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DMC Boys x Reader – I Want to Feel Fear

Parings: Dante, Reboot Dante, Vergil, Reboot Vergil, Nero, V, Sparda x Reader (Reader is gender neutral except in Sparda’s story where Reader is female)

Synopsis/Author's Note: The DMC boys are asked to do some CNC. And not the light dubious consent stuff. No, the reader wants it hard. To feel fear, to cry and scream, to fight like their life depends on it but still be held down and used.

Well damn. What are the boys going to do with you?

Disclaimer: All acts in this story are done by consenting participants acting out a fantasy with no true threat to either's well-being. If you are reading this, please understand that drawing/writing/reading/imagining things of this nature does NOT equate to desiring or supporting real-world assault.

Trigger Warnings: CNC, stalking, kidnapping, imprisonment, drugging, knife play, somno, predator/pray play, blood play, implied pregnancy sex, threatening of humiliation, implied semi-public masturbation, sadism, degrading comments, overstimulation, not beta read

Dante

Oh my… who knew his little angel was so devilish?

Sure, why not? Dante has entertained plenty of people with some freaky kinks, so he knows there isn’t anything wrong with two adults consensually doing some nasty stuff. He’s down to try if it will make you happy. Now, how to go about it…

You’re a demon hunter and his longtime partner so he knew you could handle being roughed up a bit. But what exactly are you looking for babe?

A sudden strike by a stranger (played by Dante)?

Some predator and prey hunting?

Some public humiliation?

Well… maybe not that last one because Dante causes that all the time with his antics anyway.

What would he like? Dante had to sit and think about that one. This is a whole new world he has never really explored before.

But you know, there was this one fantasy he had. And if he just cranked up the aggression then… Ya, that could work.

With a final shot, the last demon’s screech was silenced. As Dante set Rebellion on his back, keeping Ebony in his left hand, he looked over at you. You looked so sweet and vulnerable as your trembling subsided and your puffy red eyes with pupils blown wide relaxed a bit as the last of your attackers, as far as the character you were playing knew, evaporated. It was a weak and timid version of you he rarely got to see.

“Thank you so much for saving me, sir.” You say as you stepped down from the create you had climbed on to get out of reach of the calf-tall demons that had attacked you.

“Well, I couldn’t just sit back and let the world lose out on such a pretty little thing now could I?” As Dante draws closer to you, he watches you put on a shy little smile at his compliment. How cute. Too bad he won’t be seeing it for a while. “Unfortunately though I don’t run a charity so I’m gonna need to be paid for my hard work.”

“Pay?” Your relaxed posture tensed back up quickly.

“Yep, got bills to pay you know. Now let’s see…” With his free hand, Dante stroked his chin in exaggerated thought. In his other, he twirled Ebony around purposely within your field of view. “with it being an out-of-the-blue job that took time out of my busy day… I’d say 30 sounds about fair.” Dante announced in a particular way just so he could see your eyes light up with hope so he could dash it.

“30 bucks?”

Dante chuckled.

“No sweetheart, 30 thousand.”

“30 thousand dollars!? I’m sorry but don’t have that kind of money.” You keep talking, pleading your case, but Dante made a loud humming noise that told you he was too busy thinking to listen.

“You know,” He eventually says, cutting you off. “I think I can make an exception for someone as cute as you.” He gives a playful wink as he stops playing with Ebony to press its muzzle into the crown of your hair. With just enough force for you to take the hint, Dante presses down on you until you sink to your knees. “I know just how you can pay me.”

===+===+===

After swallowing, as ordered, you are finally able to wrench your head back, freeing yourself from the repeated gaging to drag in fresh air. You start to catch your breath, though each gasp makes your sore throat burn. You glance up at Dante who has since moved his gun from your head and now slouched over you, hands on the create behind you, with closed eyes and heavy breaths as his high washes off. Seeing this as your chance you turn and start to crawl away. You make it a couple of feet before you’re grabbed by your hair, not pulled back but held in place.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” Dante practically growls. “You aren’t done paying your bill.”

“But,” You stay in place, too scared to move. “I just…”

“Auwh, did I forget to tell you?” Dante moved to squat down beside you so he could look at your fearful expression. “I charge by the corps. Now remind me again, how many demons were there?”

“S-six.”

Dante gave a wolfish grin.

===+===+===

“Where are you taking me?” You whine, far too tired to cry out at this point. You are moved from where Dante had thrown you over his should and dropped onto the back seats of Dante’s open-roofed car, your head behind the driver’s seat.

“I’m taking you back to my place.” Dante circles the car but instead of sliding into the front seat, he places one hand on the back door and the other on the driver seat headrest. Using them as leverage he leans over you, blocking out the sun and casting a shadow over your delightfully confused and concerned face.

“Your place? But I paid off my debt, didn’t I?”

“Yep, that you did. Even gave a little extra tip.” Dante shot you a toothy grin. “But you know what? I might just be addicted to that perfect little body of yours. So, I think I’m gonna keep you. It’ll be nice coming home every day to such a sexy cockwarmer.”

Reboot Dante

Really? You’re into that?

Surprisingly Dante actually rejects your request at first.

The idea of forcefully taking you at some club or in an alley just brings up memories of the times Dante has beaten some prick half to death for trying the same thing.

It will take a little convincing, along with some extra good treatment to rack up some IOU’s, but you can get him on board.

He’s still a bit hesitant so you need to start him with something he is a bit more comfortable with, something he is used to.

Dante and you are well accustomed to fooling around in places you probably shouldn’t. It helped that Dante had spent most of his life being sporadically homeless so he knew all sorts of nooks and crannies where a person or two could hide away from prying eyes.

So, take those moments, add a sprinkle of anonymity and a heaping cup of force, and now we’re talking.

You stand holding open one of the back doors of your friend’s car, allowing others to pile in so you can snag the window seat. Just as the last person slides into place, you hear the cocking of a gun.

“Don’t move,” Came a gruff male voice, sounding both loud enough to be heard but also distant. You knew it well, but still tensed up on instinct. “act calm.”

“You comin’?” Asks one of your friends in a joking tone, looking up at you with a blissfully unaware smile.

“Tell em your walking home.” Came the voice again, plenty loud enough to be heard by your friends, but it was only you with the power to hear him. You give your friends the lie you had been fed. They questioned you a bit but eventually drove off, none the wiser. “Go back into the fair.” The gun behind you makes a noise, possibly pointing in the direction the man wanted you to go.

No matter what it was, it served to snap you out of your panicked obedience as the reality of the situation came back to you. You stay stalk still, brain hastily fliting through thoughts but unable to settle on one.

“Hey, get going.” The man pushes, impatience evident in his voice and in another fidget of the gun. Without thinking you defiantly shake your head. Before taking your next breath the gun fires. The firing has a similar distant sounding quality to it as the man’s voice, but the explosion of the streetlight above you is too close.

“I told you to move.” Snaped the man. This time you follow orders.

You moved stiffly but with purpose, following instructions to a tee as the man tells you when and where to turn. You don’t speak, don’t turn around, don’t try to run for fear of ending up like that streetlight.

“Get on the freewheel, alone.” The last word came out with a bit of venom. The line was short as it was near closing time, so it didn’t take long for it to be your turn. The enclosed cabin shifts a bit under your weight as you step on, and as the door is closing it shifts again. You and the man ride a quarter of the rotation, the cabin halfway up where no one on the ground could see you, before he gives his next command.

“Lift up your top and drop your pants.” Even though you could have seen this coming, the suddenness made your brain stutter. Another loud clack of the gun got your hands moving again. Despite the intense trembling of your hands, you are able to undo and push down your pants, letting them fall to the cabin floor. “Underwear too.” This time you do struggle a bit, though out of nervousness as you look outside of the cabin to see all the people milling about down below. When the smaller cloth joins your pants you only barely catch a guttural groan from behind you. “Sit and spread your legs.” This order actually gets you something, aside from embarrassment. It gives you the first chance to look at your assailant, or it would have if he was truly there.

You had only recently started your medium training with Kat so you couldn’t make out any features of the man in Limbo. All you see is a white fog-like mass in the shape of a man looking down at you while pointing a gun-shaped object at your chest. A gun that could very much kill you through the division of realities.

“Don’t forget your top.” He said, motioning with his gun at the hem. As you pull your shirt up to reveal your chest, but not off, the figure sits on the bench across from you. The gun doesn’t drift from its target in the slightest. “Now touch yourself.”

“What!?”

“You heard me.” There was no compassion in the man’s voice. If anything, there was humor, as if he was amused by your shame. “Get yourself off. Right here, right now.”

“But…” Your voice trails off as you look out of the cabin window. “the ride will end soon.” The freewheel had made half its rotation.

“Don’t worry,” The figure shifted. “it usually takes about an hour for the fire truck to get here to help people off.” The figure lifts from his seat to lean out the cabin window and take a shot down towards the ground. You hear the harsh screeching of a bullet cutting through metal and the freewheel immediately comes to a screeching halt, leaving your cabin just shy of the top where no one could possibly look in at what you were doing.

“You better get the show on the road.” The man taunted as he sat back down, one hand pointing the gun back at you while the other reached down towards his crotch. “Times ticking and I’m not letting you stop until we’re both done.”

Vergil

You wish to be dominated? Well, he agrees there was no better person than him to do that for you.

Despite being far more sophisticated than most demons and being able to hide your physical traits, so much so that you lived among humans with none the wiser, you were a full demon. A demon whose body had exceptional healing powers because, no matter what gender you fell into, every one of your species was predisposed to be taken by more powerful demons. It’s just how your people were, always ready and waiting to be dominated. And even though you had formed more humanity than most others of your kind, the desire was still there.

Vergil understood this, having studied demonology extensively and having sensed your demonic energy calling out to his, enticing him to act.

Up until then, even though he was more in tune with his demon half than his human half, he was far too disciplined and civilized to give in to such boorish desires. His goal was to gain power and control. Giving into his lust and taking you, one of the several demons that served under him, would not bring him closer to that objective.

And yet, when you came to him proclaiming your affection and desire for him an alluring rush of dominance came over him. It wasn’t the same feeling as when he defeated an opponent in combat or even when his followers bowed for him. This was deeper, intimate, primal.

It was no use. Even with the generous head start you had been given, no matter how far, how long, or how fast you ran he was there. Sometimes behind you, sometimes appearing in front of you, but always close, as if you were but a worm desperately trying to crawl away from a swooping bird. You were too easy a target when in open areas so had tried to make this more difficult for your pursuer by zigzagging in a densely forested area, but that only slowed him slightly. Still, it slowed him, so to a denser area you ran. Particularly, you started squeezing your way through bushes and overgrown demonic thorny areas where standing straight or walking was an impossibility. This worked for a couple of minutes, even giving you brief moments of reprieve as the sound of his movements and perturbed tisks faded behind the foliage on occasion. However, with him already being on edge with his dragged-out arousal, this obstacle only served to ignite his frustration. With easy flicks of the Yamato the offending plants were sliced to ribbons. Upon noticing this and realizing that continuing to slither through vines while Vergil cut through them was only slowing you down, you leave the dense plants back into the forest. You don’t make it more than a few feet through before an ethereal blade of blue energy pierces your torso, knocking the air from your lungs and pushing your upper body forward harshly, causing you to fall to the ground. Just as you are catching your breath and attempting to lift onto your hands and knees a boot plants itself firmly on your back and forces you back down.

“Foolish.” Vergil calmly said as the summon sword dissolved away, allowing your body to begin its rapid repair of the hole left behind. “Did you really think some fauna would protect you?”

The moment your wound is healed enough you swiftly slash at the leg pinning you down. He kicks your hand back, but in turn lifts his foot from your back. You take the opportunity and scurry out from under him but his hand grabs the back of your head and slams it down into the dirt for your disobedience. An exposed tree root slashed open your brow, spilling blood down your already red face.

“I seem to have underestimated your audacity,” Vergil kneels down, one leg atop your back to hold you in place. “and overestimated your intelligence.” He lifts your head from the dirt by pulling back on your hair. The streams of blood from your, already healed, brow cut caught Vergil’s attention. His cold eyes start to glow and he unconsciously flashes into his demon form as he leans forward to taste your spilled blood. A pleased yet unsatisfied rumbling growl slips from his lips as he pulls back to look at your now teary-eyed face. “Did you truly think I would simply let you go?”

Reboot Vergil

He is glad you came to him for this.

Not just because Vergil is your lover and is happy you trust him enough to admit your darker desires. It was because Vergil knew plenty of ways to get what he wanted out of someone without leaving lasting damage.

True, none of his previous experiences were done with the intent of gaining sexual pleasure but if you were the one in the chair that would come naturally.

What was important was that he knew how to track and kidnap someone without causing alarm. He knew all sorts of ways to tie down a person to make them unable to move, to restrict their breathing, to stick them to any surface, all while leaving space to get at vital areas. He could find pressure points to abuse, both physically and mentally. He knew how to keep someone quiet and how to make them talk. Vergil knew how far he could push a person before they irreparably break.

Even with this knowledge, or perhaps because of it, he doesn’t just jump right in. He takes a few weeks to gather more information on your interests and your limits. Most of his testing is done secretly, through things like training, medical testing, and a bit rougher sex.

How flexible are you? How long can you hold a position? Are you allergic to any food, materials, or medications? How well can you breathe through different materials or with extra pressure on your chest? How long can he keep you awake? How much can he make you cum before it starts to hurt, and how many more until its unbearable?

By the time he actually formulates a plan of attack he knows you, your interests and your limits, better than you know yourself.

Your consciousness raises and falls, like a fishing float bobbing in the water trying to stay afloat while something weighs it back down. In your flickering between memories and dreams, you think back to when you fell asleep. Or, to be more accurate, when you were put to sleep.

You had just entered your home. Nothing felt strange or out of place as you strolled into your bedroom, closing the door behind you. There were only a couple of seconds of peace before something came from behind you and covered your face. It seemed like a mask, as it was shaped to fit the curves of a human face, yet there were no holes to see or breathe through. The inside was a damp cloth-like material that smiled of bitter medicine and the outside was a hard plastic, which you found out when your body instinctively started clawing at the thing. You also found a gloved hand holding the mask to your face.

Another arm wrapped around your upper half, pinning your curled-up arms to your chest. The pressure on your front forces you back until you’re pressed against the broad chest of a sturdy body. You then try to kick your legs back and though you feel the impact the other person’s legs don’t buckle, only brace themselves. Your consciousness starts to fade away as you desperately gasp for air through the cover. In a last-ditch effort, you try to crouch down to slip from the assailant’s arms but they simply hold you aloft as if you were a small, weak, helpless dog. The last thing you remember is your limbs feeling so heavy that they fall slack.

“You’re finally awake.” Noted a close yet muffled voice, bringing your thoughts back to the present. You finally crack your eyes open to see Vergil, turned away as he types on his laptop which sat on a side table. You, in your laying position atop a cushioned table, try to lift your hand up and towards him but soon find that you can’t. Not only do your limbs feel so heavy that your stiff muscles are unable to move them more than teetering, but also because there were leather straps binding your wrists and ankles to the table. The sound of your attempted movement brings Vergil’s eyes to you, browse straight in a relaxed observance and mouth covered by a surgical mask. “Try not to move around too much, you wouldn’t want to dislodge the needle and cause unnecessary harm.” Vergil explained as he carefully pushed the side table out of the way.

Though unable to lift your head you can turn enough to see a needle imbedded in your arm from the corner of your eye. It was similar to an IV drip but what was actually being injected was unknown to you, though you could hazard a guess that whatever it was what was causing your limbs to be so heavy and muscles so weak.

Suddenly Vergil grabbed your chin with his gloved hand and turned your head towards him.

“Speak.” He ordered like you were a dog who still hadn’t learned the trick. “Let me hear your voice.” He didn’t move an inch more, not until you verbally responded. He was looking, though not hoping, for a particular word.

“Vergil, why?” You say clearly, not giving the word but proving that the chemicals in your body weren’t stopping you from doing so. Your words don’t seem to get a reaction out of him. He does release your chin though, instead trailing his fingertips up your jaw and then down your neck and chest, showing that even though your body was heavy it still felt touch just as, if not more, intense as it usually did.

“Well,” Vergil lifted his hand from your body. “you see,” He reached into his coat pocket and produced a pocketknife. “I thought I had made my feelings clear when I transferred you to be my personal assistant.” The knife flipped open to reveal a six-inch blade. “And yet you just don’t seem to get it.” Vergil drags the tip of the knife down your chest, not hard enough to break through the fabric but so you can feel the danger drag against your skin. “I have realized,” You hear a click under the table and then the whirling of machines as the bottom half of the table starts to split in two and fold, in turn forcing your legs open and your knees to bend. “that waiting around until you notice my affection isn’t going to work. So,” Vergil slides the knife’s dull side down to your crotch before flipping it around so its curved tip pierces the cloth covering your crotch. “I must make them undeniably clear to get through to you.” In one quick, calculated movement Vergil slices through your clothing, opening up your top layer completely and putting enough of a hole in your underwear that he can easily tear them open. “And if that means filling your body and mind with nothing but me, then so be it.”

Nero

W-what!?

Nero panics a bit when you first tell him. Growing up in a religious town where sex out of wedlock and prostitution were treated as criminal offenses resulted in him having a very limited knowledge of sex and all its facets. He is able to calm down once you explain things to him: how it would all just be an act and that you only want to do these sorts of things with him.

That doesn’t mean he can handle doing it though. Sure, he can get rough with people like Dante and Credo, but if he senses the slightest bit of fear in someone like you or Kyrie he launches into protective mode. How was hesupposed to be the one causing the fear?

Yet he was also the kind of partner who was eager to please so he would try for you. ‘Try’ being the operative word here because the moment you start tearing up and pretend to plead for him to stop, he falls apart.

He got close, once, but it was far from satisfying. It was a simple scenario. Nero knocks on your door claiming to be a delivery man. When you open your door he forces his way in, has his way with you, and then escapes. Except he kept breaking character to ask if you were okay and if you wanted to stop, despite already having a safe word. And after the deed was done, Nero was supposed to leave for 5-10 minutes to let you stew in the moment. He didn’t even last half a minute before he barged back in to check on you and start apologizing.

It takes a while but eventually you two do find a middle ground that satisfies you both. One that coincidently utilized his engineering skills.

Nero hummed a tune to himself as he cleaned Blue Rose to fill the silence. With how often he wanted to hide away in his room as a teenager, Nero is surprised by how uncomfortable silence felt now that he moved out of his adopted family’s home. Then again, he usually had you to fill the quiet with but not right now. Speaking of which…

Nero looked over at his laptop which fed him consistent diagnostics and just as he did an error suddenly popped up. Looks like his experiment stopped. Did something malfunction or did you turn it off? Either way, he needed to check on it.

As Nero descended the long set of stairs to the basement, he took note of the lack of noise revibrating off the brick walls. That probably meant you weren’t up and about then.

His suspicion was proven correct when he reached the bottom step and there you sat atop the modified tobibako, just as he had left you. You noticed his presence, turning towards him but not saying anything, not that the silk rope in your mouth would let you say anything coherent.

“Sorry for the hold-up,” Nero said as he placed his laptop on the floor beside the end of the tobibako and plugged it in directly so it could run a proper scan of the mechanisms. “I’ll try to get this fixed up quickly.” The first step was to check the wireless kill switch.

It was still in place, untouched, clipped into the bottom level of the tobibako. It sat right where you could easily reach with your right foot, even if the chains attached to the cuffs around your ankles were wound so tight that you couldn’t lift your feet from the floor on either side of the tobibako. Still, just to be sure you hadn’t been left without an escape, he flicked the switch. Instantly the shackles holding your legs in place unlatched and the metal tube locking your arms behind your back opened up. As the tube, and the stand holding it up, retracted back into its compartment, you slump, hands coming forward to slow your descent until your heaving chest is pressed into the cushioned top level of the tobibako.

It didn’t take long for Nero’s laptop to finish its scan, informing its owner where the problem lay. Thankfully it was an easy fix, but it would take a couple of minutes which was fine with Nero. It gave you a chance to catch your breath and/or tell him if you were done for the day. When you didn’t move, and he even caught a blissed smile through the gag, he knew you were enjoying yourself.

“Alright,” Nero closed the hatch and looked to his laptop to make sure all systems were go. “that otta do it.”

You finch, realizing what his words entailed. But before you can move Nero activates the ‘middle link’ which was a curved mettle bar that, since you were laying across the top layer, looped around your midsection to lock you in place. He had built it with your measurements in mind so it wasn’t so tight it restricted your breathing, but it held you flush against the tobibako as it sprung back to life. The top layer vibrated aggressively while the extended lump pressed against your crotch vibrated violently.

You nearly scream behind your gag while your legs flailed and your hands cling to the tobibako as if it could steady you.

“Thanks again for helping me with testing.” Nero said while moving the kill switch from the bottom level to the top, taking a moment to grasp your trembling fingers and lead them to the button so you knew where it was and he knew that you could reach it. “Though with the holdup I may have to extend the timer so I can collect enough data.” You let out a long whine in protest but all you get is Nero’s fingers running through your damp hair. “Not too much longer, don’t worry. Just another… say… 40 minutes until your snack break?”

So these are the desires you have been holding back.

Though catching him a bit off guard, V is fully accepting and supportive of your fantasy.

As a lover of poetry, he has read countless works of literature describing the pleasures brought on by any and every manner of things. And so, though he does not feel it himself, V can understand how one would find it alluring to have someone so attracted to you that they are overtaken with passion, momentarily abandoning common sense or morality to satisfy their desire for you.

The only issue holding V back from satisfying your needs was his lack of strength. Though not as frail as his thin body may have you believe, V was still leagues behind his fellow demon hunters, which you were one of.

If you did lose yourself in fear and panic, as you said you wanted to, then V would be no match against your struggle. His physical strength in battle came from his familiars, and he was dead set against utilizing them for such intimate things. He also refuses to incapacitate you through alcohol, drugs, or serious injury. And even if he attempted to use restraints on you, you would throw him off with ease which would quickly shatter the illusion.

Fortunately, it is discovered that your thrill is more so in the fear of being hunted and being powerless to stop it.

An almost supernatural shadow, oppressive, untouchable, and always looming close by no matter how far you run? That, V could do.

You can hear them, the footsteps, ever encroaching closer but never reaching you. The cool night air both added to the chill seeping into your bones yet was not enough to cool your adrenalin-filled boiling blood. You would think having stuck to a main road sprinkled with cars and pedestrians would have brought you comfort, but even through the clamor you could hear the distinct footsteps. The light flicks of leather souls hitting the concrete then snapping back up to the foot, the light clinking of chains, and the tapping of a pointed cane. The sounds, kept uneven purposely to garner the attention of those looking for it, rang in your head like an alarm. And just like an alarm should, your fight or flight instincts kick in and you take off sprinting. You race home as fast as your feet can take you, desperate to escape the looming dread and go back to the one place you were safe.

This hope was shattered when you step into your home to find one of your empty vases not sitting on your coffee table filled with a bouquet of red salvias, camellias, and red begonias.

Now knowing that your home was no longer the safe haven you thought it was, you rush to pack an overnight bag. As you race from room to room you keep an eye out for anything that was new, was missing, or had been used/moved. Your favorite cup had been used and washed; your pillows and blanket had been rearranged; and your shampoo had been used. There were no more gifts, but a few articles of clothing were unaccounted for.

===+===+===

A notification sound from your cellphone snapped you out of your groggy staring at the damp hand towel hanging over the bathroom faucet. It was definitely one of the hotel’s towels, you could tell by the embroidery despite having been in such a rush to sleep anywhere but home that you didn’t even know the name of the hotel you had booked a room in. But why was it damp and hanging over the faucet for drying?

As you wracked your half-awake brain trying to remember if you had used a hand towel last night, you return to the main room. You flop back down onto the overly soft bed and grab your phone. You quickly spring to alert though when you see that the notification was of a text message. To be more specific, it was an image sent via text message from that unknown number. The one that had been periodically sending you photographs without any message to accompany them.

Though hesitant, you take a look at the newest photo. It was of you, in this very hotel room, sound asleep. This time though, instead of being one of you taken from relatively far away or through a window like all the previous ones, this photo was taken closer. So close that the person who took it must have been laying in the bed beside you. Your sleeping face is at peace in the photo, blissfully unaware of the tattoo-covered hand caressing your cheek, smearing the strip of fresh cum.

Sparda

How curious.

Sparda, as a demon, was well aware that many demons desire the thrill of the chase and revel in the act of forcefully taking or being taken. Nonconsensual union was just as common as consensual union in the demon world.

But when he had awoken to justice, he took on a more human moral stance which included the belief that those who took from others what was not offered were criminals.

Clearly, he had more to learn about humans and the vast grey areas in which their beliefs could lay. And he counted himself so very lucky to have you, his loving and patient wife, by his side to show him all the complexities of humanity.

Of course he will fulfill your desires and, speaking honestly, he himself will enjoy indulging a bit in his demonic urges.

What a shame though that not long after you both started to explore this new facet of your marriage, your fragile human body became even weaker.

So be it. Sparda knew how to bring you the same please even with this slight complication.

The sound of approaching footsteps catches your attention. You shift your naked body into a sitting position, which is the most you can do with how short the chains that bind your hands to the headboard and feet to separate bed posts are.

“I have returned dear.” Sparda announced, casually stepping through your shared bedroom door in his human form with a plate in hand.

“Sparda.” Is all you can whimper out as your husband stalks closer, his already impressive 7-foot height seeming even more intimidating with you sitting.

“I must say, I am very disappointed in you my dear.” His apparent perturbed mood could not be heard in his voice or seen in the way he gently placed the plate he had been carrying onto the side table, in turn revealing freshly cooked hashbrowns, an omelet, and a select few pieces of fruit. “The kitchen staff have informed me that you haven’t been eating as of late.” This wasn’t actually true, you were eating just fine, but that’s not part of the show you were both performing.

“Sparda please.” You beg, yanking against the cuffs binding your wrists together to show what you were asking for, but your plea was ignored.

“You can not be neglecting your heath like this.” Sparda took a seat on the edge of the bed beside you, his height making it so he still towered over you. “You need your proper nutrients, especially now that you are not eating only for yourself.” Sparda reaches a hand out to caress your inflated stomach. “You must think of the children dear. They are relying solely on you and your body to nurture them until they are ready to meet the world.”

“Please, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t live like this.” You try to move off the bed but can’t even get both feet to the edge of it, let alone stand up. Sparda pauses then, watching your eyes blown wide in fear and puffy red hinting that you had cried at some point. Despite your desperate expression, you did not give the agreed-upon safe word, so he pressed forward.

“I know that the changes you are going through can be frightening,” His free hand finds yours and gives a light squeeze as if to comfort you. “but this is how things must be. Now that I have chosen you to carry my kin I must keep all three of you safe while you are in this delicate state of creation.”

“Then after?” You cut in, grasping his hand in both of yours and pulling it to your chest. “After I have these children will you let me go?” You looked so very hopeful, but it didn’t last as Sparda chuckled ever so lightly like you were a naïve child asking for a wish to be granted.

“Of course not. The twins need their mother. And who is to say I shall settle for just two heirs? Now then,” Sparda turned just as your face fell into a look of despair. He plucked half of a strawberry off of the plate he had brought in. “it is time for you to eat, my dear.” He holds the fruit to your lips but you turn away with a glare. He responds with one of his own as he grabs hold of your chin and again tries to slide the fruit piece into your mouth. This time you jerk your head back and use a foot to try and push him off the bed in defiance. He does not budge though. He lets out a long, deep sigh as he replaces the strawberry on the plate. “Why must you make things so difficult for yourself?” Sparda moves from a sitting position to a kneeling one. As he forces your legs open you can feel his hands shift momentarily into his demon claws as a warning. “It seems I will have to pacify you first.”

#devil may cry #devil may cry imagine #dante x reader #reboot dante x reader #nero x reader #reboot vergil x reader #v x reader #vergil x reader #devil may cry sparda #sparda x reader #v (dmc) x reader

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tomitsuya · 1 year

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HOT COCOA

summary: there’s something so warm and comforting about your best friend, miya osamu. you just wish you stopped feeling a ferocious flutter every time you look at him

pairing: miya osamu/f! reader

tags: friends to lovers, timeskip, msby appearance, fluff

It's tough out there– Christmas is peak couples’ season and you’re surrounded by happy couples entwined everywhere you go. Lest you sound like a jilted heroine, you angrily push through a couple of them as you rush to Osamu’s restaurant for dinner. You hated being reminded about your singlehood– whether at work or in public, or on social media. This time of the year is especially draining.

Osamu invited you as an end of the year treat– he was closing Onigiri Miya until the new year and he invited you, along with a couple of other guests for a small party. As far as you knew, his brother and some of the MSBY players were also going to be in attendance.

You’re the last to arrive at the party because you missed your train, so most of the guests are inside and there’s a gentle hum of activity. Osamu’s back is turned to everyone as he dices some spring onions behind the counter. His muscles flex as he works on his cooking, dressed in nothing other than a thin, black t-shirt. You stare for a moment longer than you’d like, admiring his strong arms and hands prepare the vegetables with utmost care.

“Y/N!” Atsumu hollers, calling you into the restaurant.

Osamu’s ears perk up and he looks over at you. He gives you a quick smile which you return shakily, still simmering in the shame over nursing your attraction to your best friend. It was embarrassing– being an adult and having a crush on your childhood best friend but you were determined to ignore it.

Atsumu beckons you over to where he is, joined by his teammates and a girl. Before you can ask, Atsumu answers any questions you might have had.

“This is Hana, my girlfriend.”

You nod, giving her a brief smile. Hinata and Bokuto bombard you with questions, while Sakusa nurses his glass of tea silently. Atsumu and Hana seemed wrapped up in each other, so much so that you can’t help but feel a touch jealous. Not of Hana– never, no– but that they had each other when every atom in the atmosphere was reminding you of the joys of being in love.

Osamu joins the group a little while after, sliding a tray of Atsumu’s favourite negitoro onigiri towards him. Atsumu thanks his brother and tucks in with gusto, disgusting Sakusa, who hides his mouth behind his collar. You pat Sakusa on the back sympathetically, earning you the smallest of smiles from him, a miracle in its own right, and go on with your night, sampling a little of everything Osamu put out for the party.

Once the party cleared out, with a tipsy Atsumu draped on his girlfriend and having to be led out, you stuck behind to help Osamu with the clean-up.

“I don’t mind,” he smiles, “Ya can head home too.”

“Well, I don’t mind staying.”

“Alright,” he tosses you a damp rag for you to wipe down the tables.

“This yer first time meetin’ Hana?” He asks.

“Yeah, why?” You reply, cocking an eyebrow.

Osamu’s done washing up and starts putting away the dry utensils and plates.

“She seems nice, doesn’t she?” He asks cryptically.

You nod. “Yeah, they seem happy. I’m happy for Atsumu.”

“Ya were starin’ at them the whole night,” Osamu observes quietly, setting down the plate he was drying with more force than necessary.

It rings throughout the quiet restaurant.

“What are you talking about?” You ask.

“Nothin’, just wonderin’ if my idiot brother gettin’ a girlfriend made you jealous,” despite him trying to come across as light-hearted, you notice a palpable bitterness in his tone.

“It doesn’t, because I don’t have feelings for Atsumu. What’s bringing this on?” You move closer to him.

“Ya just keep goin’ on about how all the couples annoy you around this time of year and I saw you starin’ at Atsumu, and I couldn’t help but wonder.” He says placidly, not meeting your eyes, “That maybe yer just jealous.”

“Hey, I confided those things to you in good faith,” you frown, “Not for you to throw them back into my face.”

“Well, maybe if you stopped whinin’ and saw what was in front of ya, then I wouldn’t have to.”

“What are you even talking about?” You ask, tugging on his arm to get him to face you.

“I like ya,” he says bashfully, “And it's buggin’ me to see yer moonin’ over everyone, even though I’m right here.”

“And how was I supposed to know that?” You say, and even though your tone is biting, you’re more than a little pleased that he returns your feelings.

“Dunno,” he mumbles.

You roll your eyes, “Osamu, ugh, look at me.”

He meets your eyes shyly, so unlike his usual confident self. Osamu seems shocked that he confessed to you, more surprised than even yourself. You lick your lips as you search to find the words, but Osamu takes that as an invitation to lean in and kiss your lips softly.

“Was that okay?” He asks.

“Yes,” you breathe, “And I’m going to kiss you now.”

Before his lips can curl into a smile, you’ve met his lips and throw your arms around his neck. Osamu reciprocates enthusiastically, picking you up and setting you on the counter.

“Stop complainin’ now, because ya got me. And I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“Aw!” Atsumu’s shrill voice cuts through your moment.

The both of you jump up and look at him, but neither of you bother to unwrap your arms from the other.

“I left my wallet, and I came to get it,” he explains, “Sobered up when I got home and Hana made me come back to get it.”

You nod, but Osamu grumbles at him.

“Yer make a cute couple! Goodnight!” Atsumu laughs on his way out.

Osamu grumbles once more, “I’m tellin’ mom he was bein’ rude to you.”

You slap his chest at the obvious lie but he just grins devilishly, caging you against the counter in his strong arms. His lips skim the skin of your neck, teeth nipping you when he reaches your ear.

“I’m gonna make ya some hot cocoa after this,” he says as seductively as he can, “with marshmallows and everythin’.”

#osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #osamu x reader fluff #osamu x you #miya osamu x you #miya osamu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #by: tomitsuya #series: 22xmas

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that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main · 2 years

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Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 4

Gif Caption: top gif - Thor and Loki from Marvel. bottom gif- Billy Hargrove from Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: female | Age: 17-18 range

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Matt Murdock (MCU), Thor Odinson (MCU), Loki Layfeyson (MCU), Korg (MCU), Dinah Madani (briefly MCU), Black Panther (briefly, MCU), Billy Hargrove (ST), Steve Harrington (ST), Mike Wheeler (ST), Nancy Wheeler (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST)

A/n: this is the most crackhead things are going to get

Warnings: Billy bleeds and is injured, emotions, Neil hit billy >:(

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Frank drove off as soon as you got in the car.

It was silent ride.

You were trying to hide your crying

It was just too much with everything going on

Between the freshly beaten bullies and now adults bullying you

It wasn't nessacary that it was the words.

Its the fact that you can't do anything about it

"You okay kid?"

"Uh...I think I just lost my only friends..." she smiled weakly, "And I think Im really fucked because of it..."

He looked over at her as she sniffled, wipping stray tears, "Hey. Hey. They are you're friends. Those are the friends you want. Whats his name? Steve? Steve Harrington? With the three added inches because of his hair?"

Y/n chuckled and nodded still crying, "He's a friend. He's someone that's got your back. And what he did? What he did back there while you were in the bathroom? He did what he was suppose too. He stood up for you. Alright?"

Y/n nodded, a heavy plate being set in her lap as she sniffled looking down, "You stole the pie back?"

"You bet damn right I stole the pie back." Frank spoke causing Y/n to laugh, "that's my damn pie dish alright?"

Y/n couldn't stop laughing.

"Probally only fuckin thing that had flavor too." Frank contuined pulling two forks out his pocket.

"You stole there silverware!?" Y/n laughed.

"Come on. They should be glad I didn't use it!" Frank spoke his voice raising the warmth of laughter as it filled his chest.

"Midani's gonna come for you because you stole silverware watch!" Y/n laughed.

"Let her try!" He laughed Y/n cutting into the pie and taking a big bite.

"Mhm." Y/n hummed, "This is good."

Y/n took another bite, "Like really damn good! Mhm! I feel bad the kids didn't get any!"

"Come on give me a bite."

Frank for sure did know how to cheer you up

Even if you'd be in a sugar induced coma after comfort eating most of the pie.

He doesn't care. He can always make another fucking pie. He'll make you 20 as long as your happy.

You both go home and change into actual comfortable clothing and watch a movie

You've had a long day so you'd fall asleep to some crappy western pretty damn quick

He'd pick you up and put you in bed, kissing your temple before leaving you to sleep.

A few hours pass by before theres knocking on the window .

It makes your stir at first but soon it wakes you up and you get up.

"Hargrove?" Y/n asked head sticking out the window,"what time is it?"

"You okay?" He asked, Y/n nodded.

"Y...yeah...just been stressful recently." Y/n told leaning on the window seal, "Just my breaking point I guess."

Billy nodded, looking up at her slightly, "c...can you help me..."

It meek and soft, scared of being hurt.

Y/n looked at him concered,"who the fuck am I kidding I shouldn't...fuck."

Y/n reached for the flashlight beside her bed and turned it on directing it towards Billy.

"Holy Shit!" Y/n cursed, Billy's eyebrow split along with his lip and a bloody nose.

"Seems like everything that happened at dinners my fault..." he admitted, "I. Fuck. I kept lookin off. Ya know?"

"Come on." Y/n spoke holding her hand out as he grabbed it, Y/n helping him in and letting him sit on the bed while she turned the big light on, and went under her bed to grab first aid.

"I kept spacin out..." he told her she sitting next to him, "and I knew I should. But I kept doin it. I didn't mean to be starin at Wheeler. I."

"Hey. No need to explain it to me." Y/n smiled small, "Dont feel forced alright?"

Billy nodded, "i got mad." He explained.

"I got mad. I didnt say anything. I got mad because It should of been me. I should've stood up for you. Not Harrington." Billy started, "I should of stoped it. I knew it. I knew it was happening and I sat there. And I listened."

Y/n frowned, as Billy's eyes glazed over: "I. I know how it is. You. You don't."

"I know-"

"That's it!" Billy spoke, "You don't know. And I don't want you to know. I. You're my. Fuck...I."

"Billy." Y/n called softly, finger on his chin guiding it in her direction for her to clean it, putting a butterfly bandage near the corner of his upper lip.

"You're my...You're my city bird..." He finally croaked out, tears that filled his eyes fell from baby blues down his face.

"Hey...hey..." Y/n coaxed calmly, "I'm not goin anywhere. Im not."

She wipped a tear away, "and you're the only one that gets to call me the stupid as shit nickname."

He stiffled a laugh as Y/n smiled, "That nicknames so fuckin stupid ya know that?" She contuined.

"Sound like a damn piegon."

He chuckled as Y/n contuined to clean his face, the blood had stopped but she still had to address the eyebrow split.

"Damn. Hargrove were you always this pretty?" Y/n teased he rolling his eyes in response.

"Mad that I look better beat up than you?"

There he was. Billy Hargrove, back in action with his eye rolls and playful tone. Y/n knew part of it was an act a spacegoat: but she knew there was a part few got to see.

She finsihed cleaning his face and helping him disinfect everything. Kissing his head softly she smiled against his skin. Pulling away just enough for him to raise his gaze.

His nose grazing against her's just slightly as eyelids hung low. Billy's hand lifting up to hold the side of Y/n's neck as he leaned forward the beginning edge of there brow bones resting against one another with closed eyes. He was soft with his touch as he pushed forward, his lips pushing against hers, her lips tasted like apple pie.

But it didnt last long, they both mutually pulling away. That...didn't feel right...to neither of you.

Why?

"Did you?" Y/n asked quietly, and Billy shook his head.

"You?" Billy questioned softly, as Y/n shook her head no.

"Fuck...I can't loose you..." Billy spoke, "I. I can't."

"Im still here. I told you I wasnt going anywhere."

And thats when you guys became Plantonic soul mates

The only reason Billy kissed you was because well he's never had emotions this strong

He could tell you: I love you but kissing you. It was wrong. The kissing? Oh yeah that was great. It was the "you" part

Which made no sense to him because for a straight fact he knew he loved you.

So he's like: b i t c h what are these feelings

Safety and Security Billy, safety and security

You both were surpised you talked about it afterward, still the pinky promise dumbasses you both are

He still likes the head kissing though, or the kiss cheek.

Its the romance factor that just doesn't work.

You guys have a little pinky promise hand shake now,

Billy wont admit it but you're everything to him, and he knows he's everything to you: after all you said it too him

Yet unfortunately he's gotta leave, and you let him back out the window

"Sleep Tight City Bird." Billy spoke looking back up at her.

"Sleep Tight Hargrove." Y/n spoke holding out her pinky as he stiffled a smile, raising and interlocking pinkies with her.

And you watched him walk off into the darkness of the woods, most likely back to the main road.

You cleaned up and went to bed afterward.

You need the sleep: You're just exhausted from everything

Luckily no one woke you up for school-

Wait, No one woke you up for school?

She looked at the alarm clock beside her, school started thirty minutes ago, "SHIT!" She cursed now fully awake and running around, luckily she had washed all that makeup off the day before.

Hopping on one foot as she tried tying her shoe, she fell against the door, its opening, and her body followed, ending on the floor.

"The hell," Frank spoke.

"School! I'm late!" Y/n argued standing up, but there sat Steve Harrington, and the Wheeler siblings, with cups of hot coffee, and a cup of hot chocolate for mike.

"Well, morin to you too." Steve spoke drinking from his mug, "And happy fall break."

Oh...

"fall break!?" Y/n asked looking at the calendar, fall break was indeed in full swing.

you had been relieved as Frank pulled a chair for you to sit down while he was making breakfast.

He also stuck a cup of coffee in front of you

They had come to make sure you were alright, Steve especially, and he apologized to his mom like five times

"I'm really sorry."

"No Don't be." Y/n spoke sipping her coffee, "It's not your fault."

"And your sure your okay?" Nancy asked, "It's not every day an ordinary person takes a mental beating like that so easy."

Y/n nodded, "I...yeah, I got it."

"of course she's okay!" Mike argued, "She's taken bigger beatings from villains!"

So Mike thought you were a hero, just in hiding, and laid it all out for you: who and how you became an undercover superhero he had a very original origin story planned for you

It made you feel good, a kid being a kid: a happy kid

"but it's obvious you have a rival in the superhero world, is it Iron Man!? Captain America! I bet it's Black Panther."

Y/n laughed, "No. I haven't seen the King of Wakanda in new york for some time."

"You know Black Panther?!" Mike asked, Y/n half nodding.

"Brief visit," Y/n spoke.

"She knows Black Panther," Mike told his sister with a stupidly happy smile on his face.

"I know Mike, I can hear her."

Y/n smiled and took a drink of coffee, a brief visit meant getting thrown off a cliff by him.

Frank made breakfast for you all, waffles and everything

He likes your friends: he has a certain respect for Steve too

especially after that dinner

"You should come trick or treating with us!" Mike suggested.

"Me?" Y/n asked digging into her eggs.

Mike nodded, "yeah! Your super cool!"

Y/n smiled and looked at Frank who shrugged, whatever she wanted.

"Yeah. That sounds like fun." Y/n smiled, "I'd love to."

"Sweet! The guys would love you."

You guys spend your morning talking: Frank truly getting to know your friends, they all thought he was pretty cool too: especially with being in the service in the past and all

Plans for the break are thrown back and forth.

"So that new Horror movie is coming out." Steve spoke, "The 29th."

"Really? Didn't think you had a movie theater in Hawkins."

"funny."

"I know." Y/n smiled, "You guys wanna go see it?"

"You're busy the 29th," Frank spoke.

"I am?" Y/n asked.

"I'd hope you'd be busy with Murdock and them comin' out"

"Matts coming!?" Y/n asked in disbelief, "Seriously!? Like really!? You're not shitting me!?"

"I can tell them all not to come-"

"NO! NO!" Y/n spoke, "Guys you'll love Matt! He's a really good lawyer..."

And you went on and on saying they all had to have dinner while he was down,

AHH, Matt Murdock's coming! You're so happy, as said before: while Frank was in prison he had become somewhat of a fatherish figure to you, and you truly did care about him, and he really did care about you

Sure he had his own problems, and had no idea how to help you, and didn't shover his religion down your throat, but did take you to his church one time

Explained that she had to find a place like his church: a thinking place, wherever or whatever this place was: either it be a parking lot or an old park, you need a place to be grounded, where the weight just drops off the shoulders

just thinking about there talks made things better sometimes

so you were excited

Steve? Steve was not

Okay so this guy was older: but, you talk about him like he was a superhero

Oh he has no idea

But they still want to hang out with you during break

And Frank says he's fine with you being out as late as you want as long as you call him a few times, letting him know what was going on

Yet after a long breakfast nancy had casually looked at her watch

"Crap! I said I'd have Mike back by 10 am." Nancy spoke, "Hurry up Mike!"

"why what time is it?" steve asked.

"11:30!"

"Crap!" Steve spoke apparently they both had things to do quickly eating his plate of food, "I have to go! I'm gonna be dead!"

Steve got up quickly followed by Nancy and Mike.

"Mr.Castligone! Thank you for breakfast! Y/n! I'll call you later1 We'll do something on a day you're not busy! Breakfast was great! Okay! Bye!"

it was comical to you and Frank, watching them eat as quickly as they could and rush out like you had run out thinking you were late for school

You both just laughed, and you did the dishes, after all, they were your friends.

it was a peaceful day, you and he had spent his off day together, taking a nice walk through the woods by the water, skipping stones on the water, and lounged around the house

That's when you got a phone call, it hadn't been Steve, it was too quick for that despite the hours he was gone already

"Hello?" Y/n asked.

"Ah! Y/N of Midgard! Daughter of the Punished!"

"Thor?" Y/n asked quietly looking back but Frank was busy doin something in his room.

"Yes! It is I!"

"I am here as well!" Loki shouted annoyed from the back.

"Me too!" Korg cheered

"How did you get this number?" Y/n protested, "And Hi Korg,"

"No need to ask such questions! We are friends! Like, brother and sister! What is in your mind is in mine!" Thor cheered, "See I will tell you now what you are thinking! Guns! Weapons! Blood oh so much blood! And pure destructive victory! Which is why I wonder why are you in this place they call Hawkins?"

Y/n froze, what?

"Thor, just. Why are you here?" Y/n asked trying to keep her cool.

"To celebrate the falling of leaves!" He spoke, the smile heard in his voice.

"Did Jane break up with you again?"

"What!?" He laughed, "Pfft! No! Yes. She did. So I figured we could drown ourselves in such over-sugared delights; like old times, and you could show me around this very much lonely empire of yours. Korg would also like to do some drawing with you."

"Just. Where are you?" Y/n asked.

"Uh."

"give me the damned thing!" Loki ordered, snatching the pay phone, "I swear Y/n if you do not come and get us I will be invading New York again!"

"Okay One, rude." Y/n protested, "Where are you?"

"In front of..whatever this place is, looks like a prison."

"Does it say Hawkins High?"

"Yes! It does!"

"Just, give me 20 minutes."

"You have five."

"Fifteen."

"Fine."

You were never so quick in your life: you told Frank you were borrowing the Truck and said you loved him and call him later because you be out late and left

Left to go pick up who?

Billy Fucking Hargrove

OUT OF ALL PEOPLE

You knocked on his door so quick, and loudly too

"Max! Get the door!"

"Im going!"

She was surpised to see you there: and said Hi real quick before walking through following the blasting music.

"HARGROVE!"

"Jesus! What the Hell!" He argued looking back.

"How'd you like to help me baby sit Thor and Friends!?"

"What?" He asked, turning off his music confused as fuck, "Excuse me?!"

"You're going to see Thor?" Max asked Y/n turning around.

"Yeah. Yeah." Y/n answered nonchalantly hoping Billy would agree, "Well?!"

"Yeah! Yeah Im comin!" He argued grabbing his jacket as he quickly followed Y/n.

"I wanna come!"

"No!" Billy argured.

"Yeah! Fine whatever!" Y/n asked, "I don't have time to argue or Lokis gonna blow up New York again!"

"Excuse me!?"

"Get in the fucking truck now!"

Max thought Billy was an insnae driver? When your in a rush? Damn. You're crazy.

Billy's bracing himself your acting so crazy

You're sweating bullets and to hyperfixated on the road to answer any questions

You're racked with anxiety and pull into the hawkins high parking lot where the group waits.

"Hi Y/n!" Korg waves happily, Y/n getting out the truck leaving the two in the front seat completely speechless.

"Ah Y/n!" Thor cheered, "It's an honor to make- ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!"

Y/n grabs Thor by the ear and drags him along, Loki laughing just to be given the the same treatment.

"Ow! Okay! Okay!"

They're dragged to the car and ordered to get in. Korg following patiently. Max and Billy staring in complete shock as the back of the truck is filled with aliens.

"Must you be so rude?" Loki spoke in his defense. Y/n getting in the truck.

"Max, Billy." Y/n spoke, "these are the asshole brothers, and this is Korg."

"Hi!" Korg spoke with a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Uh..Hi." Max spoke with a small wave,"same here..."

"Y/n." Billy started, "what. the FUCK."

"What?! You're the only one that knows!" Y/n defended, "Im fucking loosing my head!"

"Yeah you're the Punisher's daughter! Thats one fuckin thing! These are fuckin Aliens!" Billy argued.

"You're dads the Punisher?!" Max asked.

Oh god. Things just can never chill, she feel like she's going to have a stroke.

And now everyones arguing.

"EVERYONE BE FUCKIN QUIET!" y/n shouts, it's silent.

"If I may intruppted-"

"Loki." Y/n spoke looking back, "Shut the fuck up please."

"Well you did say please."

It grows quiet as you pull out of the parking lot.

And it's just silent the whole time going down that long road.

"Um. Y/n." Korg spoke up sweetly, "Can we get ice cream. Please? I've always wanted to try it!"

You take them to get icecream, you saying everyone gets Vanilla because your not dealing with orders

Turns our Korg enjoys ice-cream

Are they suppose to ask you to do something? Or just let you keep driving to calm your mind?

But your going over the speed limit and a cop stops you

"I was hopin this didn't Involve you Hargrove." The cheif speaks but with the back windows roll down he spots the group of well...Aliens.

"Cheif?" Y/n asked gesturing for a name.

"Hopper..." he responded still awe struck by seeing who he's seeing.

"Cheif Hopper. If. You'd please. Just. Ticket." Y/n pleaded, "please."

"Uh...yeah....go ahead...with a. Warning."

"Thank you sir. You like donuts? I like donuts. I'll bring you down to the station later. Thanks."

You drove off after that taking a deep breathe in today...was gonna be real long

What were you suppose to do? Take them Downtown to spend the day?

That didn't seem like a bad idea.

Then again Korg. And as big of a sweet heart Korg was. He stood out

But people could feel safe if Thor labeled him as a side kick

Maybe you'd just dress him up and just say he was real tall

Or. Maybe you just could walk around him: its not like Hawkins had thousands of Cameras.

And Loki could just wipe tapes if nessacary

Then again people seeemed so shocked they dont think they'd be able to move to even get a camera or call anybody

Okay plan dress Korg up hoodie and swear pants and pray just say he's tall or under Thor watch

Yeah Yeah that sounded good.

Sounded good.

So with a calm mind you tell everyone they can ask there questions one at a time.

And they do tread waters very carefully

And then you tell them your plan. Which is stupid because no one has chlothes that are gonna fit Korg

Fuck it Superheros on Vacation thats the new plan

Just when you thought Hawkins was sane: you were oh so wrong.

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lvxybby · 9 months

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His Forever (james patrick march x reader)

I checked into a hotel after my night out drinking with my band mates. "Y/N are you sure you dont want us to drive you home?" My band mate eric asked me. "no...i've gotta check out the studio tomorrow...ill just uber there its closer than wasting my gas" I say walking to the check-in desk. "ok then...see you soon...love ya" eric said walking away. "bye Y/N" my other band mate brandon said following eric. i sigh and begin to talk to the front desk lady. "hi can i have a room for one?" i ask politely "sure that'll be $74 dollars" she replied. she turned around and gave me a key "room 64 sweetheart." she spoke with a smile. "thank you have a great night" i say walking off to my room. i see my room and begin to unlock it but i hear a voice...a very fancy voice from behind me "hello dear, enjoying your stay?" the male voice said as i turned around. i looked him up and down...he looked familiar but i couldn't put my finger on it. maybe the alcohol is messing with me. "oh well...i just got here" i reply nicely. the male was dressed very nice. he had a 1920's style. his pencil mustache and slicked back hair made him look so much more attractive. "oh..i see well im james march, the owner of this fine hotel" he stuck his hand out to me. then it snapped. james march was the owner of hotel cortez...he built the hotel and killed its residents. i shook my head thinking its just alcohol. i shook his hand. "well dear you shall get some rest...you seem a bit tipsy" he said bowing a bit. "o-ok have a good night" i say unlocking my door and heading into my room. i set down my things i came in with such as my guitar and small purse with my essentials in it. i look at the room. its very fancy and nice. its large and has a huge bed. i admire the room. it has rather a very sweet smell to it. like caramel. i go over to the window and open it. i pull out my carton of cigarettes and lighter. i light the cancer stick and begin to fill my lungs with the deadly smoke. tonights show was rough. so many people were there and my stage fright almost got the best of me. there was a fist fight at the bar and my guitar string broke while i was playing. it was so rough. me and brandon got into it cause he said he doesnt like the guitar solos i add to the songs, and he wants me to pay for a new bass for him, which i denied. he should pay for his own things. hes a adult who is capable to pay for his own bass. he makes enough money and im not gonna baby him. i realize i burnt all of my cigarette. i sigh before throwing it out the window. i close it and lay on the bed. i end up dozing off. i wake up to the sun light peeking through the window. i sit up and decide its best to get ready since i have to record in the studio today. i reach for my purse and look around for my phone. once i find it i call the taxi company. but no service. i dial again but no service again. i sigh before going to the studios number and dialing it. no answer. straight to voicemail. i sigh and throw my phone on the bed "fuck what am i gonna do?" i ask myself. i grab my pack of cigarettes and take one out before starting to smoke. i inhale the cancerous smoke into my lungs as i try to relieve my stress. before i knew it i ended up smoking the whole pack. the room was filled with the smoke. i threw the carton at the wall. "its ok i can make the appointment another time." i reassure myself. i think to myself before noticing the bedside phone. i pick it up but it was dead silent. not even the soft hum to let you know it was working. i look at the cord and notice it looks like its been chewed through. i slam the phone down. i sigh before going over to the door. my head is pounding from the night before. and that made me remember "the real james march" i sigh before exiting the room i walk down the long hallways but the familiar voice stops me again. "hello dear are you feeling better?" i snap around and see the same male. "james" stood there. it couldnt be him. he died in the 20's i learned about him in history class. now i knew it wasnt the alcohol.

#james patrick march x reader #hotel cortez #fem reader #part 2 soon

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piaoza · 2 years

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The Handmaid's Tale

The Handmaid's Tale is a dystopian novel written in the 80s. It's about a time of military control of state power, when women, called Handmaidens, were forced to breed - for more elite members of society, in an age of rapidly declining population. I've read quite a bit of YA dystopia, and this was my first try at adult dystopia. The way it's written doesn't always lay it all out before you, doesn't spoonfeed you like YA dystopia. It can be a little more tricky, some words a bit more difficult, some metaphors tough to comprehend. But that's what I like about novels like these. It takes an effort.

It's nothing grand or eloquent that you'll recognize right away, but it seems very raw and natural and spur-of-the-moment when the protagonist explains the happenings. That said, the novel is not what i would call fast-paced; it was quite slow and built up the story at its own speed, but I didn't mind that, and I'm sure it won't be a bother because the dystopian plot is enticing enough to keep you going.

The regime described in the book is quite patriarchal and stomps down upon certain women, forces them into certain jobs that they would never consider. That's the thing about dystopia; there is rarely an evident alternative. And even though the book seemed to cry out loud for some strong feminist plot twist, a heroic lead, we didn't get it, and in some ways, I'm glad about that. There were side characters described in the book who were openly feminist and admirably stubborn in their ideals, but the protagonist wasn't one of them, atleast not in the obvious ways.

She was more real, more human, in the sense that she consciously made mistakes, but she also knew that the times she lived in were so cruel, that her beliefs, honesty and faith, and even her courage, may be some things she could not afford to have - that she had to be whatever the world wanted her to if she wanted to survive. And yet, she didn't completely lose her inner defiance, the whisper of the wronged in her mind. In her own subtle, complicated and confusing ways, she was powerful. And she was ready to be flawed, she accepted it, and I liked that. That's another difference between adult dystopia and YA dystopia, I suppose. It may not always give you that wholesome outcome you expect from a lead in a brutal dystopian regime, perhaps because the plot and the point it conveys is more important to the author than our victory and the character's victory. It helps stimulate the importance of the storyline more than what it makes us, as readers, feel.

Personally, I enjoyed this book. At times, I did feel that it was slow-paced, as I said, but at no point did I feel like putting it down. It was definitely interesting in any case, as dystopia almost always tends to be, and was written the right way. Every chapter begins in a different way, sometimes there isn't a noticeable continuation, but it adds to the beauty of the book. It knows how to lure readers in, even when there may not be anything spectacular going on.

At the climax, the last 5 pages when things were starting to happen, I definitely felt my heart beating faster. It does not fail to deliver that adrenaline rush that dystopia always does. And that was a great refreshment to me; I haven't read a book like this in a while.

This book may be for you, or it may not, but there's a reason it's considered a classic in this era. It's brutal, it's smart, it's powerful in its own ways if you can manage to find that power in the genius writing style. In any case, it is really and truly dystopian, and entails all the terror and wonder that the genre boasts about.

#thehandmaid'stale #margaretatwood #literature #books #reading #currentread

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blissfulparker · 3 years

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Pleeeease do bodyguard Tom x reader?

A lil smut for ya😏

Concept: reader teases tom in only a shirt and small panties for its wash day and Tom is starting to loose his mind

The one thing tom hated about this damned safehouse was that he could not have any privacy at all. With all the rooms, all the space, he still couldn’t rub one out late at night due to the constant worry of someone coming in. He also didn’t like to think about rubbing one out on the job.

You on the other hand, you got bored with the strict rules tom placed on the house. You couldn’t go outside and he was near you 24/7, you were pretty sure he watched you sleep as he worried so much.

So with it being laundry day for you, you decided that the oversized hoodie and some old lacy underpants would do. Tom knew all your medical records, embarrassing childhood rashes and freckles to warn him incase anything happened, he knew everything so what was red pair of underwear to do?

A book cracked open on the couch as tom focused, nearly snapping in half as you walked across the living room.

“(Y/n),” he said almost in a sigh. “Put some clothes on.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose trying to erase the dirty thought.

“It’s hot, you won’t let me turn on the AC, all my clothes are in the wash and besides…I’m comfy.” You promised and teased. He sets down his book as you take out a tub of ice cream and start to eat away, sucking at the spoon in a teasing manner, he groans,

“Don’t do this.” He pushes and you shrug.

“Do what?” You bat your lashes and you throws his head back.

“Whatever the hell this is.” He waved his finger over your figure and you only shrug.

“This is nothing.” You promise him. His mind goes back to remembering he’s on the job. Technically he’s on the job. He certainly cannot fuck you or even have thoughts when he was supposed to take care of you.

“So if I wore nothing it wouldn’t bother you?” He looked at you as you sat down on the couch with the ice cream.

“Tom, we’re both adults, we’ve both seen bodies of the opposite sex…for some of us the same sex…who cares? Unless you’re a—“ you start and he stops you.

“I’m not.” He quickly says. His hands go to the hem of his shirt and he quickly strips it off.

“See? We’re okay.” You tell him as you swallow hard trying not to get flustered. You don’t remember him being this ripped. You can’t remember him with this many muscles.

“Are you sure? The ice cream is melting.” He smirks and you roll your eyes.

“Shut up.” You set the ice cream down. “And what? It’s fine. You feel cooler now yeah?” You ask and he looks at your sweatshirt. He can barely, just barely see your nipples poking through the fabric. No bra, this was a fun game.

“That sweatshirt seems hot, you don’t want to take it off?” He teases and you knew how far he wanted to push you. Frozen, he suddenly is closer to you. His breath near your neck as his hands come down to the hem of the sweatshirt.

“Your bedsheets washed yet?” He asked and you shook your head. Leaning in for a kiss but he moves back. “Words, words darling.” He says.

“No,” you only look at his lips. “I-I haven’t washed them yet.”

With your words, he grows a smirk that you quickly press your lips against to stop.

When you thought proving less clothes would make you cooler, only ended in yours and Toms sweaty bodies colliding

#kats blurbs #bodyguard!Tom #tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #imagine tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland au #tom holland x you

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baecvlt · 3 years

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Stalker Nagito Komaeda x Milf!Reader

this was requested via my twitter:

“Hey! i’ve seen your works and I’m in love. Can I request smut where a stalker Nagito Komaeda becomes obsessed with a milf reader who moves into the neighborhood who’s like a dom in bed and ya know just large bust and taller than him. Thank youuu🤍”

a/n: ofc. but I have my own idea of a dom which i’ll use involving certain things (heed warnings)

warnings: he is so obviously a virgin in this, degradation, slight masochism, asphyxiation, spit, also Nagito calls the reader mommy (side note: nagito is in his early 20s in this, he lives alone. age of reader isn’t specified BUT I say she’s in her late 20s/early 30s)

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It was a bright day...which Nagito despised. It was summer. He hated the sun, hated the mosquitoes, and the unnecessary humidity. It was days like these he wishes he was back at his university dorm. The A/C, the tall tree covering his window and blocking the sun...it was perfect. Hell, he didn’t even hate classes. Yet, he couldn’t live in the dorms forever. When it came time to buy a home, he stupidly did so in fall, moved in during the winter.

Well, no shit the home seemed perfect then. It wasn’t fucking summer. His A/C decided to break, his windows has a great view of the sun, and most of his friends were out of town (all except Hajime, but Hajime is fucking boring and a bummer). Nagito sat on his couch, watching reruns of old tv shows. He took a sip from his nearby glass (cold water), suddenly hearing sounds of what appeared to be a loading van. He looked outside his window.

A moving van?

Right, that one old man who lived there passed away. Freak accident, by the way. Oh well, may he rest in peace. Meanwhile, Nagito was being himself and trying to see who it was. Pretty much, the dude was being nosy. He saw another car pull up. That must’ve been the family’s car. Out jumped 3 kids, what appeared to be 2 girls and 1 boy. An adult stepped out. Nagito decided he’d get a better look at the situation. He put on his shirt, black jeans, and his green hood.

He was “going for a walk”.

Without being noticed, he made his way to the other side of the street. It was a woman, she was taking boxes out of the truck. The minute Nagito saw her it was if he was stricken by Cupid’s arrow. She was tall and beautiful. Her skin complimented her hair and her legs, he couldn’t take his eyes off them. Her breasts...he needed to stop—

“Hi!”

She was in front of him, a warm and inviting smile on her face. “H-Hi,” he muttered. She didn’t hear him well, so it helped that he waved. “I’m new in the neighborhood. We just moved in,” she added, putting the box down. She stuck her hand out, going for a handshake. He shook her hand, her warm hand against his cold ones. Why are his hands always cold? “I see,” he responded, getting his shit together,“I’m Nagito Komaeda. I live across the street”. She introduced herself and complimented his house.

“What a lovely home. I hope the neighborhood is just as lovely”

“It should be. It’s pretty quiet. There’s not many families here. Say, can I help you pack?”

“You’re too sweet! I’d really appreciate it”

He helped take all the boxes in her home, helping load a couch too, and help with other large objects. They finished in 9 hours, taking a majority of the day. “Thanks for helping out, Nagito”. She made a lemonade, handing him a glass.

“Don’t mention it! Also, thank you”

One of the kids ran in the living room where they sat on the couch. He gasped when he saw Nagito. “Mommy! That man looks dead!!!”. Nagito smiled, but his mom was not amused. “Michael! Apologize..”. The kid kept smiling and said,“Sorry!”. He ran to another room. “I’m so sorry,” she muttered. Nagito shook his head.

“Hey, I’m rather malnourished”

“Ha. On an unrelated topic, are you hungry? I could make us something”

“Oh, I shouldn’t linger any longer. I wouldn’t want to disturb your husband”

She laughed. “I know you mean no harm, but I’m not married,” she added. “Oh,” Nagito muttered,“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean it in any way”. She shook her head and reassured him it was fine. “Sit, Nagito,” she pulled out a chair,“I’m not letting you refuse having dinner with us. Especially since you were such help”. She rubbed his back before heading back into the kitchen to begin cooking.

She made him a bowl of pasta, adding chicken on the side. Nagito was quite happy. He hadn’t eaten a good meal in so long. Her kids didn’t eat at the table, but on the counter. Meanwhile, she ate with Nagito. Just as Nagito thought he couldn’t grow fonder of her, he did just that. All she did was let him talk about himself.

“Jesus, I’m sorry about your parents? How are you keeping yourself afloat with university and expenses?”

“Academic scholarships”

“Wow, you’re such a smart boy��

The way she phrased it made him flustered. “Thank you for the meal, ma’am,” he muttered,“I haven’t eaten like this in who knows how long”. She smiled tenderly, picking up his empty plate. “Seconds?”. He shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m already so full”

“I’m glad. You know, there’s always a meal for you in store if you can do me a favor”

“What’s that?”

“My oldest daughter has her final test this week. You think you can help her study? I’ll make you a nice, warm meal every time you come over”

Nagito thought about it. He would also have time around her. Plus, she wasn’t a bad cook. “Of course, I look forward to it,” he told her. “Lovely”. He got up and excused himself to go home. “It was nice having you over, Nagito,” she said softly. He could tell she was getting sleepy. When people are tired, Nagito has noticed that their tone is rather sheepish. She walked him to the door, ruffling his hair playfully and he blushed. “Goodnight, neighbor”.

“Goodnight, you”

Before he left, she stopped him and handed him a paper: (xxx) xxx-xxxx ♡

“Call me when you get home so I have your number saved. Then, I can call you when my daughter, Vanessa, needs help. Take care, okay?”

He nodded.

She closed the door, his thoughts racing on his way home. He picked up some things about her, things she didn’t even tell him. He went home and opened a notebook, writing all of it down. He called her and she answered, her voice as sweet as when he left (only sleepier). “Hello?”. His breath was heavy without realizing it as he spoke. “H-Hey, you told me to call you,” he breathed,“It’s Nagito...Komaeda”

“Oh, hey, angel! I’m not interrupting anything am I?”

“What? No, it’s all good— why’d you think so?”

“You sound like you need to catch your breath, but anyway, thanks for calling me. I’ve saved your number now”

“Oh, great! Well, if that’s all, I’ll let you go to bed now”

“It was. Goodnight, Nagito”

“G-Goodnight”

He hung up, flustered more than ever as he continued to jot down his thoughts on paper. The next day, he woke up at 6am to wait in his car. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. At around 7:41am, his front neighbor and kids headed for their car. Nagito, who had taken a light nap in the driver’s seat, was awoken by the car starting. He waited for the car to drive away just slightly past his house to start his own car, slowly tailing behind her.

He dropped her kids off at the nearby elementary. She got off, kissed them on their forehead (all minus the eldest, who walked swiftly through the gates). Seeing how she cared for them made Nagito feel bad, but all he did was brush that feeling off. Next, he followed her through her daily. As he did, his notes from last night echoed through his mind, adding new detail.

“She works at an office not everyday She doesn’t have allergies but is sensitive to dust Red seems to be her favorite color but always in a darker shade Her daughter is around 10 years old She isn’t vegan but enjoys almond milk Maybe has an issues with abandonment but I can’t assume that either She buys many apples but not the same amount of bananas at the store so maybe she only eats the bananas—”

Just more to add to his notebook.

He got home before she did, writing down what he had learned. His phone rang about an hour later of him getting home. He picked it up,“Hello?”. “Nagito, hi!”. It was her. He started having a mini-panic attack, because why would she be calling him? “H-Hey, how are you?”

“I’m doing alright. I was wondering if you could come over and tutor Vanessa”

Oh, thank god.

“Yes, of course. I’ll be down there right now”

“Great. See you then!”

He was relieved, heading to her home happily. He knocked on the door. When she opened it, she did so with the same warm smile as yesterday. “Thank you for coming over,” she said,“She’s in her room”. Nagito nodded, freezing when she grabbed his hand and took him to the room. Her touch was so soft, noted. They got to the room, where a girl was reading a book on a desk. “Nessa?”. The girl turned around.

“Nagito is going to be here for a few hours to help you out with homework and studying. He’s really smart, so pay attention and be respectful”

“Okay, mom”

She nodded, squeezing Nagito’s shoulder before leaving. Nagito approached the girl, she took her things out. Before he could speak, she stopped him. “Please don’t call me ‘Nessa’,” she whispered,“It’s bad enough my mom does, but not you, Please”.

“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on referring to you at all”

“Bastard”

“Nessa”

“I guess I walked right into that one”

Nagito laughed, grabbing a chair and sitting next to her. Her work wasn’t what he expected. Is this what they’re teaching kids now? He could’ve sworn he hadn’t seen this type of stuff until he hit middle school. It wasn’t anything he couldn’t do, but damn. All in all, tutoring went well. Vanessa actually learned something today. “Good job!,” he said. “Thank you,” she smiled and hugged him,“I felt so stupid”.

“Hey, its okay not to understand things”

Her mom walked in. “Dinner’s ready”. Vanessa got up and went to the kitchen. “How’d it go?,” she asked Nagito. “Went well, she gets the math now,” he answered. She smiled, thanking him for his help and asking him to join them for dinner. He’d be foolish not to, so he accepted the invite.

Fish tacos were served tonight with rice and beans, another lemonade made. It was different than anything Nagito had ever had, but that doesn’t equate to bad. He actually enjoyed the meal. The kids sat at the main table today, much more respectful than yesterday. “Michael how was school?”. He put a thumbs up, getting back to eating. “And Adrianna?”. She looked up from her meal and shrugged. “What’s wrong?”.

“I’m tired, but class was okay”

“Oh, okay. When you’re done, just take a quick shower and get to bed”

“Thanks”

Nagito thought it was endearing. Seeing how understanding and loving she was, it was refreshing. The kids all eventually left, Nagito finishing his meal. “Did you like it?”. He looked at her, nodding. “Great! Seconds?”.

“Full again. I don’t usually eat, but your food is always so good”

“Oh, you’re just saying things...”

“No, really! Thank you”

He said his goodbyes to the family, walking back home. It was as if he was falling for this woman more and more everyday. He went to sleep, this time dreaming of her. He never dreams, but this time he dreamt she was on her knees for him. Then, nothing else. It was as if his dream teased him.

The next morning, he woke up to some knocking on the door. He looked at the time. 8:23am. He put on a pair of jeans and his shirt, walking to his door. He opened it and there she stood, wearing a black dress and red heels. He assumed she had work and needed a favor before going. “Good morning,” he said.

“Were you following me yesterday?”

Shit.

“I, uh...,” he didn’t know what to answer. He was indeed following her yesterday. He also liked her, so if he straight up said that he was to following her, it’d ruin things. His face was glowing a shade of pink to a slight red as he thought of the right answer. He was still stumbling over his words. “I think it’s kinda cute,” she added. The fuck? “Huh?”. She pushed him inside the house, closing and locking the door behind him. “When a boy follows someone around, it’s because he wants something,” she added, but her tone was so sultry,“Well, Nagito—”. She pushed him onto the couch, leaning in front of him with her hands on his chest.

“—What do you want?”

None of what was happening felt real. Nagito couldn’t find the words to express what exactly he wanted. This was the first time he’d ever been in a situation like this, it wasn’t a bad one either. He began to panic when she straddled him. “Could it be that you wanted me?,” she asked. He frantically nodded and she laughed as she locked her lips with his. He gasped against her lips, kissing back. She slowly trailed her kisses down to his neck, cupping his jaw while grinding on his lap. Nagito moaned, his shaky hands grabbing her ass. She grabbed his hands and put them away from her. “It’s cute that you’re getting this carried away”.

“I’m sorry”

“No time to apologize. Get on your knees for mommy”

Nagito was about to lose his mind when she said that, but he obeyed. Her presence was domineering as he stood on his knees against his carpeted floor. She spread her legs, noticing Nagito desperately trying to get a look. Her red heel stopped him, stepping on his head lightly. “Am I teasing you?,” she asked,“It’s okay to be honest”.

“Y-You are, but its okay. I want to be teased by you”

“You’re adorable,” she took her heel off his head,“Let’s go to your room”.

He practically ran to his bed. He sat and waited patiently. She entered the room, heading to his bed. She began to take off his shirt, admiring his frame. She then unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. He kicked them off and sat down. She sat next to him. “Give me your hands”. She held them, frowning slightly. “Boo, they’re so cold,” she teased,“I’ll warm them up for you”. Carefully, she grabbed his left hand, putting his middle and ring finger in her mouth. She licked to his fingertips, leaving him tense and speechless. She stopped and smiled at him.

“This is your first time, isn’t it?”

He nodded shyly. “Don’t be shy,” she said,“I’m going to guide you, but I’m also going to have my fun”. He gulped, nodded. She stood up and removed her dress. She wore a lacy black bra and panties. She brought his hands to her breasts, allowing him to fondle them. They were huge in his hands. “You like them, baby?”. “Y-Yes,” he muttered,“Can you, uh, take....the bra off?”. He was ashamed when asking, he felt desperate. She smiled and nodded, unhooking it and allowing the bra to fall to the ground. He gasped at the sight of her tits, grabbing them. She straddled him.

“Do you know what to do with them?”

He nodded, rubbing one and sucking the other. She moaned sweetly, grinding on his lap. He popped his mouth off them. That was when she took the opportunity to knock him onto the bed. She began to make out with him, shoving his tongue down her throat. They lay sideways. Her hand was on his neck, slightly choking him. He couldn’t resist but try to grind on her lap. She laughed. “Look at you,” she mocked,“Humping my leg like a desperate little puppy”. She didn’t let him speak, sitting up and pushing him back down. “I’m going to give you what you want,” she whispered in his ear,“Take your cock out”.

He was nervous as he did, hands shaky. She blushed a bit at his size. “It’s so big,” she said, straddling him,“I’m going to have my way with it”. “Please, do what you want to me,” he begged,“Abuse me, please”. She didn’t speak, sinking down on it. Nagito gasped, she was extremely wet. She began to bring her hips up and land straight down on it, repeatedly. She put her hands around his throat, now being rougher. Nagito gasped for air, grabbing her hands.

That was a mistake.

“Hands down,” she ordered, striking him across the face. “Sorr-”. He was slapped once again. “Only speak when you’re spoken to”. He nodded as his stomach began to cave in. His cock twitched each time she slapped him, making her moan. She leaned forward, capturing his earlobe between her teeth. He winced, his hands tangling in the sheets. He felt as though his entire body was blushing.

“You’re so sensitive there”

She teased him, kissing the skin and nibbling. His hips involuntarily snapped upward, making her whine. “You’re so desperate, baby,” she laughed,“it’s so cute”. He could feel her warmth running along his cock. He bit into his hand, trying to stop himself from cumming inside her. It worked, but she didn’t like him doing that. She grabbed his hands and kissed them.

“Don’t hurt yourself, put them right here”

She placed them on her boobs. He watched them bounce up and down, grabbing them gently. His rather large hands seemed small on her tits. He was extremely flushed. He took them off her and placed them on her hips. “Open your mouth”. He lay back more and did as he was told. She leaned forward, grabbing his jaw again as she spit into it and kissed him. He moaned when she did, his urges getting the best to him and thrusting upward. He hit her cervix every time, causing her to produce the sweetest and sluttiest of moans. Her walls tightened around him and now he was whining. “Are you gonna cum, honeybun?,” she asked.

“Y-Yes..”

“Where do you wanna cum?”

“I wanna cum...everywhere. I want it. I want it so bad. I wanna cum inside and on your tits, on your ass, y-your face..mouth. Please let me cum, mommy”

She motivated him, riding him harder. “Come on, Nagito,” she whispered,“Cum for mommy. Cum all the way inside her”. He lost his mind after that, groaning as he shot his load(s) inside her. He was still inside her as he tried catching his breath. She rubbed his chest, shushing him. “Good boy, you did so well,” she cooed,“Such a good boy.” He was covering his face, embarrassed and still hard. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?,” she asked. He shook his head, thinking,“Not rough enough”. He whined when she got off, revealing he was still erect. She noticed.

“You wanna go again, baby? Kids don’t leave school till 2:30. We have time for an extra fuck”

“C-Can I?”

“Yes, dummy”

She let Nagito choose how to fuck her. He wanted missionary, mostly because he craved intimacy and she did not disappoint. She kissed and praised him, telling him he was good. She held onto him the whole time and cuddled him afterwards. Nagito felt so special, he felt loved. “I can come over when I don’t have work,” she said,“Would you like that?”.

“I’d love that actually”

“You make me happy, Nagito. I could stay here and cuddle all day”

“I feel so lucky”

He yawned, looking at the clock. “Its 10,” he told her. She nuzzled his chest, humming. “Mmmm, let’s take a small nap,” she whispered,“Okay?”. “Okay”. He kissed the top of her head and held her to him, slowly joining her in slumber.

#danganronpa #fanfic #danganronpa goodbye despair #smut #dr nagito #sdr2 nagito #nagito headcanons #nagito smut #nagito x reader #nagito komaeda #nagito komeada x reader #x reader #danganronpa nagito

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fific7 · 3 years

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Ticket to Ride - Part 3

Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Inspired by The Beatles song of the same name. This takes place in my S1 Punisher AU with Arrogant!Billy in attendance, in which he gets a taste of his own medicine.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including unprotected and oral, between consenting adults* in some chapters. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit)

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𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕨𝕙𝕪 𝕤𝕙𝕖'𝕤 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙

𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕥𝕨𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕞𝕖

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Billy slammed the door of his hotel room closed behind him. He was fuming.

Damn!!! Damn, fuck, damn, fuck, fuck, fuck! He stormed across the room and threw himself onto the bed, hands linking behind his head on the pillows, glaring up at the ceiling. Apart from anything else, his male pride was injured - he was an ex-Marine for fuck’s sake! And he’d been outsmarted by a... a.. civilian!!

Lying there for a while, wondering what the hell he was going to do now. Micro couldn’t track her phone this time, and fuck knows where she was headed. Or... had she gone somewhere else? Or just moved to another location in London?

His gut told him she’d gone somewhere else. Those apartments she’d been staying in were for longer-term lets, not just one or two-night stays. Maybe she was using that as a base of operations like he would’ve done in the military. Yeah, he liked the sound of that. He sat up suddenly, taking his phone out of his pocket and opening Google Maps. He searched for Wood Wharf and when it listed up, he moved the map around with a finger and within a couple of seconds spotted what he’d been looking for - City Airport.

Billy grinned. He was back on her trail, he just knew it.

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Frank jolted awake, and after a few seconds realised that his phone was ringing. He grabbed it, screwing up his bleary eyes as he tried to read the time and who was calling. Shit, it was 1 a.m.! And it was Micro. What the hell?

He accepted the call, hearing Micro’s muffled voice saying, “Frank?” “Yeah, yeah... what’s up, Micro? And you sound like you’re underwater.” There was a slight pause and a swallowing sound, “M’eatin’ a donut. Sorry. Look, Russo’s just texted me again - this time he wants me to search for her on flights outta London City Airport. I said ok... but....” his voice trailed off.

Frank sighed. He hated this, he was stuck slap bang in the middle of all this shit between Billy, Karen and Billy’s girl.

Billy - he could kick his dumb ass for ‘messin’ around’ with Madani. Karen - he really didn’t want to upset his girl. And Billy’s girl - he felt sorry for her that she’d had to put up with Billy’s recent bad behaviour but.... he’d been so relaxed and happy since the two of them got together. So... he’d give his idiot friend a break... but only a small one.

“Yeah OK, Micro, go ahead with what he asked ya to do. Let Russo know once you got an answer for him, then you tell me. And if Karen ever asks, you didn’t call me ‘bout this till a helluva lot later this mornin’. Got it!?”

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Stepping out of the lift onto the landing of the 20th floor, you were met by a view across the harbour and a symphony in red - carpets, walls, doors.

(My Photos - Dec 2014)

The W was even better than you’d imagined, and as you reached your room and opened the door, you loved the view you got all along the beach from the big picture windows.

After you’d unpacked, you dropped a quick text to Karen just letting her know where you were, then left your room to go and have a walk around the local area, called Barceloneta according to your online guide book.

There was a cooling sea breeze, the sun was shining and you turned your face up towards it.

The W Hotel was right at the far end of the beach, and you had a pleasant stroll along it until you reached a busy street called Passeig Joan de Borbó, which ran parallel to the marina known as Port Vell. You passed several restaurants and decided that you’d have an early lunch in one of them, rather than eating at the hotel. You could have dinner or even room service there later on.

Sitting at an outside table, looking at the yachts moored at the marina, watching all the people strolling by on the wide pavement, sipping at a glass of wine.... you gave a happy sigh and relaxed back in your seat.

Billy would never find you here.

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Touching down in Barcelona, Billy watched the airport buildings rushing past as the air brakes were applied and the plane began to slow down. He was impressed with how short a flight it was from London; it was only a few hours since Micro had messaged him with the search results and he was here already.

He made his way through Passport Control and headed for the taxi rank, joining the queue and eventually being waved towards one of the waiting cars by the attendant.

Half an hour later, he was checking into the W. He felt excited, pleased, a thrill of anticipation - he’d caught up with her this time. Now all he had to do was dump his stuff in his room and stake out the lobby until she inevitably showed up.

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You’d walked up the full length of Joan de Borbó until you’d reached a new area of town called El Born. There was a lovely park - it had been built over a citadel from long ago when Barcelona had been occupied by invaders - and it was full of narrow little streets and cute artisan boutiques. Stopping for a coffee next to an old market building - the Mercat del Born - which had been converted into a cultural centre, once again you just enjoyed the sunshine and watching the world go by.

You looked around at the beautiful buildings; how lovely it would be to live in an apartment in one of these like the locals did. Most of the buildings had ‘Juliet balconies’, not especially spacious but enough to be able to step out of your apartment, maybe sit and enjoy the fresh air if you had room for a little chair. Some of the balconies had lush green plants in big ceramic pots on them, and you thought that sitting out there in amongst them would be like having your own little cocoon from the outside world.

You had a leisurely stroll through the neighbourhood, taking an interest in the small stores, tapas bars and old buildings. At the far end of the Passeig del Born you admired the huge Santa Maria del Mar, a church which your guide book told you was a fine example of Catalan Gothic. This opinion you agreed with - it was a beautiful church and you ventured inside to quietly look at its impressive yet simple interior.

You came out and turned onto Carrer Montcada, where the famous Picasso Museum was located. Not that you were going to go and check it out - your guide book had given some ‘best times to queue’ and spending time in a line of tourists was not your idea of fun - but you wanted to see if El Xampanyet, a famous tapas bar, was still open so you could have a glass of cava. Unfortunately it wasn’t, it had closed a couple of hours earlier and wouldn’t reopen for another couple. Sighing, you decided to walk along Montcada which would take you to Carrer Princesa, you could walk down it and cut round past the Mercat del Born again, back to Barceloneta and the W.

You were feeling a little peckish and the thought of some chilled cava and something to eat was really appealing.

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Billy felt his eyes slowly closing. He shook himself awake behind his newspaper, he couldn’t risk falling asleep but what with his disturbed night’s sleep and then his dash to Barcelona was making even him - an ex-Marine who could function on little or no sleep - feel really fatigued.

Sitting in one of the comfy sofas in reception for the past hour or so was not helping, the quiet hum of voices and people entering and leaving by the revolving doors was soothing him into a drowsy state. The newspaper he’d been pretending to read was in Catalan, totally impenetrable to him so he’d had to resort to just looking at the pictures, not the best at keeping his mind active.

He heard the ‘swoosh’ of the revolving door again, looked up and then froze. It was her!! He peeked round the edge of his paper.

She was heading for the lifts, looking in her bag for her keycard as she walked, she needed to swipe it so she could go up to her floor.

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The lift doors opened and you stepped inside, running your keycard over the reader and hitting the button for floor 20. The doors began to close but then suddenly sprang apart again as someone hit the Call button, and you looked up with the usual polite but disengaged smile that people give each other in lifts.

Billy Russo was looking back at you, a small smile on his face as he hit the ‘Close Doors’ button.

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She’d shrank back from him as soon as she’d realised it was him. Billy was incredibly hurt by that. He wasn’t going to harm her!!! He reached a hand out towards her but she moved even further away from him, right into the corner of the lift.

He said her name, then, “Sweetheart.... please! Just hear me out. That’s all I want to do - talk to you.” She glared at him, “Talk!! You want to talk? Ha!! And why would I want to listen to you!?” Billy grabbed her, getting her in a bear hug, kissing her hard and hungrily. He could feel her struggling in his arms but then she began to relax the tiniest little bit, so he just kept on kissing her passionately.

There was a ‘ting’ as the express lift reached its requested floor, and the doors opened onto the landing. There were two elderly ladies standing there and as Billy’s lips broke away from hers, he turned his head to look over his shoulder at them as they stared. “Ladies,” he nodded, firmly taking his girl’s arm in his and pulling her along with him as he got out of the lift.

“That’s not talking!!” she hissed at Billy.

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You were towed along behind Billy until he stopped outside your door. So.... he even knew your room number. Why hadn’t Karen given you the heads-up this time? You were feeling very uneasy. Billy was on a mission, that was clear.

He’d grabbed your keycard while he was kissing you in the lift. Why hadn’t you struggled harder? Because you’d missed him, of course. You didn’t like it, but you couldn’t deny it.

Now he swiped the keycard against the reader on the door, opened it and bundled you inside, closing the door firmly behind him. He let go of your arm and strode into the room past the centre-located bed which faced the huge window and made his way over to it, looking out at the view it gave of the beaches and the city.

(My Photo - Dec 2015)

He sat on the window seat and turned towards you, “Please... let me explain. Have a seat.” Reluctantly you sat at the opposite end of the long seat, but then stood back up again. You needed a drink. Picking up the bottle of gin from the small table by the window, you walked over to the mini fridge and opened it, taking out a small bottle of tonic water before retrieving a glass from the cupboard above it. You walked over to the large unit under the wall-mounted TV and put it all down, then prepared a G&T for yourself and took a large gulp.

“Nothing for me?” asked Billy, with his best puppy-dog eyes and pout. Heaving a sigh, you went back over to the fridge and took out a bottle of Estrella Damm beer for him, popping the top off it for him. Picking up your G&T on the way back to the window seat, you handed him the beer and sat down.

He took a large swig of the beer, and began, “Sweetheart, I....” but you cut him off. “If you dare to say ‘it’s not what you think’, I’ll chop your balls off, Billy.” He winced, and you shot at him, “What’s her name?” Billy shook his head and opened his mouth to speak, but again you beat him to it, “And don’t give me any bullshit. I’m not stupid.”

Billy sighed, taking another drink of his beer, “I know you’re not, sweetheart. But I swear I didn’t cheat on you, it was just about getting information.” “What. Is. Her. Name!?” you ground out. His head went down and he said, “Dinah Madani. She works for Homeland,” but not meeting your eyes. “Okay, Russo. Now we’re getting somewhere. What exactly did you get up to with Mizzz Madani?” “Nothing! I swear!” You stood up abruptly, and Billy - who’d been leaning in towards you - rocked back a bit. “Oh, fuck off Billy!” you yelled, “I can smell the guilt off you!”

You were getting angrier and angrier, “You say you wanna talk and then all you do is lie! Get out! Go on - just get out of my room!”

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Billy opened his mouth to say something placatory but seeing just how furious she looked, he decided that a tactical withdrawal was probably the sensible option.

So instead he drained his beer, stood up and began walking to the door. He stopped and turned halfway across the room, gazing at her, “But I do need to properly explain all this to you, angel. Let’s talk later, okay? Please - just give me a chance.”

She nodded, “OK. Tomorrow morning.” He walked to the door, feeling defeated, and left her room. At least she was gonna give him another shot.

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The door closed behind him, and you breathed a sigh of relief. Truly, you hadn’t been sure how he was going to react when you told him to leave - Billy had a temper on him. You really didn’t think he’d physically hurt you but he always had that air of danger about him. And you’d been so angry yourself, you’d kind of lost yourself in it.

He might be dangerous, but he was a cowardly little shit when it came to telling the truth. You thought back to what he’d said - ‘Nothing, I swear’ - yeah, a likely story! He must think you were so dumb!

Picking up the room service menu, you had a brief look through it then ordered a cheeseburger and a cup of coffee. While waiting for it, you got your laptop out of your bag and opened it up.

Sorry Barcelona, I haven’t seen even half of what I’d intended to and I’d been so looking forward to exploring.

But instead, I’ve got to love you and leave you.

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Billy stepped out of the walk-in shower wearing one of the hotel’s fluffy white dressing robes, and headed to his mini-bar. He needed another beer. And some food. He flicked through all the stuff lying out on the unit, finally finding the room service menu and ordering a steak and a coffee.

He sat on the window seat while he waited, propped up against the wall with his long legs stretched out in front of him. He was feeling guilty, uneasy and really not pleased with himself. Telling her the truth was turning out to be more difficult than he’d thought. He wondered out loud, “Why is that?” but in fact he damn well knew why. The way he’d been carrying on with Madani was wrong. Even if he’d only been intent on getting information, it was just like Frank had said - cheating - and he knew it. Even if, in Billy’s book, there was Cheating Lite and Cheating For Real, and his overstepping had only been into Lite territory. Was it really that bad?

Who was he kidding? Unsurprisingly, his girl didn’t like to share.

So one thing he knew for sure was that when - if - he ever told her the complete truth, his angel was going to be very, very unhappy with him indeed.

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You’d ordered a very early room service breakfast and after you’d eaten it while enjoying the view, your belongings were quickly stowed away and you took the lift down to the lobby. After checking out - and assuring the receptionist there was nothing wrong, you just had to leave earlier than you’d anticipated - you were on your way to the revolving door when your phone vibrated.

Karen: Billy got Micro to track you down again, sorry hon! He knows you’re in Barcelona 😳 he’ll be heading out there.

You: Yeah, he’s already here! Caught up with me yesterday evening. Agreed we’d talk this morning. But I’m in a taxi on the way to the airport 😉

Karen: 😂😂😂

Once outside, one of the guest services guys waved up a taxi from the nearby rank for you, and wished you a pleasant journey. The taxi driver asked you which terminal you were headed to, and then you were on your way.

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Barcelona

(My Photos - Dec 2019)

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vlassk · 2 years

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A/N hey everyone I'm quiet new to tumblr to write on, this story is a weird little story about the one and only Battinson batman, and you, a vigilante who doesn't really like him just showing up.oh you also have amplified hearing ;)

Pairing-Batman/ Bruce Wayne x reader

Warning- language, blood, drug use, mentions of criminal activity, adult themes

It was another depressing day in Gotham, the rain poured down as if the gods themselves decided to pour buckets on the city. You continue to walk down the empty streets rain, police sirens and cars are the only noises you really notice. This sad city of regret, Regret is something you often felt as you spent your time here, regrets with people family and friends, regrets with decision's, words and action And especially regrets with trusting the wrong people way to soon.

You think to yourself “no good thinking about the past, just makes me feel more like shit” with that note you walk into an alley way, loosening your grip on the umbrella you were holding, The rain caught on the buildings around you, making the heavy rain seem soft for just a minute. Right as you leave the alley you face head on with a beaten up building, windows covered with carboard and tape and trash surrounding the door. “this place is a dump” you walk into the building to be greeted again by neon lights and the sound of an old jukebox playing repeated songs.

“AAh look everyone Y/N is finally here, we can get the meeting started” A young man stands up from a small booth and grabs your umbrella putting it away on a side hook. “ good nights jarred .. yes i am finally here, my question is why.” you smile and put your jacket away, sitting down on the next seat over to Jared, another vigilante you work with.

“ i heard the big boss man has word on the guy in the bat suit, ya know the real creepy guy?” your friend Cynthia replies to you

“bat guy-”

“oh yeah yeah the guy who showed up like last year or something huh” Jared cuts you off to talk more on this man, Who you had no idea about, you lived a life of solitude and never really watched the news, only interacting with your small group.| bat guy...wait who?” you continue on making a face that showed your two friends how confused you actually were.

“wait you don't know, I knew you were a shut in but cmon, he’s like new vigilante justice man, apparently he’s stupid tall and creepy, he’s actually stealing away most of our business, cops wont come to us for help and when I try to stop small gangs or robbers they seem relieved I'm not the bat dude and get less frightened. Its lame” Cynthia goes off on a small rant the two go off talking about it but all you could think about was how you missed a whole year plus of another vigilantes existence, It was true you never went out or cared for anyone but your job but he’s apart of the same job.

a few minutes later two people walk out of a room behind the bar, another work buddy, Key, and your boss, Monty, Key sits down and Monty leans on the bars railing.” well you guys were right, I called you all here because that bat. Listen normally I'm used to us staying hidden, not getting involved in higher cops and making sure our own fights stay within us and no one knows who we are. but this guys getting bolder, that light up in the sky is going to mean police who don't agree with us are looking for crime and those who want to take justice into their own hands. You all need to be careful, don't go searching for him, don't go poking around dirty cops, ill give you some of my pay from working at that club to get you all by, but this is a family and i don't need any of you getting arrested by those pigs.” the group was in a small shock, Cynthia and Jared a little surprised they were actually correct. You still confused on how you missed such a big part in Gotham's news. Everyone is just taking in the news, small discussions are heard around the room, Key stands up and claps her hands with a big sigh “huh... well that's that come on guys lets go home, next meeting is a week after Halloween..” and with that you left back to your apartment.

You knew you weren't supposed to go out and look for this bat guy, but after hearing about his signal light you wanted to see the hype.You sigh loudly and head into the bathroom for a shower, You had a TV you just didnt want to turn it on. "So much bad news...so much sadness" you turn back into your living room and pick up the remote, turning The small TV on and turning the volume up. You walk back into the bathroom listening In on the commercials before the local news. You undress and get into the shower

" Next on tonight's Big News is the terror of Vigilantes running the city. More and more people try and take justice into their own hands each day and one name keeps on getting popular.~~"

"Yes its up to the Public to decide if the bat masked vigilante is to be trusted. So far putting fear into Gothams criminals and even our own citizens, now that's not to deny some rare citizens who actually agree with this persons agenda~~"

You keep zoning in and out of the conversation on the news,"I really did miss him.."

"Now the other thing people are Fearing is Halloween, now Weather outlets predict it will rain on the Spooky holiday but we all know Weather isn't an issue when it comes to the criminals we have here. We suggest businesses watch out for those in masks and bulky costumes for suspected robberies be safe and always travel with a friend or group to avoid getting robbed or targeted~~"

"Hmm... Halloween...wonder what I should be.. Would be funny if I actually wore the mask Monty gave me...haha...funny" you laugh to yourself and Get out if the Shower. Getting dry was the worst part for you, you felt cold and still somehow sticky. You flop down on your bed and look over to the random things you have on your night stand. You see the hearing aid looking object and grab at it, you stare at the object and slowly out it into your ear

A small scratch sound enters your ear and a sound wave of noise fills your head, you hear small whispers from your neighbors and the cars outside have gotten louder, small sirens are in the mix and the pitter patter of the rain almost starts to sound like a white noise. You begin to slowly close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

Night of Halloween

Once you get home from your day job you get a new change of clothes, a pair of baggy pants with pockets filled with random things to use as makeshift weapons, and a heavy hoodie. The group you’re in has special connections with someone running a Black Market shop specializing in new technology, they all have their special quirks but you asked for things that heightened your hearing, you were already swift and could avoid punches but hearing better would let you hear the whispers of people, know everything before it happens. Feel the vibrations and make judgment on what to do. It was the day of Halloween maybe an Hour or two before the sky goes dark, you wait to find your new interest After hours of searching around listening to police scanners you decide to go home, arriving at a train station and picking a cart that was almost empty. You notice a group of men in the other cart and decide to observe them, you crouch behind the train carts door and turn up the technology around your ears.

Small whispers and snores are what you first hear, the vibrations of the train making it hard to "see" anything around you. But you make sure to note the group of men laughing at a video, it sounded like a man being punched. The train reaches its stop and you see a man start to get out, the group soon follows the youngish looking man and you follow right after them"This is going to be interesting" you whisper to yourself, you lift the bunny mask back up and follow the men slowly, they all begin running and you somehow manage to keep up slightly without any of them noticing.

You listen in on the conversation and hide behind a wall, looking around for anything useful, you look over behind you and see a bucket with some dirt and trash inside if it. You turn your attention back to the gang members and the man, seeing two of them holding the man up and another two debating on what to do next, "Okay...thats enough" with a small sigh you jump out of your hiding spot and swing the bucket at the nearest person, you begin rapidly swinging at more gang members making sure to either block or dodge their own attacks, the bucket definitely not being enough to fully knock someone out but weaken anyone was something you were growing fond of. You swing a bit more and stop as you feel a hard vibration in the floor, you look around and the men are seeing what to do next, a few moments later and the sound of large footsteps can be heard it grows louder to the point where you turn your hearing tech down. You notice the boy in the back trying to fit in with the game notice them too, he's looking up at something, while the other men have their attention in whatever is coming you throw the bucket at another man and watch it Ricochet off and hit another guy, mid giggle you get kicked off the edge of the trains platform and into the train tracks, luckily no train is coming through for a while. You hear the footsteps stop and while in recovery from the harsh fall you hear hard beating noises. Unearthly noises as if the human was just a bag if wheat and whoever was hitting them had rage beyond the world knew. "Who are you" you hear a worried voice murrmer,

"I am vengeance"

You turn the hearing tech up more and notice the sounds growing, more and more people being thrown to the ground, the harsh sounds of violence filling the room and all you could do was listen, a yell was heard, someone screaming no as a gunshot went off , you pick your head up only to see a large man wearing all black stand before the men,some in pain on the floor and one holding a gun, within seconds the man was beaten to a pumlp and finally everyone was K/O'd you see them all run off, holding their wounds close, the dark figure looks at the man who was being mugged he cried for him not to hurt him, the figure just looks up at the sky and leaves without a trace,

You jump up from the platform and grab the mans hand and pull him up, you hand the man a $50 and tell him to get home safe, you look up for a second and see a bat symbol in the sky, quickly realizing who you just saw you follow the direction the man went and go out of the train station , you see a normal looking dude get in a motorcycle and ride off. You your ride and start going in the direction he was. Driving around in the rain you see a heavily guarded home. Cops and detectives fill the streets, news outlets rushing in and being pushed back, the sound if people and sirens are almost to much so you turn them down a bit, you find a quiet corner across the street and try looking into the windows of the rich house.

Batman Enters the home being escorted in by Gordon, a friend if his from the past year. Cops stare at him, some in disgust, some in confusion and some in fear. he just slowly walks into what is obviously a crime scene. He gets stopped by a cop. Eveyone there had some form of hatred towards him, justified or not.the bat looks up at gordon with confusion, for a second get thought he might have to fight his way through this just to see what's going on. Why gordon even wanted him there. With an annoyed loomlk Gordon gives the cop "the OK" to keep going, inside the room a body is spread on a small couch with his face taped and blood thrown around like paint. The Bat looks around analyzing everything around him, saying little to no words only when its needed, a bloody mess is what the killer left, a severed thumb was missing and you can tell the tension to find the killer if the Mayor was high. Gordon hands him a card and the bat opens it, a riddle to him. He solves it pretty easily and gets a codes key, The commissioner walks in, giving him shit but overall just making sure the bat gets out before anyone sees, before the Bat leaves though he sees a bloodied footprint in the ground,

"His kid found him..." Gordon says as he looked down with a sigh but kept walking out.

the cops and investigators wrap it up and gordon escorts the bat back out, but before he can leave he catches a glamps at a sad child, he stares at him for a moment as the kid looks back, all the bat could think about was his own past compared to this child's, the boys Eyes go back to looking outside as the bat soon follows, he sees a small figure, a human wearing a bunny mask just watching as the events unfold a small head tilt can be seen through the rainy glass

"We better get going" Gordon calls for him and his attention is briefly taken for a moment, but in those seconds the figure had already moved

"...who are you" he says to himself and follows after Gordon. For a moment after getting outside he thinks about tracking you down, "could have been a kid" he turns on his motorcycle and leaves the scene.

Hours may pass as you look through a window, you see a kid holding back tears. And through that you see the same tall figure from before staring back At you...

"I've seen the bat" a smile grows on your face as you tilt your head and walk away. "What a wonderful find". You finally get on your train and head home, a comfortable apartment for such a long shift.

Here's a cool song to play while you read. It doesn't relate to the story but I really like the vibe of it

#battinson #robert patterson #the batman #batman #x reader #fanfic #x fem!reader #batman x fem!reader #gotham #fight me #Spotify

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toosweetfiddlesticks · 3 years

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Can you do Bakugou x soft (male or gn) reader meeting a Karen and go creative with it hope you have fun

Big Meanie

Paring: Barista!Bakugou x Soft!Gn!Cashier reader

Warning: Karen being a Karen, cussing, bakujealous, Bakugou calling you a big meanie, not proof read

Catoergy: Comedy

A/N: Thank you for the request!!

Summary: boom boom man gets upset because you didn’t let him be the Hero of the day.

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As you unlocked the door, you huffed a breathe of anxiety out and tried to build up as much optimism you could for your first day. You felt a mixture of anxiousness and excitement boil in you.

With a smile full of courage, you stepped into the clean kitchen. The lights contrasted and dimmed the already dark morning sky as you felt a cool breeze from an opened window. The hall was a bit dimmer from the kitchen so you turned those lights on for the rest of the co-workers. An ash halons hair boy was currently wrapping the store’s iconic colored apron around his waist. He tighter his grip as he caught a glismp of you.

“Good morning!” You spoke softly, but cheerful. You flashed a small smile but his demeanor did change. He held his solemn look at you when blood red eyes. “So...how was your sleep?” Your excuse of small talk feel short the silence in the air seemed to be even more awkward between the two of you. He grunted and muttered something under his breathe before speaking.

“Don’t forget to clock in.” He ignored your question which honestly, did not bother you. You took his warning and walked out to the time clock, punching in your time. Silence swallowed you both while once again. Ok y/n, your co-worker may not be the most friendliest, but hey it’s only your first day, how bad can it be.

”Also,” You head shot up from the time clock. Your co-workers back facing you. “Don’t talk to me, you boring extra.”

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You began to start your third day shift with a proud smile on your face. As you made your way to the time clock to punch in, greetings of waves goodbyes from other workers thats shifts just ended, you’ve met made your start of the day feel even better. Humbly, you waved the two men off.

“Bye Kiri, bye Denki!” Denki giggly waved his hand in the arm with excitement as he happily walked with Kirishima.

“Bye Y/N!” The sharp tooth man cheerfully sang his farewell. His arm hugging around the shoulders of his shorter blonde hair friend. But before the two could fully walk out, the red head immediately turns back around, as if something just came to mind. “Also” he added, “watch out for the Karen’s.” Your head titled with puzzlement.

“The Karen’s?” You kept your question in your head and before you knew it, the two was gone.

But you shrugged it off for the day and continued to go back to work.

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“Hey move it extra!” Bakugou’s voice arose from behind you like a sound of a hurricane warning. You huffed a little and stepped aside from the time clock. Tiredly, you twisted your body around and leaned against the wall, facing him with crossed arms. Your eyes dropped a bit and your eyelids cried to close. But though you body was ready to sleep, you were wide awake..kinda. You manage trying to hide your weary face. Holding a hopeful smile and you greeted Bakugou.

“Morning Bakugou.” There was a small chance he would really greet you back with a morning salutation. Today was not the latter. He’s body seemed a bit stiff, he’s face looked alive and refreshed, but his body slouched a bit. Turning his head to you, an eyebrow raised at you.

You stiffened a bit, you leaned off the grey wall with a feeling of astonishment , “Wow that’s new.” A notion you told yourself.

Still, he said nothing, leaving you two both in somewhat awkward silence. By the looks of it, he was staring with bit of puzzlement in his eyes. He’s red eyes sparks with a look of examination. As if he was searching for a look, or scanning your farcical features like a robot. He was just standing there, arms crossed, eyes stern, eyebrows furrowed. It seemed like forever before you two said anything.

“Are you tired?” Bakugou finally spoke that shock you. You were a bit taken a back at his response but nodded you head. He grumbled something under his breathe and signaled you to follow him. “Come here,” he sighed.

You’re eyes widened, but you obeyed and follow. As you walked, you could hear his small mutters and talks but couldn’t understood a thing he said. He walked a little slow than usual, like if he was trying to make sure he didn’t leave in you in the dust.

The walk was short and you made it to the destination in no time. He groaned as you got there, the kitchen area. Your eyebrows drew with concern.

Backing up a little, you spoke “Uhm, look if you’re gonna splash me with water-“

But your cautiousness was only mocked by small chuckles that bubbled up in Bakugou as he picked up a plastics cup.

“No I won’t, ya idiot.” He interjected, “What’s your type of coffee, you like Frappuccino or somethin’?”

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“Hey, Cashier Extra!” Y/N nostrils flare with heavy air leaving them. For the past three months and a half, you’ve been having to deal with one of the biggest meanies they had ever known in their entire life. Originally, you thought you were confused at times by him.

Bakugou Katsuki was one of the hardest people work with sometimes. It was like he had a whole book of mean names and rude comments. Or looked up how to send the worlds most bone-chilling stare. And after a long tiring day of work, right as you’re are about to clock out, you hear the small words “bye extra” leave his grumpy little pie hole. You wondered why his rude one point, then nice another.

Y/N briskly huff, straightening out any wrinkles or creases in your pale button up shirt. “Yeah Bakugou?” Y/N tried to give Bakugou the most genuine confusion on your face. Though Y/N didn’t find a lot great characteristics of Bakugou, but they knew that Bakugou was a smart man. He quickly caught onto their small frown creasing at the sides of their mouth and y/n bothered eyes.

But unlike usually, Bakugou’s face didn’t seem to get annoyed at that. No, instead, how facial expressions seemed to go down a little. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed, from y/n couldn’t tell what was on Bakugou’s mind. He’s volcanic eyes seemed to be put out.

Y/N would almost say the usual solemn face of Bakugou Katsuki just broke away for a minute.

Bakugou caught himself, the dust of his volcanic chucked up as the lava came back into his eyes, keeping a stern look. Though Bakugou wouldn’t admit, Bakugou had definitely fallen for Y/N strong admiration for this job and their determination. He’d give them the compliment from time to time, but to wasn’t as much as he wanted to say.

“Just make sure you remember to clock in.” He mumbled softly, Y/N could barely even hear it. They nodded, a bit confused, but nodded and almost went on to work like usual. “Hey!” Bakugou stopped Y/N in their tracks, “Be cautious of Karens.”

The name still confused you to this day, but once again, you shrugged it off with a nod and carried on.

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This would have to one of the most crowded shift you’ve ever had, ever. If you were a customer, driving up into the driveway, you would’ve definitely drive straight out by the amount of people parked or in the driveway, getting their order taken their.

Bakugou, Denki and six others carefully rushed with the drinks, other orders holding up on the racks. Kirishima, Mina, and another worker kept up their the best they could, taking people’s orders from the drive through, then there was you and three other cashiers. You four had to take the orders as smooth and quick as possible, all of you praying that the customer will have a little bit of compassion and patience. Lines of people excitedly waiting to order the new drink the shop put out.

The Christmas Chocolate Winter Cream. Your new enemy, almost every single child, adult, teen, everyone was asking and wanting that “creamy delicious coffee”. Who even lets their child drink coffee! You didn’t want any part of it.

“Stupid coffee ice cream, its not even December yet!” You quickly grumbled under your breath.

”Uhm, excuse me?” You nearly forgot about the rush hour at work today. Hastily you straighten your spine. The customer was a lady, maybe in her late 50s. Her pale skin wore brightly colored pigment over its wrinkles and creases. Her hair was short but bumped up and curled.

“Oh I said, hi welcome to StaryBunkers,” You correct yourself quickly, trying to pass your entirely different words as the same, you grasp notepad and it’s thin paper in one hand, and a pencil in another. Forcibly, you gave the customer a fake smile that would impress the greatest actress. “What would you like for today. Behind your fake smile and your facial creases, you internally prayed with every god, deity, and goddess you know, hoping that they wouldn’t say..

“The Christmas Chocolate Winter Cream,” The older lady grasp her young daughter tightly that was so short, you just now noticed her. She seems to be up to her mother’s knees. “make that two please, today’s my girls big day!” The woman’s words didn’t invoke any feeling of excitement that usually does when some says big day to you.

“tHe cHirStmAs cHocOlatE wIntEr cReAm”

Your sighs of annoyance was held captive in the bars of your fake smile. “Of course!” Your forgery of cheerfulness impressed your cashier partners who’s fake smile was somewhat stiff and expressionless. “Birthday I presume?” You ask, the pencil’s tip close to the paper, ready to write.

“Yep!” The little girl chirped, her two brown pigtails swinging with you as she nodded her head. Ok you had to admit, the little girl was very sweet and cute. She single handedly made your stressful day a little bit better (ugh what a queen, we stan)

Your smile became more genuine, you heart even warmed a little.. “Coming right up, wait a moment please.” You paced hastily behind you, internally wishing you could spend you whole entire day in the back. You made your way quickly to the kitchen, hoping the customer were the patient type as you heard the shouts of anger coming from the drive through. You took a quick glance at the altercation.

“I SAID CHRISTMAS CHOCOLATE WINTER CREAM,” The customer aggressively yanked the the lid up. “THIS ISN’T ENOUGH CREAM!” The white and red haired boy calmly his hands out, trying to rationalize with the person.

“Sir, ” He spoke with dullness, “Thats how much cream comes with it.” But the customer only got even more hotheaded.

“NO IT ISN’T!”

“Yes it is.” Todoroki scrunched his face up, “You don’t even work here, how would you know?” Todoroki, unknowingly made the man even more upset which cause the drink from his hand to fly out towards him. You panic, rushing over there the close the door before it was too late. But, the man was quicker, and as the drink came rushing to a motionless Todoroki, a body came rushing in to take the hit, Kirishima.

“Brrooooooo” He said in slow motion. “Poor Kiri” you internally spoke with pity. And as the man ran away, kirishima’s stomach burned from the heat of the coffee. You cringed at the sound of his small whimpers of pain. “F in the chat.” You busy back to the kitchen.

The steam from the coffee makers brush against your skin, squeezing out a very thin layer of sweat on your cheeks. Quickly, you yelled.

“Two Today Specials for Cashier number UNO,” the Barista’s groaned, “AKA Y/N!” You yelled again for clarification. They, annoyedly, went back to work with the drinks again. The most pissed out of all them though was Bakugou. Not cause of the loaded day. But because everyone was going to “slow”. He huffed, panted, scream, yelled, intensely ordered and more,

The man was like lighting, filling up cup after cup after cup.

“Move your asses!” He sealed three cups and handed them to Mina, “Y/N stop wasting your time back here and work!” Your posture caved in, but you obey his command like a solider obeying their Sargent.

“Aye aye, Captain.” You sang jokingly. And while the others smirk and giggled amongst the stresss, Bakugou arch an eyebrow at your jokes and went back to work.

You happily went along to the front again to update the mother and the daughter about their meals. But as you approach them, you could hear the mother’s now bewildered voice. It was like cat nails to a chalkboard and her voice was crackly.

Her scream filled the whole place, putting a pause on the whole day. You internally panicked, not only can you feel the wrath of the woman from where you were standing, you could also feel the piercing and grim stare of Bakugou behind you. Once again, you we’re praying to gods, goddess, and deities. Praying that whatever is out there won’t eat you alive. Swallowing down your fear, you began to walk, with the feeling of it stuck down in your stomach.

Once you were in her eyesight, she swatted her daughters arms. And like a puppy, the girl immediately obeyed, handing her phone to her. The lady was obnoxiously grumbling words under breath as she pressed record. And with a large gulp she began her fit. You knew exactly what was gonna happen.

This..this must be the Karen they’ve talked about.

“SAY HELLO TO THE MEDIA!” Her voice sings with pride, “THIS PERSON MADE MY DAUGHTER WAIT ONE HOUR FOR HER DRINK-“ Your eyes grew with shock at the woman’s words. But before you could say anything, the cashier next to you, Deku interjected. His arm reached over to hover over your body as a means to protect you.

“Hang on now!” He argued. “You’ve only been here for three minutes!” You nodded in agreement. Pushing Deku’s arm up to cover your face from the camera.

“I’m sorry for the wait ma’am” you apologize, “But all you had to do was wait a couple of more minute-“

“DO YOU SEE THIS?” The woman ignored your remarks and claims, instead focusing on her own, “THEY ARE TRYING TO DISCREDIT ME AND MY NINE! YES NINE! YEAR OLD DAUGHTER!” She waved her phone in her daughters face like she was evidence. She waved, hopped, and dance around the counters and to other people’s table. “HOW CAN YOU PEOPLE DRINK HERE!” Her words and movements were melodramatic and over the top.

And after her little rant to the people, some of which left, she stomped her way back to you and Deku. This time, she had a nasty smirk on her face and a hot drink in her free hand she stolen from another customer.

“Ya know what!”

“Oh no not this again”

Hastily, you moved Deku and you away from the woman’s sight. You two ran into the back kitchen to Chef Ramsey Bakugou. Who was now even more pissed. Not only did Y/N make a Karen mad (ok he knew it impossible not to make them mad he’s just stressed). But no, instead of running to him, Y/N runs to Deku first?! Man’s got his priorities straight.

As Deku quickly runs over the back area to get his phone, you rush over to Bakugou and the others in panic. “Bakugou, call the police!” The others around quickly take of aprons and another things at the words of that. Police involved?? Yep they think a murder just went down. But Bakugou just grumbles and huffs.

“No.”

....

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO!?” Bakugou looks at you with bewilderment, this is his first time hearing you yell at him that way. But before he process the fact that a cinnamon bun is yelling at him, you began to grasp and shake at his shoulders. “THE LADY IS TRYING TO KILL ME!”

“WELL YOU SHOULD’VE CAME TO ME INSTEAD OF FUCKING DEKU FOR PROTECTION..” Bakugou fumbled and shouted through his words. “Y-YOU BIG MEANIE”

You two went silent after that,

Big

...

Big Meanie?

Deku came out from the back with his phone, “Shoto!” Todoroki’s head jerked towards his way. “Help me with the Karen!” Todoroki nodded.

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Finally, the situation was under control, the Karen was banned from the coffee shop, Mina and Denki gave Kirishima some aloe. And while things didn’t really calm down until the day was done, everyone seemed a bit less tense, expect you and Bakugou. For the rest of the day, he was knocking over cups, using wrong lids, and spilling coffee. Dude’s lucky that he wasn’t fire. He felt embarrassed by the way he reacted. Now Y/N probably saw him as some type of control freak. Tensions were high and he was stressful.

Bakugou quickly moved pass the others, trying to clock out early before Y/N sees him-

“Hey Bakugou” Bakugou internally groaned at the sound of your voice. Screw you plot device he said to himself. Bakugou turned his head to the side to face you. Yo he side view is lowkey cute you noted. “Could we talk outside, after I clock out?”

Oh how badly Bakugou wanted to say no. The pit in his stomach grew bigger as he nodded.

“Great, just give me a second” Bakugou nodded once again and quickly clocked out. He’s footsteps echoed in his head as he waited outside, leaning against the glass wall of the store.

He didn’t know what you were gonna say, but he had an idea of it. He annoyed you to no end, made things harder for you, and was never truly nice to you that often. How was he suppose to believe that you would like a guy like him in anyway? He internally frowned at his thoughts, the words eating him up and chewing him out only to get stepped on by the crushing feeling of doubt.

Once he saw the buildings door open with you coming out to join him, that crushing feeling of doubt covered and weighed down on him. This was it he thought. He shoved his hands into his pockets, readying himself for the painful impact of rejected.

“Bakugou..” you softly asked. Bakugou hmm’d at you with a feeling of shame boiling inside.. “Did you mean it when you said i was a big meanie?” Bakugou let out a sigh of pain.

He caught onto your words late, “Look I’m sorry for-what?”

“You called me a big meanie.” You mumbled, “and I was wondering if you were serious because one, you’re like 23.”

“I’m 16” he deadpanned “Like you.” You ignored him though.

“and two, you’re the one who’s been acting like a big meanie.” You accused which wasn’t contradicted, “And all cause you like me huh” Bakugou opened his mouth to spew his defense, but nothing came out but a small “I”. He sighed defeatedly.

“Im sorry,” He spoke. “I just, didn’t know how to tell you or whatever.” He spoke so awkwardly and shy. “I’ll uh, I’ll leave you alone or whatever.”

You drew out a finger, objecting. “Hold on now,” you replied. “Who said I didn’t like you?” Bakugou’s heart sparked at those words, he lifted his head, red sparks in his eyes. “Hey what can I say? A big meanie like me likes big meanies too.”

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Bubble Wrapped - Part 13

Word Count: 3,876

POV: Reader

Warnings: Same as always, Language, Smut, NSFW, Please see the note in the Masterlist

Teams: Bruins, Caps, Flyers, Lightning, Pens, Jackets, Canes, Islanders

Notes: Well, here we are onto another part of Bubble Wrapped. When we last left this story, our Reader had an encounter with Svech, who then proceeded to profess his love. Our reader didn’t quite see Svech in that light but there might be someone else that she does. So I’m hoping the wrap this story up in a couple more parts. I’m not sure what happened here but this is soft smut in my world. As always feedback is greatly appreciated and wanted…hahaha! Luv ya all!! Happy Reading to all!

Wracking your brain you tried to come up with alternate solutions on where you and Mat could have dinner and maybe a little fun afterward. There was always the option of shutting down one of the nightclubs and having a private party for just the two of you, but then staff would be milling around cooking and getting things ready for the players to use those rooms during the day. Your suite was the ideal option, but with your current roommates, it was scratched off the list easily.

It was then that an idea struck you. Your suite connected to the pool, which always shut down early in the evening. It wouldn’t be hard to shut it down, say around seven in the evening for a late dinner with Mat, and with it being on the rooftop there would be no chance for anyone to see anything that happened after that dinner. “I think I have an alternate plan,” you told Mat who had already decided dinner was off the table so to speak. “That is if you’re still interested.”

One side of his face turned up into what could only be called a shit-eating grin. “Oh, I’m definitely interested.”

“Then meet me up by the pool say seven-thirty tomorrow night?”

There was a note of disappointment in Mat’s face and it had you questioning if you said or had done something wrong. “Yeah, seven-thirty sounds great. Just wish I was the one planning the date for you.”

Oh, well if that was his concern, that was nothing. “I’ll let you plan the next one. You know when you move into the hotel.”

“Deal,” he told you, his eyebrows picking up with excitement and you had to wonder what he had planned for the future. “I hate to do this but I kind of have to get going. I have to get ready for the game soon, or I’d stay and chat.”

“I understand.”

“I’ll meet you tomorrow night.” Mat told you, a huge grin on his face, but then you were pretty sure that yours reflected the same. He was just about to turn and walk away when he stopped, his voice dropping low. “So, am I supposed to bring a suit or…?”

The innuendo hung in the air for only a moment, before you chuckled softly. “Consider it optional,” you told him with a little wink, and then before he could be the one to walk away you did. Leaving Mat to wonder what tomorrow night would hold for the both of you.

The rest of the afternoon went rather swimmingly, or maybe it was just because you had thoughts about your upcoming date with Mat on the brain. You worked most of the day downstairs, calling to check on Svech every so often only to find that he was sleeping. By the time you got back to the suite, the boys were all down in the living room playing video games. At least it was better than them puncturing your ceilings with hockey sticks. There was a slight awkwardness between you, Joel, and Andrei, but then you sort of expected that, considering Svech kept looking at you like a lovesick schoolboy. You could only hope that Joel didn’t realize what had happened while he and Dougie had been at practice.

Before you knew it, everyone retired for the evening. You half expected there to be a knock at your door shortly after you retired, and you laid there for quite some time waiting for it. It never came though. Maybe it was because they were sharing a room, or maybe it was because they both realized that something had happened between you with both of them; you couldn’t really be sure. At any rate, you were glad when they all finally left for the arena, so you could get ready for your date with Mat. Even Svech put on his suit and tie and headed over, as he was hobbling around much better the next day.

Throwing on a cute pale pink sundress, you headed up to the pool area to setup. Being the hotel manager did have its perks, and one of them included knowing where the most secluded spot was on the rooftop deck. You made sure that it would be closed off to all the players, but there was still an off chance that someone could wander up, and you didn’t want to be in the wide open for just anyone to see if they decided to peer through the hallway by the elevators. You rearranged a couple potted plants for cover as well, before setting up the table.

Right before Mat arrived you went down to your suite and brought up the meal that you had the chef prepare, so that everything was perfect for when he came. You weren’t sure why you were going to all the extra trouble, but there was just something about Mat that made you go that extra mile.

You were shocked to see him standing at the door, dress in a button-down shirt and dress pants. Most of the men had adopted the relaxed casual attire the NHL deemed appropriate for the bubble, and you just assumed that he probably hadn’t brought anything with him. “Hi,” he breathed out when you opened the door to let him in, only to lock it again. “These are for you.” He handed over a small bouquet of pink and white roses to you. “It’s the best I could do.”

“They’re beautiful.” It was so simplistic and sweet compared to the extravagant gifts Tyler had given you. “How did you get them?”

“You’re not the only one with connections,” he said with a little wink and you had to wonder if Carly had anything to do with this.

“Thank you, they’re lovely.” Going up on your toes you kissed him on the cheek, which only made you lightheaded as you inhaled the intoxicating scent of him mixed with his cologne.

“You look beautiful by the way,” he told you. Before you could pull away, his hand went to the small of your back urging you to stay tucked into this side.

“Thank you.” Just being close to him again, sent a jolt of lust through your body, and you knew if you didn’t get him over to the table soon, that you’d be having him for dinner. “Let’s eat before it gets cold.” You skated your hand down his arm so that you could entwine your fingers with his and lead him over to the spot you had set up for the two of you.

The table, while not anything special, was set up for just the two of you. A bottle of champagne sat chilling beside it, while the soft glow of candles lit up the secluded alcove you’d chosen. “Wow, you really went to a lot of trouble.”

“It was nothing really.” It struck you then that this was the first real date that you’d had since this whole pandemic started. I mean sure you’d had a few hookups, maybe more than a few, since you were in the bubble and maybe something even before it, but this was like actual couple stuff. “I wasn’t sure what you liked so I kind of just went with a little bit of everything.” A bout of nervousness hit for some unknown reason and suddenly you were shaking as you uncovered the dishes you had ordered. Apparently, hookups were easier to deal with than an actual date was.

“Hey, look at me,” Mat gently whispered as he covered his hand with yours, and you looked up into the deep fathoming pools of his eyes. “I’m nervous too if it helps.” The side of his lips lifted up into the cutest smile you ever saw. “Just breathe.” You did, taking a nice deep calming breath and feeling so much better. “Ok, yeah…” Mat said and you looked at him in question. “Maybe not so deep next time.” His cheeks were stained red as he’d just admitted to staring at your breasts, and you had to laugh at how you were both acting like two high school kids instead of grown adults.

It was time to take the situation in hand. Stepping closer to Mat, you whispered, “I think we’d both feel better if we got this out of the way first.” You slid your hands up behind his neck and drew his mouth down to yours. You were only in control of the kiss for a moment, before Mat’s tongue swept across your lips, begging you for entrance, which you gave, of course. His tongue mingled with yours, tasting you and drinking you in, as his hands slid around your waist pulling you close to his body. You melted into him and all the nerves from moments ago just seemed to disappear along with the rest of the world.

Mat pulled away first, yet still chased your lips, before breathless saying, “That was exactly what I needed.”

With one final peck, you stepped back, albeit reluctantly. “Ok, back to dinner then.”

Conversation over dinner flowed easily after that, so much so that you completely forgot the awkwardness that took place when Mat first got there. Mat spoke about hockey and his family, while you deftly avoided telling him anything about yours, not wanting to go down that rabbit hole. Instead, you told him about all the crazy mishaps that had taken place since this bubble had started, omitting all your sexcapades.

“They really broke a pipe with a hockey stick?” Mat roared with laughter at your telling him why the three Canes were staying with you.

“I know. I couldn’t believe it either.”

“You certainly have your hands full here.” Mat took your hand in his then, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth over your knuckles. “Though I’m glad you made time for this tonight.”

“Me too.” You were honestly having one of the best nights you’d had since the bubble started. With his free hand, the one not still linked with yours, Mat grabbed his phone. Apparently, he didn’t feel the same way as you did if he was going to make a call.

The thought no sooner came to your mind that he wasn’t enjoying himself when you heard a soft melody playing from his mobile. “Dance with me?” You simply nodded your head, and he drew the two of you to your feet.

He easily wrapped you up within his arms, as yours went around his neck; the two of you swaying to the music, bodies pressed intimately as you danced under the stars. Mat’s eyes stared into yours, so warm and loving, and you found yourself getting lost in them. Slowly, his lips drifted down to yours, capturing them in a kiss that stole your breath away. This time you gave him entrance immediately, as your tongues danced to a melody all of their own.

Your fingers slipped through his locks at the nape of his neck, and he moaned against your mouth. The kiss becoming even more heated, his hands roaming over your ass to press you closer to him. Mat twirled you both until you felt the back of your knees bump up against one of the oversized cabana chairs. He lowered you down onto it; his body followings yours as he continued to ravage you with his kisses.

Mat’s mouth was everywhere, on your lips, trailing down your neck and across your collarbone, until he suddenly stopped. He pulled back to look at you, lust in his eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”

It was sweet of him to ask considering what had already transpired between the two of you a week or so ago. “Please don’t stop,” you begged him, wanting to feel his mouth on you again. A wicked grin spread on his face before he was back to devouring you again. His one hand skimmed up the inside of your thigh while his other eased the strap of your dress off your shoulder. Not to be outdone, you deftly undid the buttons of his shirt before pulling its tail out of his pants. His body was amazing. You drank it in that day at the arena, admiring his abs as sweat glistened off of them, but now you let your hand leisurely play with the well-developed muscles there.

When your nails raked across his six-pack to roam down to his belt, he sucked in a breath, before stilling your hands. “Not yet, babe. There’s something I’ve been dying to do first.” He gently pushed you so that your back fully lay on the cushions. Slipping your arms out of your dress straps, he slowly lowered the garment so that he could feast upon your breasts. It was no surprise that you weren’t wearing a bra as the sundress's thin spaghetti straps didn’t allow for it. Mat took one taut nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it before tugging on it with his teeth. Your back arched up into him as you gasp out with pleasure.

You were so enthralled with his mouth, you didn’t feel his hand glide up your inner thigh until it reached your core. His hand cupped your sex and you knew he could feel the moisture that he’d created through the thin material of your panties. He spread your legs easily before sinking down on his knees in front of you. He pulled your body closer to the edge of the cabana seat, before pushing your dress around your waist. “Lift up for me.” You did as commanded and the next thing you knew he slid your panties off and into his pants pocket. He trailed hot kisses up your inner thighs making you squirm with delight. Your chest rose and fell in anticipation of where his mouth would soon be, and you could feel him grinning as he kissed your heated skin.

His fingers spread you wide before you felt his tongue lick a stripe up your core. “Mmm,” he moaned out, or was that you, you couldn’t tell. “Fuck your wet,” and this time you knew they were Mat’s words, which brought more moisture pooling at your center. His mouth went to work then, flicking across your clit, then darting inside your pussy. It was a full-on assault to bring you pleasure, and you treasured every second of it. One strong arm, held your hips down as your body started to move on its own accord. “You taste so good,” he panted then sucked on your clit. “I knew you would. This is all I could think about for the last week.” His fingers joined the play of his lips, thrusting first one and then another inside you.

“Don’t stop,” you moaned, as your hands threaded into his dark locks keeping his mouth in place as you drew closer to the edge of ecstasy. Maybe it was your words or the fact that Mat could feel you start to flutter on his lips, but his mouth didn’t let up on your clit as his fingers made that perfect come-hither motion that drove you to the brink of insanity. You came with a loud moan, as your body shook from the intense sensations.

Mat worked you through the orgasm, slowly ceasing his movements as you came back to reality. “Damn your beautiful when you cum.”

His lips glistened with your juices on him and you found yourself reaching for him. He came willingly. His body looming over yours. “Then I think you should make me cum again. Only this time I want you inside me.” Mat didn’t have to be told twice. His mouth came down on yours, where you tasted your essence on his lips, as he kicked his pants off. Taking himself in hand, he guided his cock to your wet and waiting pussy. The chords in his neck strained as he slowly entered you, as you could see the amount of effort it took him to hold back instead of just plunging in deep and hard. Little did he know that that would’ve satisfied you as well, but there would be other times for him to do that, at least you hoped there would.

His lips only left yours once he was buried deep inside you, and then it was only to suck in a deep breath. “Fuck,” he hissed out. “You feel so good.” Slowly, almost painstakingly so, he started to thrust in and out of you. One hand held your hip steady, while the other toyed with your breast, flicking and pinching your nipple. You moaned at the sensation relishing the feel of him inside you. “So beautiful.”

His lips found yours again, stoking an even greater hunger within you. “Harder, Mat. Harder.” He picked up the pace, his balls slapping against you. Moans from both you and Mat mingled in the night air, as a cool summer breeze caressed your heated skin. You felt your body clench as Mat hit you in just the right spot.

“That’s it cum for me, beautiful.” You broke apart, shattering once again as your second orgasm of the night hit you. He gave you but a moment to recover before flipping over on your stomach. Grabbing a pillow, he propped it under your stomach then drew you up on your knees. His cock slammed back into your dripping pussy. Both hands gripping your hips, he pounded into you at a feverish pace. When you finally recovered, you levered yourself up on your elbows, pushing back against him when his thrusts slowed. “Fuck baby,” he grunted out as you fucked yourself on his cock. He gathered your hair in his hands, pulling you gently back towards him as he lowered himself down to nip at your neck. You hoped there wouldn’t be marks there in the morning.

You weren’t sure what pushed Mat over the edge, but the next thing you knew he grabbed both hips and pistoned his cock in and out of you. “Oh,” he groaned, and you felt yourself start to quiver. You didn’t think that you’d cum like this, without any stimulation to your clit, but you could feel a third orgasm start to build. “God, yes, baby.” Mat thrusts hammered into you and then you were spiraling once again. Mat followed you, with a loud moan, as his hands bit into your hips. Your elbows gave out and you both collapsed on the lounge chair. “That was…”

“Fucking amazing,” you finished for him.

“Yes, yes it was.” He moved to his side, bringing your body with him. Bodies sticky from sex and sweat, you laid there letting the summer air cool your body. Mat swept back a lock of hair that had fallen across your face. “So beautiful.” His words were but a whisper, a caress almost and you shivered, not from the night breeze but the look in his eyes. They held so much emotion in them. Happiness, lust, longing, and something else you dare not say for you weren’t sure if you were ready for that, were all there.

It was too much, and so you closed your eyes before saying, “Care to take a little dip?”

“I thought he just did.” You both laughed lightly at his cute little pun. “But why not.”

You got up, leaving Mat still lounging on the oversized chair, and shimmied your dress off your body finally. Looking over your shoulder, you gave Mat a wink before walking to the edge of the pool and diving in. When you surfaced from the water, Mat was still in the same position, just lazily watching you. “Are you coming?”

“Oh, I think we’ll both be doing that in a few minutes.”

True to his words, Mat had you cuming as you both found release under the water. It was sometime later, that you were both dressed again, the night getting late and Mat had to get back to Royal York and his team. “I wish I didn’t have to go,” he told you holding you within his arms, his hands running up and down your back.

“I wish you didn’t either.” You kissed for what had to be the millionth time that night.

“Well, hopefully, you’ll be seeing more of me here soon.” He dropped kisses to your lips, nose, and forehead, before adding. “Until then…Do you think we could do this again?” You went to answer, but Mat continued. “Maybe on a more exclusive level?”

It was the last thing you thought he’d ask. You didn’t really see him as the monogamous type, so his question took you off guard. “I think you’ve been in the bubble too long.”

“Maybe,” he admitted. “Maybe it’s only opened my eyes to things that I want.” He took a small strand of hair and tucked it behind your ear; he seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. The gesture was both endearing and seductive at the same time.

“I think you drank too much champagne.” It wasn’t that you didn’t like the idea of a relationship with Mat. In fact, it was kind of appealing. Of all the men you’d been with since this whole thing started, there were three that came to mind that you’d actually consider being with, and Mat was one of them. You just didn’t know where your feelings stood with the other two.

His grip on your hips tightened and he nudged you closer. “The only thing I’m drunk on ... is you.” He punctuated his words with an intoxicating kiss. “But you don’t have to answer me now. You can let me know when I move in here.”

“You’re incorrigible.” You couldn’t help but kiss him again, for he was just too irresistible.

“I’ve gotta go,” Mat finally said, after what seemed like an endless goodbye kiss.

“I’ll go down to the lobby with you. I should check and make sure everything is fine, before heading to bed.”

“Alone?”

“Yes, alone.” You hadn’t realized he was the jealous type, but you could see a little bit of the green monster there in his eyes.

“Just making sure none of your roommates will be visiting.” You rolled your eyes at him, though in the back of your mind you wondered what he had heard to make him think something was going on between you and any of the guys.

“They won’t be.” You kissed him one last time before heading downstairs. The lobby was quiet as you said your goodbyes, but then you heard the doors open as the Canes came filtering back in from their game. You’d forgotten all about them playing tonight. From the look on their faces, it hadn’t gone well.

“Looks like I’ll be moving in sooner than I thought,” Mat whispered in your ear as Svech and Joel walked past. Both of them took in your appearance, as well as Mat’s hand at the small of your back. “Guess I’ll be getting an answer to that question soon as well.”

You were going to have to examine your feelings faster than you anticipated, and you weren’t quite sure you were ready to give up all the fun, just yet.

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buckysgoldenheart · 3 years

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Watching You

Walter Marshall x Reader

Summary: Walter did not like to waste time on stupid things, and being asked by some young troublemaker to start following an ex-girlfriend around fell under that category. At least, it did, until he found out just who the ex-girlfriend was.

Words: 2334

Warnings: Cursing. Slight smut. Not Edited or anything of the sort, so expect little!

Note: This is just something I had saved that I thought I’d post while I finish up the Vampire Henry Series (Unexpectedly Bitten). I plan to post the rest of that fic all at once, most likely this weekend. As always, comments are appreciated :)

What a no-good loser. That’s what Walter thought the second Jimmy Masters walked through the front door of his office on a Saturday evening. He was a good six inches shorter than Walter, much scrawnier, ten years younger at least, and in desperate need of a haircut. He was the kind of kid Walter hated, the kind of kid that had probably seen the inside of a jailcell for a night or two for some stupid, petty crime, yet refused to learn his lesson.

Walter’s eyebrow arched in disinterest and he sat back in his chair, arms crossed as a coworker led the kid inside.

“We think this falls in your area, Marshall.”

Walter had only nodded and told the boy to sit to explain his reason for interrupting the first moment of peace in the day.

“I got a friend who says detectives know how to follow people real well,” Jimmy said, his voice an aggravating tone that Walter already couldn’t stand.

Walter cleared his throat. “Your friend is rather astute.”

“What?”

The detective blew out a breath, exhausted after speaking with the kid for less than a minute. “Just tell me what you want.” And when Jimmy was done with his pitch, Walter said with a sigh, “You want me to follow a girl that clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you?”

“No, man. She loves me. She does. She’s just confused right now, and I gotta make sure there’s no other guy, ya know? I don’t want her messing around. It’s disrespectful.”

Walter heaved out another long sigh, rubbing at his temples. “But she’s your ex-girlfriend.”

Jimmy shook his head, his shaggy, dusty-blond hair swaying vigorously with the motion. “That’s temporary.”

Snorting, Walter sat up in his chair. “Sure it is. Look, you think maybe she just isn’t interested anymore?”

“Hey, I’m not here for additional commentary. Can you help me or not?”

“From what you’ve said, she’s not breaking any laws, she’s not a danger to herself or others, so I have no reason to—”

“Please, man. Please,” Jimmy said, putting his palms together in lame prayer. Walter was sure this boy hadn’t prayed to anything in his entire life. “I’ll never step foot in here again if you help me out just this once.”

Walter eyed the kid, trying to weight the pros and cons of wasting his time on something so inane, but if it got the little, blond twit to go away, then he figured there were worse things. It had been a slow week as it was. He groaned and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper. “Fine. What’s her name?”

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“Walter,” You said, trying to hold back any emotion in your voice as you moved aside to let him pass the threshold into your small apartment. As habit had it, you were much happier to see him than you wished. Walter always had a way of lighting your every nerve on fire from just your bodies being in the same room. You couldn’t help wanting him, missing him, but you hid it well.

As he walked in, his body trailed the outside chill behind, sending a shiver down your spine. Then he pulled the beanie you’d bought him off his head and turned to face you. Though the irritated look on his face was not an uncommon one, you didn’t appreciate it directed at you.

You crossed your arms. “Well?” Walter hung around quite often until you had asked him to quit it, and though he didn’t usually listen to you--putting his own concerns above your wishes--you knew he held a respect for you that made him at least try to keep his distance. If he was stopping by now…well, it could only bring you trouble, but not seeing his face in so long had you more lenient.

“Why is some punk walking into my precinct and asking me to follow you?”

Your eyebrows rose. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me. How many punks could you possibly have hanging around?”

Being a decade older, Walter often made you laugh at his distaste for younger adults. You were the one exception, he’d always said, but all others were ‘punks.’ He feared the day Faye had to deal with boys your age, if she were ever so unlucky. “You met Jimmy?”

His fists kept clenching and unclenching, his shoulders somehow broadened, and the frown on his face made his eyebrows pinch and dip deep. “This idiot is really attached to you, Y/N.”

The more he spoke, the more you realized that ‘irritated’ may have been too sweet a word for what Walter really was. “He just doesn’t like his ego being bruised.”

Walter shrugged off his winter coat and tossed it on the couch as if it was still normal for him to do so, then ran a hand through the dark, messy curls you always loved. “Why the hell are you messing around with a--?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not messing around with him anymore.”

“Well, he seems to think it’s temporary.”

“It’s not.”

Crossing his arms, Walter shook his head like a disappointed parent would at their bratty, misbehaving child; the way you’d seen him look at Faye every time he found out she was spending too much time on social media. “Stay away from this guy, alright?”

“You would tell me to stay away from any guy,” You mumbled to yourself with a snort.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing.”

“Do not give me attitude,” He snapped back. “You’re not being safe! If you were, maybe we wouldn’t be having this conversation!"

Instantly, your shoulders stooped and the same old headache began to form. “Not this again, Walt. According to you I’m never safe unless I’m in your line of sight.”

“Yes!” He yelled, stomping your way, stopping just short of ramming his body through yours. “Now if only you could stay in it!”

“You can’t have eyes on me all day every day.”

“The hell I can’t!”

“You promised, Walter.” You let out a small whine. “I told you it was too hard for me to keep seeing you around wherever I went, and you promised you would stop watching me.” You wished it didn’t have to be that way. You wished seeing his face didn’t bring on such a potent punch of pain, but it did. Every single day when you left your apartment, you saw him standing by his car, a coffee cup in hand, unashamedly watching you like some creep. Eventually, you stopped looking in the direction you knew he would be, hoping you may forget he was there at all, but you always felt his eyes on you; such a strong stare, he might as well have been touching you. But you couldn’t take it. Months of your every move being tracked by the man you loved but couldn’t have was taking its toll, and so you begged him to leave you alone, to give you some relief.

“I did stop, and what happened? Barely a month after I made that stupid promise, some dumb, obsessed kid comes asking me to stalk you.”

You leaned back against the wall, growing more exhausted by the minute. “Well, with all the past practice you’ve had watching my every move, I’d say he was rather smart to pick you of all people. Shitty coincidence that he would though, since now I’m getting lectured.”

“I am not lecturing you.”

“Fine, but whatever this is you’re doing here, you’re out of line. My business is not your business anymore. It hasn’t been your business for the last five months.”

“Your little boyfriend came to me,” He said, pointing a finger at his chest, “so yes, it is my bus--”

“It is not!” You bit back. “You could’ve turned him away. You could’ve told him not to follow me around unless he was itching to get a restraining order, but you didn’t, did you? You took this opportunity to check up on me. Again!”

He stepped back, looking as if you had slapped him. His aggressive, guarded barrier of emotions cracked, and you could see the vulnerability he hadn’t shown since your relationship ended.

“Walter” You sighed, “You’re the one who stepped back. You’re the one who said it would be best if we weren’t in a relationship. You said I was a distraction and—”

“I said you’d be at risk, not that you’re a distraction.”

“It doesn’t make a difference.”

“Damn it, Y/N, it does! I only did it because I love you!” He said without hesitation, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “You know that!”

You blinked. “No, I did not know that! You seriously broke up with me because you love me? That’s ridiculous.”

“I broke up with you to keep you safe, but I clearly suffered for nothing seeing as you put yourself in unsafe situations even without my association.”

You wanted to believe him, so bad, but people don’t leave behind the ones they love. After all, you loved him and the thought of leaving him made you nauseous, even now. When you were together, he may have appeared in love, but after a year he still hadn’t told you and you knew you’d let yourself get a little too hopeful. If you were honest with yourself, him breaking up with you was not as much of a shock as it should’ve been. But as you looked at him now, you could see that he truly believed you already knew.

“It doesn’t make sense that you would do that,” You said. “People don’t just break up with someone they love.”

“Fuck, Y/N, did I ever seem unhappy with you? Did I ever come across like I didn’t want you every second of every day? My every other thought was of you,” He said loudly, like a rant, and you were having a hard time figuring out who he was mad at. “So don’t try to tell me how I felt, and feel now. I still love you and that’s not going to change, but I can’t have criminals, murderers even, coming after you because they are pissed at me for hunting them down or having a case against them. It would take nothing for the average officer or detective to figure out that you and I were together even if we were hiding it. How hard do you think it would be for some psychopath?”

You hadn’t realized a tear slipped down your cheek until you tasted it at the corner of your lips. It was salty but somehow bitter and left a thick burning path along your skin. You quickly wiped it away. “Why didn’t you tell me this months ago?”

“Because, stubborn as you are, you wouldn’t have listened. You would have told me it didn’t matter.” He fell backwards onto the couch, closing his eyes and letting out a groan. “I try to do the right thing. I try to protect you, thinking everything will be fine as long as no one can link you to me, but I can’t…stay away.” His eyes met yours. “And then you beg me to, and it’s excruciating to obey. When I was able to watch over you, it reminded me that I did the right thing. You were safe and I could constantly be reassured of that.”

You walked over to him, your heart thumping with every step, then sat on your knees in front of him, placing your hand atop his own resting on his thigh. His other hand reached for your face and his fingers softly grazed your cheek before they tucked some hair behind your ear. “Walt—”

“That kid…Jimmy,” Walter interrupted as he began tracing the back of your hand with his thumb. “He thinks you’re in love with him.”

“I’m not.”

“You swear?”

“Of course, Walt. I told you--”

“I know,” He said with a single nod of his head. “I know. Maybe I’ll actually get some sleep now.”

You rested your cheek on the inner side of his knee and said, “You could sleep here.”

“Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not?” You bit your lip nervously. You couldn’t even dare to count how many times you’d had sex during the course of your relationship, but now, asking him not to leave made your pulse thrum in your ears.

He leaned forward and looked down at you. “Because I don’t think I can say no to you.”

“Then why would you bother trying,” You whispered without a second thought and slowly inched up on your knees so you could connect your lips with his.

It lasted only a second or two before he broke the kiss, grabbed you by the arm, and yanked you onto his lap. His grip at the back of your neck pulled your mouth to his as your hand slipped between your bodies and quickly started to undo his belt buckle.

“God, baby,” Walter groaned against your lips when you wrapped your fingers around his thick cock and released it from his jeans. He pulled the ratty, old t-shirt of his over your shoulders and softly settled his hands on your hips. “Damn it.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just…missed these,” He said, placing a kiss on one bare breast, then the other. “I missed you, so much.” He placed his lips to the curve of your neck, then met your eyes. “I miss you every fucking day.”

You kissed his forehead, and his arms tightened around you as you lifted your hips and sank down onto him. “I missed you too, Walter,” You said, but the words melted somewhere within the mix of your moans and his groans.

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nebulousfishgills · 3 years

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A Day for Just Us

Request by: @nyx-aira : When I saw you wrote for Agatha I had to request something so could you write an Agatha x reader where they just take a day for themselves, go on a walk, have a movie night. Basically just you and Agatha having a good time. Cuddles, kisses and fluff please.

Yes, I write for Agatha now. Let me simp in peace, internet.

You want Agatha, then Agatha you shall have!!💜

Also, since you and Agatha are in Westview, you both have your pseudonyms, hers being Agnes, and yours indicated by the (f/n) tag, standing for "fake name." (y/n), of course, stands for your real name.

Warnings: Fluff

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Life in Westview, New Jersey was largely calm. The people went about their days, enjoyed each other's company, and were just generally happy... Even after Wanda enveloped the whole town into her Hex. The people were happy, but were they really happy?

Well, you knew you were happy, at least. Being Wanda and Vision's neighbor to the right (your right, not theirs) made things... Interesting, to say the least. But it made things fun also. The boys were just the icing on the cake. Always asking their mom to go over to yours and Agatha's house. During a day when Wanda was feeling the 90s vibe, all four of you played tag in the yard for hours.

You and Agatha were immune to Wanda's chaos magic, but it was just so much fun to play along.

One particular day, Wanda and Vision wanted to take the boys out for some family activities. You noticed them leaving on bicycles when you were out in the front yard tending to Agatha's beloved azaleas. You gave them a pleasant wave before taking off your gardening gloves. Agatha came out of the house with a tray holding a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses.

"Azaleas look great, buttercup." She said happily as she passed you a glass.

"I have to say, while it's weird waking up in different decades based on Wanda's mood, it's nice that we never have to mow the lawn." You laughed, gesturing to the fresh cut grass with your lemonade.

"Yeah, exactly. Hey, since Wanda's gonna be out for the day, what say you to a nice day on the town? A whole day just for us? We're probably not gonna be on her broadcast for a bit." Agatha suggested with a smirk. She poked her finger into her drink so the mint leaves she had put in got trapped underneath the ice in the glass.

"Aw, sweetheart, that sound great. I'll just get cleaned up while you get the bikes from the garage." You said.

"Alright, just don't take too long." Agatha grinned as she booped your nose. She went for the garage while you went back inside your house. You tossed your gloves onto the table and grabbed a pair of sunglasses.

Emerging back outside into the bright sunlight, Agatha waved you over to the garage with both of your bikes in her hands, hers a light lavender color with a basket and yours a (f/c) one that had a matching basket. You both smiled at each other before kicking up your kickstands and pedaling down the street.

The town was a bustle of life as people enjoyed the day's pleasures. Children ran after the ice cream truck and played on the playground while the adults watched or had lovely outdoor picnics.

"What's on the marquee today?" You asked as you and Agatha passed by the movie theater.

"Looks like Jaws and Star Wars. Wanda's good, I'll give her credit for that, but she still meshes together her dates within the decades like a fruit salad in a whirlwind." Agatha said back as you rode by. You laughed as you both trailed down the path into the park. Opting to leave your bikes on the bike rack, you decided to take a lovely stroll down the paths talking about whatever came to mind.

"Howdy, neighbors!" A voice that matched Vision's called over. Looking in the direction of the voice, you saw Wanda with Vision and the boys having a picnic like several other families.

"Fancy meeting you here." Agatha said cheerily, the two of you walking over arm in arm.

"Enjoying a day on the town?" Wanda asked, picking up a strawberry from the bowl on her blanket.

"The weather's just too perfect to be inside all day. Seems like you all are having fun, too." You replied.

"Just a wonderful time. Your azaleas are looking beautiful as well, (f/n)."

"Well, they're really Agnes' azaleas, but I do have a green thumb for these things. Once they're fully grown, we'll put some in a vase for you."

"That's so sweet of you." Wanda beamed.

"Care to join us? There's plenty of food." Vision offered, holding up the paper plate holding the sandwich he hadn't taken any bites of to you both.

"Thanks, but we wouldn't want to spoil your family fun. Maybe next time, though." Agatha shrugged.

"Hm, well, alright." Wanda said.

"Aww, please, Agnes?" Billy asked, finally speaking up.

"Another time, kiddos. Tell ya what, we'll pull out the chalk in our garage and you can come over to draw on the sidewalk tomorrow. Maybe play a few rounds of hopscotch." Agatha said, putting her free arm on her hip and bending down slightly with a cheeky smile.

"Can we, Mom, can we?" Tommy asked excitedly.

"Yeah, can we?" Billy echoed.

"Oh, alright." Wanda laughed. The boys cheered excitedly.

"I've gotta warn you kids, I'm a champion hopscotch player, so bring your A-Game." Agatha bragged. Wanda chuckled as the boys nodded.

"Well, we'll see you then!" You said, waving.

"Bye!" The whole family chorused.

Continuing on your stroll, eventually you and Agatha made it back to your bikes. Taking another loop around the town, you did all the cliche things people did like share a milkshake at the diner (flicking whipped cream on each others' noses, of course) and buying some grains at the supermarket to feed the ducks at the local pond. You also bought some seed packets to hopefully add some roses and (favorite flowers) to your garden.

The day seemed to blow by and soon orange hues filled the sky as the sun started to set. Riding back to your house, you stored your bikes back in the garage and went back inside just as the stars started to poke out. You thought about stargazing on your roof with Agatha, but the shingles on your roof in the 70s setting made your back hurt. Instead, you both washed up and slid into your pyjamas. Extending the pullout sofa, you and Agatha curled up under a few blankets facing the television. You chose to open your selection of VCR tapes (sometimes they were DVDs, sometimes they didn't exist at all) and put "The Wizard of Oz" in.

Agatha said she disliked the movie for its depiction of witches, but you knew she secretly loved it.

"Hey, Agatha?" You asked midway through the movie.

"Yes, dearheart?" She asked in response.

"I wish every day could be like this."

"Me, too, angel. But, who knows, we could wake up tomorrow and it'll be 1955." Agatha laughed before kissing your cheek.

"Yes, but I mean in general. Wanda changes Westview all the time and this town has never been happier. I wish it could be like this forever." You clarified.

"Well, with any luck, it can be. But even if not, we've got each other, and every place is home when we have each other."

"Aww, you always know what to say." You curled closer to Agatha as she kissed the top of your head tenderly.

"You're too precious, dear." She replied.

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Hope you enjoyed this, nyx-aira!

As always, requests are open, so send them in!

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ifwallscouldtalkkkk · 3 years

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"Look, I'm not gonna kidnap you" - Michael Clifford Oneshot (COLLEGE)

Female reader × Michael Clifford

Mentions of alcohol, slightly tipsy (consensual) interactions, swearing, SMUT.

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You miss your bus home after a night partying with friends. Luckily, you meet a guy willing to give you a ride home, and his playful pinky promise to not kidnap you somehow convinces you to accept.

The smut in this story is fairly short. This was my first ever attempt at writing fanfic back in 2018, and I was a bit scared of sounding stupid

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Your shoes clacked as you ran on the cobblestones. You were so close to the bus station that you could see the bus driver flicking a cigarette butt onto the ground and leaving the embers glowing on the dark cobblestones, before taking his seat behind the wheel. You picked up your pace even more and frantically waved a hand in the air, hoping that you could cut ahead as the bus made its turn around the station back and onto the road. You cursed under your breath, mentally labeling yourself an idiot for staying at the party a couple of extra minutes to say your goodbyes to a friend who was too preoccupied with shouting random answers to the ongoing pictionary game to even hear you.

You skipped every other step on the small set of stairs to reach the platform, and when you reached the corner where the bus would turn, you started jumping up and down and waving in a feeble attempt to get the driver to stop and pick you up even though you weren't technically in the pick up zone. You could see him seeing you, it was a clear summer night and thus barely even dark! But the near empty bus didn't stop. The driver probably saw you as an entitled child who was too drunk to be on time, and maybe he was at least 25% right.

”Fucking bastard” you squeezed out through clenched teeth as you stomped around in a little circle with your head thrown back in frustration. Calling your parents to drive an hour in the middle of the night to come pick you up and let you off at your dorm was not ideal. You knew that they would do it for you, not wanting you to walk the 6 miles home. No, this was definitely not your plan, but maybe it was a bit irresponsible to plan to take the very last bus for the night. You stomped one last time and breathed out deeply.

”What the fuck are you doing, girl?”, someone called out in a humored undertone.

You swiveled around and your eyes landed on a car parked a short distance away, at the designated pick up- drop off parking area. The boy whom the voice belonged to leaned out the open window of the driver’s seat, with his arms folded and propped up on the edge of the window. His smug smirk felt hurtful in your frustrated state, but it brought you back to reality somewhat. You could admit that you probably looked like a child who didn't get a pony for christmas – and to be honest, you felt the same amount of betrayal.

”What a fucking jerk!”, the guy in the car yelled when you didn't answer. ”Where ya heading to?”

You donned a tortured expression, brushed out your skirt, picked your bag off the ground, and started walking home.

You heard the lone car start and you put a bit more speed in your step. It soon pulled up mere inches from you anyways.

”Come on, you're not seriously walking home? You obviously live a ways away since you were supposed to take the bus”, he said with the same amused tone in his voice.

”I'll be ok, and you're probably wanting to get home yourself”, you said, trying to politely reinforce the idea of him leaving you alone

”Look, I’m not gonna kidnap you, I pinky promise”, he chuckled at his own words but continued when you kept your eyes locked straight ahead. ”Girl, I’m guessing that you live on campus, and that's like a billion miles away. I’ll drop you off all gentlemanly at your doorstep and tip my imaginary top hat at you as I drive away, never to be seen again.” You stopped walking and he had to jerk his car to a stop along with you.

”The fact that you know that I live on campus is not very reassuring”, you replied.

He rolled his eyes and let out a little laugh. ”That bus-” he pointed down the road that your planned ride home had disappeared along a few minutes earlier ”-goes straight to campus. I just dropped my pal off here to avoid driving him all the way to the uni, but looks like I’ll have to go there now anyways.” You looked him in the eyes. The way he spoke elicited a strange amount of trust, and although a couple of piercings and a questionable hair color for an adult could be spotted under his beanie, he didn't seem like bad news. ”Look, the door doesn't even lock properly, I wouldn't even be able to kidnap you!” he demonstrated the faulty lock on the passenger door. You had to smile at the enthusiastic way he presented it.

”You promise you won't leave serial killer notes in my mailbox?” He lit up even more at your reply.

”Promise”, he said. You swung your bag up on your shoulder and reached for the door. This was in no way the wisest thing to do in the situation, but you were already overwon by his goofy charm.

You climbed in and kept your gaze forward, feeling the boy's eyes on you, and you caught yourself subconsciously holding your breath. You caved and looked at him when it became clear he wasn't going to drive forward before you gave in.

”Seatbelt.” he said with a parental tone. ”Can't have such a pretty girl making unsafe choices!” It wasn't as funny of a comment as his facial expression suggested, but he really knew how to lighten the mood. ”Michael.” He stretched his hand out to shake yours formally. You replied with your name and a firm handshake. ”Oh girl, with that grip, no one could even dream of succeeding in kidnapping you" he said, laughing at your overly stern behavior.

”I just hate limp handshakes", you smiled, rummaging around in your bag after a snack. ”Damn it I left my granola bar at home”, you muttered under your breath.

”Oh uh, I've got a bag of peanuts somewhere…” Michael trailed off, reaching over to the glove department to rummage through his own stuff. His warm hand grazed your bare knee while reaching and you tensed up at his accidental touch.

”Dude, eyes on the road!” you exclaimed and he chuckled in response.

”I thought risk taking was a theme tonight – oh wait, here they are!” He plopped a bag of salted peanuts in your lap.

”Wait, you're not allergic, are you?” he asked. ”Some risks are not worth taking.”

”No, I love peanuts, no worries”, you poured a handful out and put a few in your mouth. After a night consisting mostly of liquor and dancing around, something to eat felt heavenly.

Michael asked you a couple of standard questions about your studies, and you gave all the standard answers.

”I kinda miss studying. Never thought I'd say that." Michael smiled. His hand dipped down into the bag in your lap to get some peanuts, getting dangerously close to between your thighs. You stumbled for a few seconds.

”Um oh, ok really?” His behavior was so unlike anyone else you knew. He was so daring and sure of himself, but he felt so warm and fuzzy in contrast. Maybe the previously ingested alcohol skewed your judgement, but you couldn't help but find this stranger utterly charming.

”Yeah… I'm on the road a lot nowadays for work", came his reply.

”Oh, what do you do? Uber driver for college girls who can't keep track of time?” You saw one corner of his mouth pulling smugly upwards at your joke.

”Uh no, I'm in the music producing business.”

”Huh, that's fun. I wasn-" you didn't finish your sentence as a deer jumped out onto the otherwise vacant road from between a few bushes on the side of the long stretch of asphalt nearing the campus grounds.

”Oh shit", you heard Michael exclaim while swerving a bit and stepping hard on the brakes. The deer stared confused at the headlights before scurrying off towards the other side of the road. ”You ok?!” the boy asked between quick breaths. Your breath was labored too, but your eyes and mind were mostly focused on the male hand that had instinctively been placed protectively on your thigh while braking. Michael unfastened his seatbelt and leaned closer when he didn't get an answer.

”Uh, yeah…” your eyes now focused on his light, green, worried eyes.

You just stared. You didn't mean to, but you didn't make an effort to look away either. He had gotten so close. His left hand was on your upper arm in a protective manner, and his face was just inches away from yours. You didn't mean to stare, and you most definitely didn't mean for your eyes to briefly flicker down to look at his lips. He noticed. He must have noticed given the way you were both so focused on each other.

”Wa-", you began, but didn't finish the sentence. To be honest, you couldn't even remember what you were about to say. Your eyes flickered down again, when your vocal cords failed you.

‘Shit!’ Your mind blasted out inside your own head, but Michael didn’t pull away, or look alarmed. If anything, his brow furrowed deeper, all the while he was trying to calm his own breath. After a couple more sharp exhales his grip on your arm tightened, and he pressed his lips to yours quickly, as if he was taking a running start. You kissed back automatically before you even registered what was happening. You tensed up and felt Michael’s grip loosen as if to retreat. 'No no no', you were not gonna lose this moment. No way. To signal that you were on board with what was happening you brought your hand up to his neck. ‘He can't stop now’, you were aching for him to continue touching you.

He got more involved in the kiss in response, and your other hand found its way up to the back of his neck too. The hand that had previously resided firmly on your arm now fell to your thigh and snaked its way to the back of your knees, pulling you closer still. Your voice had given up any sort of attempt of self control, and a short moan escaped your lips. The man reacted to your premature excitement and his right hand fumbled to find your seat belt button. In a surprisingly smooth motion for the situation being, he simultaneously pushed his own seat back from the steering wheel, and pulled you onto his lap as soon as the belt let go of you. Both your hands braced against Michael's chest, while his own hands pressed into your sides. Your fingers curled to grip his shirt, and his fingers mimicked yours by curling too, his nails digging into you. You could feel your pulse going crazy. Michael's heartbeat was probably also going off the rails, because he lifted you off of him a couple of inches so that he could grow more comfortably in his pants. He looked you deep in your eyes the entire time and let out a lengthy exhale.

“Girl, I don't even know what to do with you.”

He grabbed your ass to grind you into him. You let yourself angle your head back in reaction to your core finally being stimulated, and Michael straightened up his upper body to nibble at your neck. You helped him by moving your own hips along with the rhythm, but his hands still stayed firmly on your ass. When you couldn't take it anymore, you reached down to unclasp his belt, but your fingers fumbled more than you intended. You hadn't noticed how much you were shaking in excitement before now.

The stranger turned lover stared into your eyes patiently while you unbuttoned his jeans, but as soon as you managed to slide them down his thighs he pressed you hard against him, almost as hard as he pressed your lips together. Your underwear starting to become soaked from the thought of what was to come. Michael shifted his underwear down to meet his jeans. His hands couldn't decide where to rest, alternating between your hips, your chest, and your neck.

When focusing on your hips, his fingers on one hand slid up ever so slightly underneath the hem of your underwear, and his touch left you grinding harder into his thigh. You could tell that Michael knew how wet you were, your panties practically gliding around. His fingers found your hemline once more, and he slowly let his fingers follow the leg seam downwards. He let two fingers slip between you and the fabric to rest right outside your entrance for what felt like several minutes, but then inserted them forcefully when your whimpers became more desperate. He groaned too, from getting to feel you from the inside and knowing what pleasures it gave you. As if this didn't feel explosive enough already, his thumb joined his other fingers and circled your clit carefully.

You felt your cheeks turn red from the blood rushing fast through your body. Feeling sparks in your lower stomach already was not something you anticipated. Michael seemed to understand though, because he stilled you from assisting his fingers’ movement. He had stopped his movements too to make sure you would focus on his face. The look of his eyes as he kept them locked on yours was piercing and the icy-ness of it felt amazing on your hot cheeks. He held one hand deep inside of you, and the other on his own throbbing organ. He slowly replaced his two fingers with his cock, letting you get used to him gradually. You sank down, and the pain of stretching was miniscule compared to all the pleasure in the air. Once Michael was sure that you were comfortable with him, he elevated his hips just enough to push your limits. He finally let out a well kept-in moan. The subtle hip movements turned more and more intense until the point where you could tell you would end up with leg cramps in a few hours. The car wasn’t gigantic by any means, but you found ways to make do. With your hands behind your back, you could hold onto the steering wheel for support, with the added benefit of letting Michael’s hands roam over your torso freely.

Eyes watering, heart pumping, and legs trembling, you could feel your orgasm coming closer. Both your moans blended together into an audible mess as the electric pulses took over your body. After your release, your body relaxed heavy against the steering wheel.

A long, loud honk sounded out before you could get the chance to lift yourself off in horror. ‘Oh shit.’ The motion of lifting yourself off and plopping down in the passenger seat again wasn’t graceful, but it was at least fairly quick. You sat paralyzed holding onto your seat as a dog barked loudly at the sudden interruption of the usual peace and quiet. A lamp lit up in a house a few hundred yards away. It took a minute, but Michael finally chuckled - his hands rubbing his face. You cracked a smile too, but your stiffened posture would take a few minutes to get rid of. Michael clearly had a more easily relaxed personality than you.

The back of his head lay on the head rest, and he let it fall to one side to turn towards you. The same all-too-humored look that he had when you missed the bus was painted over his face. He didn't say anything, and neither did you. Words didn't really help in this predicament. He just pulled his pants up to waist level again and turned the car keys. You two drove in silence the few minutes left to reach campus grounds.

He crawled to a stop outside of the main dorms, and turned his head lazily again. You had quickly gathered your stuff in your hands as he pulled in, and you got out the second the car stopped.

“Well, uh… Thanks for the ride”, you said politely.

“You’re welcome”, he replied just as politely, and with a rare sincerity.

You raised your palm up in a subdued goodbye as you took a few steps backwards, and then turned around to walk away. Your shoes on the asphalt click-clacked loudly in the silent summer night. You reached for the door handle, the cool metal feeling sobering in your grip.

“HEY!” a word sliced through the silence.

You spun around on your toes quickly.

“Hey girl!” Michael continued when he knew he had your attention. He was leaning out the rolled down window again.

“I know where you live!” The grin on his face almost bursting by the seams.

A huge smile immediately spread across your face too.

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