that you wish you could’ve taken a picture. Your head moved along his length just the way he liked it: fast and messy. Figuring you could take more of him, you lowered your head until his tip met the back of your throat, you gagging a little on the way there. “Bloody Christ.” said Donghyuck airily as he moans contently. Your tongue patterned its way along the base of his dick in zigzags and he seemed to be enjoying it when strings of curses left his gaping mouth.

“Fuck— I’m close… S-So fucking c-lose…” his thighs shook again and you reached a hand to his neglected sack and began massaging it in your palm. “Shit!” just as he exclaimed, ropes of white splurged down your throat with a loud groan from the man above you. His release seemed never ending as it kept filling your mouth until drops of hot liquid began dripping down the corners of your mouth. “Swallow. All of it.” he grimaced as he pulled his cock out of your mouth and watched you swallow every bit of him. You held eye contact with him as you felt the thick liquid run down your bruised throat easily. When you’d thought you finished, you stared up at him in await of what’s next. “You can’t possibly be done, can you?”

Donghyuck took his thumb to the corners of your lips and pushed in the remaining cum into your mouth, making sure you really swallow all of him. The sweet salty taste of him has you trembling in front of him. Your shut your eyes slowly as you savoured the taste on your tongue, taking your time swallowing it all. Once you opened your eyes again, he was already staring at you like you’re some kind of prey. You felt so small under his gaze so you looked away from him and focused on everything but Donghyuck. He seemed to notice this when he suddenly laughs silently, as if mocking you. “Are you really scared of me? When you literally just sucked my dick off?”

When you didn’t answer, he manhandles you onto the bed behind him before climbing above you and looking straight into your eyes. When the fuck did he get this strong? “You look so pretty like this, Y/n.” he took a finger and traced your jaw smoothly. The feeling would’ve been soothing but the way his finger moves made it feel ticklish. So ticklish that you let out a small giggle before holding onto his arm. “What’s so funny?” you could see the way his lips twitched as if trying to hold back a smile and you burst into a fit of laughter at this. Instinctively, you threw your hands over him and hid yourself in the crook of his neck to conceal your embarrassment. “You know what, I think we might need to cover your eyes.”

He reached for his drawer and pulls out a black velvet piece of fabric. Except it’s not just a fabric, it’s a blindfold. “Donghyuck.” you said in a tone full of warning. You weren’t the most fond of not being able to see during sex. Sure, not seeing does heighten your senses but you want to be able to know what you’re dealing with, y’know? Or maybe you just like being in control. “What? You like it.” he shrugged knowingly. “No, I don’t.” It was the truth. You didn’t. “Well, you might just have to get used to it.” he smiled sweetly at you before wrapping the fabric around your hand. “Hyuck.” you called for him once again. This time, your hand was on his arm to stop him. “It’s not an option, Y/n.” his slender fingers worked behind your head to tie the piece in place and you finally accepted defeat when you let go of his arm.

“Fuck you.” you said. “Mhm. Good luck with that.” And with that he leaned back to take a good look at you but now you couldn’t see anything but pitch black. You unconsciously touched your covered eyes before your hands fall back in complete loss of hope. “Aren’t you just the cutest?” Donghyuck giggled softly and pinched your cheeks in a way that you’d do when you see babies. “Shut up or I’ll have you down my throat again but this time I’m biting it off.” He couldn’t see it but he sure could sense the way your eyes sent a glare his way which he gulped soundlessly at.

Out of a sudden, you felt the cool breeze hitting your lower half and only then did you realise: he’s stripped you bare and the only clothing you have left is your sweater and your bra. Just then two of his fingers prodded your lips and you instantly part them for him, not wasting any time and began sucking and licking them. Hard. Your tongue slid between his fingers and you licked the bottom of it as a moan slipped your mouth. Slowly, Hyuck pulled them out and teased your clit with them in small circles. “Donghyuck— Fuck—” you released a small moan when his hands began moving at a faster pace on your clit.

Just as you were at the brink of an orgasm, he suddenly stuffs his fingers inside you, his movements not once faltering. He always knew how to please you. Knows the spots that would make you cum all over his fingers within seconds. Seconds that seem too long for you to handle when he’s pleasuring you like no one else can. It hurts. The way his fingers grazed your walls so deliciously and hitting that spot over and over again hurts. But you like it. The pain it serves feeds to your needs and you couldn’t ask for anything more.

His fingers curls inside you and there’s this shit-eating smug grin on his face that you’d wish you could wipe off if you were to witness it. You couldn’t see him but you knew he was enjoying this. A little too much though. “Can you stop being so annoying— Fuck!” he keeps hitting your sweet spot like it’s some kind of punching bag. Moans and curses left your lips as he keeps getting off on your sounds. “What was that, baby? I’m fucking annoying? Yeah? Am I now?” he attached his red lips to your swollen clit before starting to suck on it, his fingers still working wonders on you. “H-Hyuck… C-Close… So close…” Right then, you released all over his face and fingers with a loud moan.

“Fuck, taste so good, baby.” Donghyuck gave your sex one last kiss before getting up and aligning his cock to your entrance. Not forgetting to tease your pussy with it before. “You ready?” he asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “Just put it in, already.” There was a soft chuckle coming from the man in front of you before he finally slides himself inside you. Only halfway though. “S-o tight, baby…” he spoke through gritted teeth and a hold on the bed frame. “Hyuck…” you whimpered as you clenched on the bed sheets on your sides. He began dragging his cock in and out of you at an agonisingly slow pace and you couldn’t help but want more.

“Deeper…” you breathed out softly and to be frank, you were quite afraid of asking things from him when you know he’d be blackmailing with every word that you say. “Deeper? My baby’s a little whore isn’t she?” despite his teasing, he still placed his length deeper inside you until his balls was kissing your ass. “Hyuck!” you yelled out in pain as you gripped on his shoulder harshly. His movements began speeding up and you could feel his skin slapping against yours painfully. “Bloody hell.” groaning loudly, he flipped you over and placed you on all fours before spitting on your asshole and entering two fingers into it.

Your eyes went wide at this (not that he’d notice though) since you’ve only done anal once. And that was with Donghyuck so he probably knows how to do it. Pulling them out hurriedly, he replaced his fingers with his cock instead and moved in sloppy movements. “Hyuck! Please…” your breathing started turning ragged and heavy as your back arched slowly. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you? Getting your ass fucked by a big cock like this.” you let out a strangled moan at this and he took that as an agreement. “I’ll take that as a yes.” he smirked as he pounded into you almost too aggressively. But you didn’t mind though. You like it rough. “You talk too fucking much Lee Donghyuck.”

You fucked back onto him by pushing back your ass and right then, his semen came filling your ass up to the brim. Giving a few last thrust to your gaping hole, he finally pulls out of you and stare at the cum dripping from your ass with admiration. “So pretty.” a hand of his caressed the tender skin as he placed little pecks on it. “Can you take the fucking blindfold off now?” you plead with annoyance laced in your voice. “If you ask nicely.” he offered with a shrug that went unnoticed by you. “Can you please take this blindfold off for me now, Hyuck?” laughing a little, Donghyuck untied the velvet that was wrapped around your head and turned you over before giving you a kiss on your lips.

Tilting his head slightly to look at the clock at his desk, he smiled a little before looking back at you and saying the words, “Merry Christmas, Y/n.” he gave you a peck on the cheek and looked into your eyes with adoration in them. “Merry Christmas, Lee Donghyuck.”

only a few hours till christmassss FUCK IM EXCITED

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bookshelf-dust · 2 years

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god, this place is such a shit hole.

billy hargrove x gn!reader

word count: 1,857

warnings: swearing, smoking/tobacco usage (don't smoke it will kill you, but let's pretend it won't for a bit), fluffy fluff

a/n: hi!! i originally wrote this with a female reader in mind, but i didn't actually end up writing any description of the reader, other than that they have hair long enough to tie up :) i decided to maybe upload some of my favorite stories from my wattpad here occasionally, so i hope you like this!! i think it's pretty damn cute. <333

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You found yourself at a most infatuating Hawkins High football game. Infatuating in that you could not fathom why anyone gave a shit about the sport.

But still, you showed, because your friends had wanted to go. Wanted to sit in the student section, cheering on the players they wanted to go out with.

And you felt like you needed some traditional high school bullshit, having not given a shit much as of late, and so you agreed to join them.

But as you stood there, on top of the bleachers, ratty-ass flannel fluttering in the wind, you were bored out of your mind. It was cold tonight, and all the screaming was giving you headache. You'd learned from your experience as a freshman to never buy anything from the canteen, so there was nothing you could do about your being hungry.

Your 'friends' were too enveloped in guessing dick sizes to notice you anymore anyways, and you decided that it was time to give it up. They weren't really your friends, anyways. Not exactly. Just people you talked to at school. They didn't know you very well, you didn't really want them to, and vice versa.

You hopped up the stairs and strolled out to the parking lot, walking to your car, gently situating yourself on its hood. You dug around in your pockets for the pack of Marlboros you'd been harboring in there and pulled one out, tucking it behind your ear before getting out your lighter.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glint of a familiar blue. A blue you happened to like very much.

In the spot next to yours, was that sexy ass blue Camaro. The very same one belonging to Billy Hargrove. The Billy Hargrove you'd seen around, but never really talked to. More so admiring said sexy ass car whenever you could. Him on occasion.

You turned back to retrieving your lighter, noticing a figure coming your direction, assuming it was someone else ditching the game. You cupped your left hand around the cigarette, lighting it with the other, whilst hearing increasingly close footsteps on the gravel beneath you.

"You mind?" A voice asked.

Looking up, you made eye contact with Billy Hargrove. The one you'd just been thinking about. He had a cigarette of his own is his hand, and you picked up on the fact that he was asking you for a light.

"Nope," you responded, and igniting the flame with your thumb, he stepped closer to you, cigarette between his lips, successfully catching the end in the flame.

"Thanks," he said around his cigarette. "'M Billy, by the way." He held out his hand to you, and you shook it, noticing how both of his covered yours for a few seconds. You knew his name, but thought it was oddly sweet of him to introduce himself.

"No problem.” You told him your name.

He moved to settle himself against the Camaro, taking a long drag, looking out in the direction of the overly bright stadium lights and the source of screaming. "God, this place is such a shit hole."

That drew a laugh from you, and he looked over, smirking and running his tongue along his front teeth. "I take it you don't like it here?" You set your cigarette between your lips, pulling the scrunchie from your wrist and tying your hair up at the base of your neck, sick of the wind tossing it.

Billy laughed. "Wouldn't say that, no."

"I imagine it's quite the downgrade from California," you started, "but I don't like the beach, so..." You trailed off, noticing the breathy laugh he let out.

"You don't like the beach?"

You shook your head at him. "I don't like hot weather. Or being surrounded by hundreds of assholes. Those things usually accompany the beach."

"Bet the assholes are still around when it's plenty hot enough in Hawkins, though," he argued. "At least there's water at the beach."

"Fair point. Think maybe I'd like it in the fall or the winter. Ocean's probably happier then, what without all the tourists."

"It is nice in the winter. Used to go walk up and down the beach when I needed to get away from home. Usually no one around that time of year. This is the first one I don't get to do that," he told you, stomping out the butt of his cigarette on the gravel.

"You miss it?" He almost looked sad, like he was remembering and longing for something.

"Fuck yeah, I do. Wish I could afford to go back, even just for a little bit." You didn't know what to say to that, but understood, since life wasn't cheap, and you weren't rich, so you just smiled at him instead.

"'M sorry you don't like it here," you told him, hopping down to stomp out your own. "But I think it has its perks. At least I've started to feel that way, getting older. Lucky you showed up in fall, when it's prettiest."

He looked at you then, and his eyes softened.

No one had ever spoken to Billy Hargrove like this. Especially not since he got to Indiana. It was like he was this specialty item, from some far away place, and everyone wanted a piece. No one had stopped to have an actual fucking conversation with him.

"'S okay. And I can't argue with that. Trees aren't as pretty back home." You both stood there, in comfortable silence for a few minutes, listening to far off cheering, the buzzing of the scoreboard. You kicked a rock across the parking lot, debating on what you were going to do next.

"I take it you don't like football?" He asked, copying your question from earlier.

"Not even a little bit," you laughed. "My friends wanted to come, and I thought I should have at least a few stereotypical high school situations under my belt, so here I am. You?"

He shrugged. "Not really. I was just bored. Didn't want to be at home." You nodded in understanding.

Really, Billy didn't want to deal with his dad's shit tonight, so he thought claiming to go to a school function would be good enough.

He looked at you then, something mischievous forming in his eyes. "You wanna get out of here or something? You hungry?"

"Yeah, actually. Where you wanna go?" You questioned.

"Wherever you want."

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Billy followed you to Benny's, which had been kept open by his family ever since he passed. They had good ass milkshakes, and you had only gotten progressively more hungry.

You led him inside to a booth in the corner, plopping down and looking at menu, even though you knew what you wanted. "You ever been here before?" You asked him.

He shook his head.

"Anything you'd recommend?" Billy inquired, shrugging his jacket off and setting it on the booth beside him. He grinned at you when he caught you looking at his arms and his chest, since his shirt was left unbuttoned pretty low.

"They have good milkshakes. And everything else is pretty good, food wise. I've never had anything I didn't like. Guess it depends on how hungry you are."

"Pretty damn hungry," he told you, making you laugh.

Eventually, a waitress came out and took your orders. You both ended up getting burgers and fries, but you also got a chocolate milkshake.

You talked throughout your meal, and you felt like you could sit and talk with him for hours. You couldn't remember the last time it felt like someone actually cared about what you had to say.

At one point, Billy looked at you funny, slowly realizing that you had a shirt on with a worn and familiar logo on it.

"Did I spill or something?" You joked.

Billy realized it was a Metallica shirt. And the logo was the very same one matching the Kill 'Em All poster in his room. He hadn't come across anyone with similar music taste to him since being in Hawkins, the preppy shitheads being the only ones having latched themselves onto him.

"No, I just...like your shirt."

"Oh! Thank you. I wear it too much, I think, I'm starting to wear holes in the hem." He chuckled at you. "I'm assuming the look was because you like them too."

God, he felt like a kid in a candy store. He was genuinely excited to have something in common with you.

"Yeah. I have that poster in my room."

You smiled at him. "Yeah? I have one, but it's just a group picture." You sipped on your milkshake, both of you just looking at each other.

He knew right then and there that he wasn't going to let you slip through his fingers. You were special. He'd never felt this giddy around someone before.

Billy's eyes found your almost-drained-shake. "Damn, I wish I had gotten one of those."

"You want some?" You pushed the glass towards him a little.

"You sure?" He asked, blue eyes glinting in the fluorescent lights of the diner. You nodded at him. He took a sip, the green of the straw a strong contrast from the pink of his lips.

"That's really fuckin' good," he said, smile spreading across his face. A genuine one that reached his eyes, and made you smile too. He ran his thumb across his bottom lip, and you tracked the motion. He was gorgeous. There was no other way to describe it.

The waitress came by shortly after, collecting your dishes, and Billy stood to pay. "Hey, you don't have to," you started, gently grasping his sleeve as you rose from the booth.

"'S okay, I want to."

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When the both of you made it outside, you stopped, standing in front of him as he leaned against your car. "Ah!" You exclaimed, sticking your finger up in the air, and opening your car door, leaning across to dig a napkin and pen out of the glove box.

He noticed how your tongue stuck out in concentration as you tore the napkin in two, and scribbled on one side. "Here!" You presented the flimsy paper to him, your number scrawled across it.

You handed him the pen. "Your turn." He smiled that oh so good smile again, folding the napkin and putting it carefully in his jacket before slipping you his.

Billy straightened, looking at you. "Thanks for tonight. I had a really good time." And meant it.

Billy leaned in, kissing your cheek, and you felt your face heat, which only made him happier.

"We could always come back. Get you your own milkshake. Maybe this weekend? Make a day of it? Unless you're busy!" You stopped yourself, worrying you'd been too forward or that he was actually busy.

He took your hand. "I don't think I could ever be too busy for you. And I'd like that very much. I'll call you, yeah?"

"Yeah." He let your hand slip from his, and you immediately missed the calloused feel of it.

"'Night," he called to you, slipping into the Camaro.

"Goodnight, Billy."

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ericsprincess · 7 months

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i can't stop for you and me

nc-17, Sung Hanbin/Reader, office au, lawyer!reader, also bully!reader (kinda), doormat!Hanbin, cunnilingus

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A/N: Reparations ;) This is a gift for a friend. I'm not a ZB1 fan and I don't know them well, so I hope it’s at least a little bit of a fitting scenario for Hanbin.

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Fucking CUTE. You think while spinning your pen between your fingers. You’re sitting behind your big wooden desk, peeking over the dossier that you’ve been pretending to read for the past 15 minutes, your eyes scanning through the office in front of you, until they find your favorite target - your new pretty assistant, Hanbin.

To be honest, he’s not even doing anything particularly cute, he’s quite literally just doing his job, staring into a computer screen and typing occasionally. He’s that pretty and adorable just by existing, with his delicate porcelain doll face and black hair.

I should have hired that old lady, you lament, but you know it’s bullshit. You knew you’re gonna give him a job offer the moment he walked into the meeting room for his interview, all fresh from school and excited to start his career. He looked so proper and polite, thoughtfully answering every question, even daring to blush and sweat under your scrutiny. You took one brief look at his CV to check if he’s qualified enough, and he was. There might have been better, more experienced candidates, but you decided to do this thing for you, just this once. Treat yourself.

And now it’s coming back at you in full force.

This is not good. This is a problem. His presence makes you feel things and all of them are inappropriate at the very least.

It’s not helping that he would obviously bend over backwards to make you happy. You don’t even need to finish the question and he’s already eagerly rushing to complete whatever unnecessary task you made up this time. No request is dumb enough for him to object, and you actually tried. He would just happily go about his way to fulfill it. You could send him to sort cases by alphabetical order backwards and he would just ask when it’s supposed to be done. Sometimes you like to ruffle his feathers a little more by giving him work that he’s clearly not ready for, like that one time where you made him give a presentation to your client instead of yourself. You actually thought he’s going to faint, but somehow he powered through it just by sheer determination, earning an approving smile and nod from you, going all red in reply.

Not to say that thanks to his good looks he solved your perpetual problem of missing partner at every work function and dumb dinner party with clients. Now you get to drag your handsome assistant along as your plus one to every event, where you can not only parade him around, but also enjoy him fussing over your comfort, bringing you drinks, holding your coat or bag and even driving you home. You can see the jealousy in others and it makes you secretly happy.

You wouldn’t be able to do that, if you hired that old lady.

And even today, despite being already long past his shift, he still decided to stay working late, just because you did. The office is already empty and dark, the only sole source of light shining on his face is his computer screen in his cubicle and the light coming out of your glass walled office.

He rubs his eyes.

You slap the dossier down on your desk.

“Hanbin-sshi, can you please come here for a second?” you call out.

“Yes, ma’am,” he immediately replies and gets up. He’s sluggish and obviously tired and you almost feel bad for him. Almost.

“Can I help you with anything?” he asks.

“Yes. I would like you to run to the Starbucks, I want some coffee. I’d like a venti pumpkin spice latte-” you pause, seeing as he’s struggling to fish out his phone to take notes. “with four shots of espresso, almond milk, light caramel drizzle, light foam, one pump of pumpkin sauce, one pump of maple pecan sauce and salt topping. Thank you.” you smirk at him as he’s dutifully tapping everything down.

“No problem, I’ll be right back, ma’am,” he bows a little and rushes out of the door.

Your stomach rumbles. Actually.

“Actually!” you call out, but he doesn’t reply. You jump out from behind your table in hope of maybe being able to catch him, but when you run out of the office you can see he’s already left.

Oh well. Maybe I’ll just send him for the second time, when he gets back.

You turn back to return to your office, when his computer pings with a message.

Huh? He didn’t lock his computer?

You take a look, and really - he didn’t. He must have forgotten or just didn’t care, since no one else is left at the office at this time.

Moreover, the message is not from your designated work chat app, but from a personal one. You lean forwards to take a look at the unread notification.

matt says: so how’s the late hours with the sexy boss going? dude you’re a masochist.

You blink. Without any hesitation you click on the chat and scroll through the last messages.

hb says: fuck it's getting really hard to hide my boners from her

>every time she orders me around i can barely think

>i just go home and jerk off everyday thinking about her bossing me around

>if she ever finds out im screwed

>i literally stayed working late, just in case she wants something

>she could ask me to eat her pussy under her desk and i would just crawl under

>matt i’m so fucked

Your reflection on the computer screen twists into a wide grin. Oh. What a beautiful bunch of revelations.

You had a hunch that he must like taking orders and feeling accomplished by completing tasks, but you didn’t know it’s sexual for him. Much less, that it’s because of you, in particular. But hey, at least it validates your own interests in this little game.

You do your best to curb your giddiness and return back behind your desk. Hanbin appears a few minutes later, with your coffee in hand and a little bag in another.

“Here, ma’am. I also took the liberty to bring you some snack, since it’s really late and you must be hungry.” he hands you both.

You open the little back and pull out a blueberry muffin. “Thank you, Hanbin-sshi,” you take a bite. “It’s like you’re reading my mind. I hope I’m not putting you through too much trouble.”

“Oh, no, really, it’s not a problem,” he’s quick to assure you, shaking his head.

“Hanbin-sshi, it’s such a joy to have you. You’re always so eager and helpful, I could not pick a better assistant,” you smile kindly at him.

“T-thanks, ma’am, this really means a lot to me.” he stutters, cheeks already burning red.

“Sometimes it feels like I could ask you to eat my pussy under my desk, and you would just crawl right under, wouldn’t you?” you ask with a smirk.

He freezes. Gotcha.

“I-..”

“You?”

“I- I actually, I would,” he admits. He looks nervous, like he's sure he’s busted, outed as a pervert and will be fired immediately. It looks good on him.

“Okay,” you nod and push yourself off your desk on your chair. You gesture at the space. “Be my guest.”

He looks at you disbelievingly, as if he’s not sure if you’re serious or if it’s just some kind of a prank. But eventually, he seems to make up his mind.

He slowly falls on his knees. He looks at you, as if to check whether it is really something you want, and when he sees you’re not putting a stop to it, he slowly crawls on his all fours under your big desk.

You roll your chair back to its place. You look down, where two big eyes are staring right back at you.

“I hope it were not just empty words, Hanbin-sshi. I’m sure you don’t want to disappoint me,” you warn him.

“No, of course not, ma’am,” he hurries to assure you and visibly gathers all the courage to actually touch you. He runs his hands over your legs and leans forwards.

He starts kissing your thighs, while bunching your skirt up, even daring to suck and lick a little at your skin. He slowly gets to your pussy and he doesn’t hesitate to lick over your panties, already wet ever since you discovered his true feelings. It’s like he’s trying to get as much of your taste as he can through them, licking until they are completely drenched with both your juices and his saliva. He’s kneeling in front of you, holding you around your hips, his whole face buried in your crotch, like he doesn't care if he can even breathe.

It feels good and you’re getting more and more aroused, but you can’t wait for a more direct stimulation. You grab him by his hair and pull him off you by force. You quickly lift yourself up to pull down your panties, and he frantically helps, even tries to dive back in, but your hold won’t let him.

You look into his eyes and wait a second until he calms down a bit, while he whimpers. He’s all red and clearly aroused and he looks so pretty, you’re sure you will never forget this sight of his delicate face, eager to pleasure you.

“Now you can,” you say and let go of his hair. He doesn’t hesitate a moment and quickly leans forwards to get back your pussy.

It feels like his tongue is everywhere. He’s licking all over your pussy and trying to push his tongue in. You have half a mind to tell him to use his fingers, but his tongue already feels so good, you want to see if he will manage to make you cum only like that.

And it seems he will, since when he moves to your clit, it’s basically game over for you.

He’s clearly bringing out his A-game, rubbing all over your clit with flat tongue in cruel tempo, building up your pleasure, until he can tell you’re getting close, then switching to quicker flicks, his mouth sealed around your pussy as if he was making out with it.

You’re getting close and you know he can tell, just by the sounds you’re making. You’re so wet it must be dripping off his face. He’s tireless, his tongue never stopping, he’s even moaning a little, as if it was him being pleasured.

You grab him by his hair and push him even closer and then you’re cumming, smothering him with your pussy and juices and not letting him breathe at all, not until you’re finished. He’s not fighting it, letting you ride his face as much as you need, slowly coming down from your orgasm.

You let him go, and he takes a deep breath. He looks up at you.

You roll your chair back a little. You take a moment to enjoy the look at him all out of his mind, kneeling under your desk, red, sweaty and disheveled. He’s breathing heavily, aroused and undeniably close to orgasm, without even touching himself.

“Are you hard, Hanbin-sshi?” you ask.

It’s a stupid question, his cock is obviously tenting his pants, even leaving a dark wet spot on them. But he nods regardless, eyes glazed over, face still wet. His black hair is sticking to his face a little.

“If you manage to drive us to my apartment without either crashing or cumming, I’ll suck you off. What do you think about that?”

You can see his breath hitching. He doesn’t even need to answer.

“Go get your coat.”

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It is passover and with it comes the profound lonelyness that all Jewish holidays have brought this academic year for me. It might be because this is the first time I've spent them without my family but it feels like a symptom of a wider thing for me

University had barely started when October 7th happened so many people, myself included, didn't want to be seen as openly jewish on campus. I disengaged from jewish spaces with people my age for months and by the time I decided to attend jewish events, the cliques had formed and I didn't feel at home.

Maybe its the fact that I am the only jew some people know and I have no jewish friends. Universities aren't the most welcoming places to be jewish especially not mine and if the chabad is active in your area and you don't sit with the chabad, you don't have the jewish spaces. No amount of being invited to the community seders at the local reform is ever going to replace having someone to talk to about bullshit antisemitism that actually gets it (because non jews don't get it, not remotely like other jews do) or the fact that I light my yahrzeit candles alone.

Maybe it is being bombarded by traditional news sources and social media that loathes my existence so entirely that causes the loneliness as I feel I can't even loudly be proud of a holiday where I say "Next year, in Israel. Next year, truly free" for fear as all the "Isn'treal" or Israhells.

The pesach story does feel relevant to me though. Abraham was told that his children would descend into Egypt and be "strangers in a strange land" before the pesach story where they leave egypt and where the rabbi whose seder I was last night said "It is less about the story and more about telling it together" in response to why the Seder doesn't tell the story . So I am left sitting here feeling like a stranger in my own strange land saying "Next Year, with friends. Next year, truly at home". Chag Sameach to anyone who read this far and remember to drink water

#Judaism #Jewish #chag sameach #A tissue for your thoughts #Just felt like getting all my thoughts out there #Sometimes you just need a complain #We are all jews here. We know what I mean

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inkrabbit · 2 years

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"Anonymous asked a question:

Sodo stealing either ur clothes, rings, bracelets and necklaces bc he wants to be around you all the time but he knows he can’t with how u have whatever u do n he has practice, maybe the other ghouls find out as well n tease him"

Okay here we go, the request that magically disappeared from my inbox. I'm so glad I don't delete these emails.

Anyway, Sodo on tour and missing reader since their scent has faded from the clothes he took. hope it's good <333 GN!Reader

He loved touring. He loved seeing the fans, interacting with the ghouls on stage and being able to be free. He loved how Papa gave them freedom and let them have the spotlight, even if the old man seemed reluctant a few times. He knew he pushed his luck on several occasions, but he couldn’t help himself. The screaming and cheering and the excited energy from the audience would light him up, adrenaline coursing through his veins. Humans were always said to be disgusting, only good as food sources or playthings.

That was all a bunch of bullshit, he decided. Sure, in the beginning it’s how he felt. When he was first summoned, he was given clear instructions that the siblings were off-limits during the day. But after curfew, well… Sister said that it was put in place for a reason. And he took advantage of it, stalking the nights to get his fill.

But there was one sibling he just couldn’t bring himself to harm and that was you. From day one, you had been nothing but cordial and polite to him, more than the others even had been. And he would admit, he loved that you decided to call him “Mr. Sodo” when you two first met. Okay, yes, hearing you call him that might’ve made him feel a type of way that he didn’t want to unpack for a long time. But when he saw you walking from the library, having fallen asleep inside and past curfew, he played along with your polite and sweet game. Though his tail had flicked back and forth as he took in your scent, he had let you link your arm with his and escorted you back to the dorms. He left you in the hall, right outside your room, a surprised expression on your face after he gave you the gentlest kiss to your lips. You two spent a lot more time together after that, even enough to where you had agreed to be his.

And as much as he loved touring, he found that he hated being away from you. He hated that he couldn’t feel your gentle touches or how you would play with his tail. He hated that you weren’t there to cup his face and kiss his forehead whenever he was feeling extra irritable. He hated how fast your scent would fade from your clothes.

Of course he had taken some of your things. Mainly one of the rings you constantly wore, along with a couple of your oversized hoodies, an old flannel you wore at every chance, and the old evil eye bracelet you had. He had laughed when you messaged him, saying how you couldn’t find a few things, and he may or may not have taken a picture of himself wearing your stolen property to send to you, the caption “that’s crazy” being typed out along the bottom.

He nuzzles himself further into your hoodie’s neckline, inhaling deeply to try and find your scent. His tail taps irritably on the couch when he notices that it’s hidden underneath his campfire smell, mingled in with everyone else. Maybe next time he would just find a way to sneak you out of the abbey to accompany him.

“Ya doin’ alright, mate?” Aether catches his attention, Sodo letting out a lazy hum. “Haven’t seen ya move in a while.”

“’m fine,” he mumbles. “Just kinda tired.”

Aether takes a closer look at him, something that makes the smaller ghoul growl. “Oh, I didn’t notice you took Y/N’s old ring.”

It’s true. The ring he took from you didn’t fit his finger. So instead, he had bought an extra silver chain to have hang around his neck. He would drop it into his shirt during the shows so no one could see it, but he preferred to have it out the rest of the time. Still, he lets out a scoff.

“Yeah, it is.” Aether gives him a pat on his knee, which had been curled up.

“Didn’t think you could miss someone so much,” he laughs softly, though he grunts when Sodo brings his leg up to kick his chest. Still, he smiles after he recovers from his daze. “We’ll be back home before you know it.”

Sodo gives him another soft grunt as he watches him walk further back into the bus. When the ghoul is out of sight, he goes back to scrolling through his phone, trying to hide the smile that wants to creep onto his face when he sees the silly little pictures you’re sending him.

For the most part, the others leave him alone. Cirrus and Cumulus had said how cute he looked, all snuggled up in your hoodie, and Rain had said he was happy his friend found someone he liked so much. Sunshine and Mountain had enough sense to keep quiet, and the shorter ghoul didn’t even hold his gaze for too long. Probably still shy and intimidated by him.

Finally, Papa comes onto the bus with a tired sigh, trying desperately to keep his hair slicked back. Originally, Sodo had tried to ignore him, instead focusing on his phone.

“Something wrong, mio figlio?” Copia’s voice forces him to look up, the man staring down at him with a cup of coffee in his hand. “You look unhappy.”

Before he can respond, Swiss is walking onto the tour bus with a pep in his step and a smirk on his face. “Ah, don’t worry about him, Papa.” He walks over, pinching Sodo’s cheek as he continues on in a mocking voice, “He’s just upset that he can’t smell Y/N on that sweatshirt anymore.”

The growl Sodo lets out is low and dangerous, claws lashing out and just grazing Swiss’s hand when he pulls back at just the right moment. While Swiss laughs about it, Copia has a genuinely concerned look on his face. Swiss goes to the back of the bus, rummaging through things as Copia sets his cup down on one of the tables.

“We’re gonna go out if you wanna join, grumpy pants,” Swiss calls to the smaller ghoul. “And we’re going now.”

“Yeah, I’m good.” With a “suit yourself”, the multi ghoul is heading for the front and soon exiting the bus, leaving Sodo alone with Copia. There’s normally an awkward feel in the air when being alone with the man, but this time, it’s more… gentle, loving. The same energy that Cumulus gives off.

“You know, Y/N wears your clothes too.” His voice catches Sodo’s attention again. “Those jackets you always wear? That black zip-up and the leather one?”

“How do you know?”

“I’m not blind, mio figlio.” He gives the ghoul a warm smile, along with a wink. “Trust when I tell you that the feeling is mutual.” He goes to walk past the couch. However, just like Aether, he gently pats his knee. “Do not worry too much. This tour will soon end and you will be back with your amore, ah?”

He can’t bring himself to verbally respond. So instead, he just gives him a soft grunt, along with a nod. Copia leaves after that, telling him that he would bring something back for him. When he’s finally alone, Sodo navigates to his message history with you.

Sodo: hey

Sodo: what are you wearing rn?

You don’t send him back a text. Instead, he gets a picture of you a few minutes later, wearing nothing but his leather jacket. He’d have to remember to thank Copia later for the little tip.

#lost ask #request #sodo #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #gn!reader #sodo x reader

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andysorbit · 1 year

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We Both Know That it's Wrong

married!Doyoung x Married!fem!reader

Genre: Angst, light fluff?

Warnings: cheating

Word count: >1k

Note: this was supposed to be a smut but it wrote itself and idk if I like it but I wrote too much to just delete it 🥲

You scramble the eggs in your skillet furiously and when the toaster pops up, you grumble because you knew the toast should've waited a little bit longer and now the toast is gonna be too cold to spread butter on by the time you actually need to plate everything.

Doyoung comes up beside you and washes his hands at the sink.

You don't ask him why he's here. You know why he's here. He leans over and presses his lips to your temple.

He's the only source of affection you have and you love him more than you could ever explain.

"Who's gonna eat all of that?" he asks as he takes a slice of toast out of the toaster and butters it.

"John's gonna eat that," You say as you lower the fire under your pan. You're more than a little distracted to say the least.

Doyoung shakes his head, "His car's not outside. Y/n, he left."

You stop and turn to look at him, "He left? That fucking asshole had me cook this because he was just so hungry and-" You dig into your pajama pants and pull your phone out.

Doyoung turns to you and sighs, "Knock it off," he says as he gently pries the phone from your hand.

He sets it down on the counter and looks at you, "I'll get you a plate just sit down, Y/n."

You take a seat at the island counter and huff. You watch Doyoung put more toast on and he turns to you while he's waiting for it to pop up,

"I didn't get a kiss this morning."

He comes over to you and leans in for a soft kiss. Your insides come to life and he smiles because he knows nobody else does it for you quite like he does.

You watch him spread butter on toast and plate it. You imagine this being a regularly occurring thing and you sigh.

"Y'know..." he trails off as he scoops eggs into a plate, "I would always eat whatever you took the time to prepare for me... I'd eat all those cookies you bake when you're stressed out... I'd eat your leftover jams and jellies for the farmer’s market... I'd eat those homemade pickled onions you like making so much for your neighbor..."

He brings the plate over and sets it down in front of you.

"Doyoung," You sigh, "Why do you do this to me?"

"Because I want you and I know you want me too. We wouldn't be doing this otherwise."

You stab at your eggs, "I'm too mad to eat," You mumble.

"At least take a few bites. You need to eat something," he says.

You pile a fork full of eggs into your mouth then bite your toast. Doyoung smiles and comes over to sit beside you. He leans in and takes the fork from your hand. You chew slowly and sulk.

He shovels some of the eggs from your plate into his mouth and hums, "You make the best damn eggs, Y/n. Really you do," he says and looks over at you, "I can cheer you up if you want... I have all day."

You know that Doyoung is genuinely trying to cheer you up because unlike your husband, Doyoung values the process of making sure you're truly happy and doesn't think his penis is a cure-all.

You shrug, "Why is it so hard for him to treat me right?" You ask quietly.

Doyoung sighs, "Do you wanna hear some bullshit that'll make you feel better or do you wanna hear the truth?" he asks.

"The truth."

"You're not a priority. He's seeing someone else- you know that he is- and you think that because you're also seeing someone else but still playing the game that he's gonna care enough to do the same thing."

You frown because you know it's true.

Doyoung continues, "And you can't keep being mad at him because look at what we're doing... what's good for the goose is good for the gander, right?"

"Yeah... I guess you're right," You say as you look over at him.

"So I propose this to you... I will go and sit in my car... I'll wait for twenty minutes. You decide if you're coming with me... to stay this time. I know you think it'll happen all over again but it won't. I won't do what he's done. I've promised you that but it's up to you to trust me so... you have twenty minutes... if you don't come out..."

He presses a soft kiss to your lips,

"this is it. This is where we end things. I can't keep doing to my wife what he's doing to you because I'm just like him and I hate that."

With that, Doyoung gets up and starts to the door. He turns back, "Twenty minutes, Y/n," he says and you can see him taking your face in as if it's for the last time.

He walks out.

You look around the kitchen and the silence is deafening. It takes you only a minute to go upstairs and choose.

You choose to pack a bag.

You choose to leave a letter for John.

You choose to leave the bed and the house a mess because you're tired of being his maid.

You choose to leave.

You step outside and lock the front door then slide the key under the doormat.

You turn to see Doyoung in his car. He sees you and sits up with a smile. He's been fighting tears and your heart breaks because he doubted you. To be fair, you've doubted him too.

You get into the car and throw your bag in the backseat.

"Nineteen minutes," he chuckles, "You left him a letter, didn't you?"

You nod, "This isn't Gone Girl, I'm not trying to gaslight him," You chuckle.

Doyoung starts the car, "I respect that... I left a letter too," he says.

"You didn't even know how this would turn out! Jesus, Do!" You exclaim.

He shrugs,

"I've always loved you enough to take that risk."

#neoculturecollectives #nct #kpop fic #doyoung fic #nct drabbles #kpop drabbles #doyoung drabble #kvanity #ambw nct #ambw fic #nct ambw #nct x black reader #nct angst #doyoung angst #nct fluff #doyoung fluff #nct x black!reader #nct x plus sized reader

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shadyruinskryptonite · 6 months

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Titan Bending, Chapter 1

General Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader

Chapter Warning: Language, AOT canon consistent violence, threats, please let me know if I missed anything

WC: About 2400 words

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I am violently awoken from my light sleep by a far off rumbling. By the volume and veracity of the vibrations, the source of the noise is clearly getting closer. Cracking my neck, I stand on the thick branch I had chosen to sleep on high in the treetops. In the distance, there’s a strange colored smoke lingering in the air. I’ve never seen anything like it. I glance down and see one of the Ugly Fuckers trying uselessly to climb my tree but suddenly it, too, seems to notice the shaking of the ground. Without warning, it takes off towards the source, only serving to further baffle me.

I quickly pack up my things, ready my skin of water, secure my knives, and pull the water from the massive branch I’m on. I’m not about to leave the safety of my canopy, but I at least want to get a better look at what might be headed my way. The smoke is getting closer and it forms streams. It’s definitely intentional. I stop, dissipating the water into the air. I’m not directly at the treeline but I’m close enough that I can see a fair distance out. The rhythmic thudding is continuing to grow louder and closer, but my attention is quickly drawn downwards and I can make out the shapes and voices of people on some strange animal that I’ve never seen. I’ve got to be at least 200 feet in the air, so it’s a little hard to see and definitely too far for me to sense the water, but I’m positive I can hear a man’s voice: those are people.

I recollect my water from the fog of humidity around me and swing after them from a safe distance. I never thought I’d be this interested in interacting with people but the thought is exhilarating. Before I can get too caught up in my own excitement I hear mechanical whirring and a gruff-sounding man barking orders. I’m suddenly very glad I decided to follow the small group of people deeper into the forest because it’s now clear that these are soldiers, and if there’s one thing that can’t be trusted in the world it’s the Earth Kingdom military. I keep moving forward in pursuit of the original group, but something the man said doesn’t quite make sense to me.

“Alright rookies, listen up. We’re assuming intercept position within the trees. Unsheeth and find a perch. If any titans attempt to enter the forest, stop them - whatever it takes!”

What on earth is a “titan?” Is that the real name for the Ugly Fuckers? It can’t be. No, those things have to be an Earth Kingdom experiment and the military wouldn’t be trying to fuck with their own project. “Titan” must be the name of an enemy faction or something. People they’ve deemed conspiracy theorists that are trying to expose whatever bullshit they’re up to now.

I got so lost in my own thoughts, I forgot what was abnormal about this day until it was right on top of me. Staying in line with a small all group of these soldiers, the biggest and fastest Ugly Fucker I’ve ever seen is now keeping pace. I really don’t want to get involved but I can’t tell if these guys are benders or not, and if they’re just weapons specialists…

An ear-piercing ringing bursts from what seemed to be the first soldier in the pack and it throws me off of my rhythm, almost sending me into a branch. I keep the water swirling around me tightly so that it can't be seen and smack my ears a few times to get them to pop before leaping from my branch and attempting to catch up.

My adrenaline is pumping.

The world is moving at warp speed, but I see it in slow motion.

More mechanical whirring.

I look back just in time to see two people zipping around the Ugly Fucker before getting absolutely crushed. I audibly gasp. I’ve seen a lot of blood and violence in my time, but this rattled me more than anything ever had before. As I continue to swing forward, I try to shake the image from my mind. I rub the tears that have dried from the air whipping past me and I force myself to think about what stands out to me.

“Those people had swords, so…they’re not benders? Why the hell would they send non-benders in here for this? The long range fighting of literally any of the elements would be safer than trying to slice those things into spaghetti up close!”

My thoughts are set to what sounds like a little boy whining, but I can’t make out what he’s saying over the loud stomping of the Ugly Fucker, the whirring of the soldiers, and whatever sound those strange animals are making.

“And why, in the name of Tui and La, is there a fucking CHILD out here-” My thoughts are cut off by an order to “fire!”

I’m engulfed by smoke and the forest looks like it goes up in flames before my eyes. Only…when the smoke clears, there are no flames at all. And the earth isn’t shaking anymore. I stop myself on a branch that is closer to the people than I would have preferred and I scold myself for being so careless and distracted.

I look at the large clearing, one I’m pretty sure I’ve hunted in before, and I see the giant Ugly Fucker is captured. Now that it’s not moving at mach-spirit, I’m able to get my first good look at it.

This one looks much more human than the others do, and it’s uglier too. It looks strangely feminine - I don’t think I’ve ever seen one with a rack before,” I silently chuckle at my own vulgarity. “But worst of all, why does it seem smarter than the normal ones? It didn’t try to eat people like the smaller ones have tried to eat me, it just…crushes them. It’s like it’s having fun. And if these people are capturing it…are they for or against the Ugly Fuckers? Maybe this one is an experiment that went rogue. Yeah, that’s gotta be it. The Earth Kingdom flew a little too close to the sun and one of their…whatevers got out of hand. Typical.

The same man that I heard barking orders when the people first entered the forest yells out for “second and third waves!” and the forest lights up again. Luckily, I could brace myself for this onslaught and I was able to really appreciate the spectacle. But then something dawned on me:

How did the Earth Kingdom develop these weapons so quickly? These certainly weren’t in use on the Day of Black Sun or during Sozin’s Comet. I’ve never seen anything like it, actually.

Two soldiers drop down with their swords drawn but seem to bounce off when they strike her. I see one of them re-enter the trees with broken swords while the other stands on top of her, like she’s his trophy or something. After standing there for a moment, she lets out the worst, most blood-curdling scream I’ve ever had the displeasure of hearing. It’s bad enough that it sends a shockwave through the forest and I have to be careful so that I don’t get blown away.

The atmosphere of the entire forest changes. I recognize the familiar leap of my heart and stomach: whatever is happening is trouble.

The rumble returns, only now I can’t pinpoint the direction it’s coming from. I’m close enough to hear the man that’s in charge begin shouting orders to engage and protect what he calls the “Female Titan.” I only allow myself to pause for a moment.

Wait, so titans ARE the Ugly Fuckers?

Before I have a chance to move, the leader recalls his soldiers and orders them to withdraw to some district I’ve never heard of. I am more confused than ever, but what I do know is that something is very wrong here. I decide to try to join these people - whether they’re with the government or not, it doesn’t matter. I just have to get to the bottom of this.

Worst case scenario, they take me into custody. I’ll just have to find a way to break out and reach the Gaang to tell them what’s happening here.

As everyone starts to move out, I follow the man that I’ve decided is the leader. That seems like the safest bet. And while my water isn’t perfectly silent, it is quieter than those wires or the animals they’re riding, so I won’t risk being noticed until we leave the forest.

There’s a loud crack of thunder and and lightning illuminates the entire forest.

My instinct is to whip around and investigate but the group I’m following doesn’t break stride, so I keep pursuing them. What feels like just a few moments later, there’s another loud crack and lightning followed by a scream that was cutting, but not in the same way hers was. For some reason this one seems to attract their attention, and the one that I think was previously standing on the “Female Titan’s” head and taunting her swings around towards the sound.

The way he moves isn’t like the others - he’s faster, more agile, almost graceful. It’s probably because he’s no bigger than a turtle duck. Against my better judgment, I swing wide and turn back in the direction of the sound. There’s something kinda cute about that one, like he’s a little toy or something. I’d hate for something to happen to him. It seems like whoever these people are, they’re woefully ill-prepared for whatever is happening here.

As we move back into the forest, I can make out what looks like four bodies in various states of…disrepair. The little guy seems to inspect them. After he moves on, I stop to take a look myself. They all look too far gone, but I can’t help but check their pulses anyway, try to see if there’s anyone I can help. There’s one man dangling from his wire so I slice the wire and lower him down to the ground. There’s a faint pulse and I try to heal him, but it’s clear almost immediately that it won’t do any good. Healing can’t fix fatal wounds.

I stand back up and inspect the surroundings. The little man is gone now and I didn’t catch where he went so my only option is to just turn back. But something nags at me.

Goddamnit, y/n! Grow up already! You’ve never even met these people you stupid bitch, you don’t owe them anything.

With my own, albeit negative, reinforcement, I return to moving in the original direction. Behind me, it sounds like there’s a cosmic collision happening. Like I’m listening to the sounds of Raava and Vaatu themselves. I move forward anyway.

Outside of the forest I see the parade of people a short distance ahead. It seems like they’re stopped but they likely won’t be for long.

I can’t conceal myself in an open plain like this, my best bet is to speed up and offer assistance. If I can prove I’m not a threat and am just a mere healer, I think I’ve got a good chance of getting them to trust me.

Stealing water from one of the massive trees on the perimeter of the forest, I make a wave to carry me as quickly as I can so I can catch up. My feet hit the ground and I approach the encampment. I was looking for who I thought was the man in charge but quickly realized I had only seen him from a few hundred feet away. As I look around it seems like no one is paying me much mind. Then I hear his deep, distinctive voice and I follow the sound. I stop in front of him and he and a woman with shiny glasses look up and just stare at me.

This is the first time I’ve spoken to another person in two years. My already weak social skills are shot. As they stare at me, sizing me up, I speak quickly with the only thing that I can think of.

“Uhhh…hi. Y/n here.” I kick myself at the awkward introduction.

Of all of the things I could’ve said, I go with Zuko’s backwards ass introduction?

When I continue, I’m speaking quickly out of nerves. “So I was watching from the trees and…wow that sounds really creepy, sorry. But uh, I was really impressed by your weapons and that looked really brutal but I’m a waterbender and I realize I’m not a part of your military and you have no reason to trust me but I can help heal your wounded!” When I finish talking, I realize I’ve been surrounded.

“Get her!”

“Stupid bitch, she’ll pay!”

“What are the orders?”

“Sir can we carve her up?”

“You take the arms I’ll take her legs!”

Insults are hurled at me and I’m horrified to realize that they think I was that beast. I quickly backtrack “woah woah woah! I’m not that Ugly Fucker! I said I was watching, I’ve never seen anything like that one! I just want to help! I-” I’m cut off by the little guy returning to the group.

“I don’t know who she is but she’s not the Female Titan.” Everyone, including myself, turns to look at him in silence. In the beat before he speaks again, I take in the sight of him.

He’s a little more rough around the edges than I thought. I guess that stands to reason, you don’t get good at fighting unless life shits on you a bit.

The sound of his voice brings me back to reality. “She was watching while we had the Female Titan captured. Then she followed me when I turned back after Eren transformed. She can’t be the Female Titan.”

I’ve never been able to hide my face well, and I’m sure the shock was apparent.

How did this little shit spot me?!

“What, surprised I saw you?” He responds almost immediately to my thought process.

I’ve gotta get a better poker face.

I respond as coldly as I can, trying to take any semblance of control of this situation “Yeah, you could say that.”

The little shit ignores me and turns to the leader, limping slightly and saying something just quiet enough that I can’t hear. The boss man turns and orders “Miche, detain her. We’ll lock her up.”

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