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allicat0 · 10 days

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hi there! i absolutely loved ur other fan fic even tho i didn’t know the character. made my pussy throb. anywho 😊 just seeing if u are able to write a gojo x reader, perhaps him being older ( older brothers bsf, teacher, etc. ) i also would love to see some discreet public sexy time. ( classroom, movie theatre, pool… i love fucking hot tubs and pools…) thank you so much!😜✌️🎀

Our little secret

Ans: thank you so much for the support, and of course! I’m so excited to write my take on Gojo! Hope you like it!!

Summary: University au! You're working along side your thesis advisor Gojo in hopes to working closer to your ambitions for the future. But being a university student, costs are high and money is low. So to be able to keep up with your school you have a little gig on the side.

Content: MDNI, 18+, abaf reader, smut, forced proximity, dubcon, oral, penetrative sex, domination, degradation, praise, making out, rough sex, oral sex, penetrative sex, teacher/student relations, dominant Gojo, submissive reader

A/N: I apologize if not all of my historical information its 100% correct, I did do a little research for it to make as much sense as I could. I also apologize for any word vomited, grammar, or punctuation errors. I was up till 2am writing. but hope you enjoy!

You had been given the opportunity to have Satoru Gojo, head professor of the History department as your Thesis advisor. It was all still a little unreal to you, but you couldn't be more grateful. You have spent countless hours with one another, early mornings and late nights, doing your best to progress with your latest research proposal. “The Villa of the Papyri” you said, placing your stack of papers down onto Gojos desk. “Now that surely is a pretty big project your-” He began to reply before you quickly cut him off “I understand it’s a lot, and that most of the contents inside got destroyed but there are over two thousand lost scrolls that reside inside that structure. There could be so many answers about the lost city of Herculaneum that those scrolls could contain!” Your look was genuine. . and so full of hope that he just couldn't say no.

As weeks passed, you still had no leads. Weeks turned into, months, and months turned into a year, endlessly working alongside Gojo. Despite your research not flourishing as much as you had hoped, your relationship with your professor grew more than you expected. It didn’t feel like work, it was tolerable to be around eachother, it didn’t feel like he had some weird authority complex over you, you were comfortable, you couldn’t help but admit to yourself some feeling for your professor began to form and you wished nothing would come in between that. .until something did.

Being a university student, especially in the department you're in, funds are high and since you were usually busy researching all day, you had a hard time getting a stable job that worked around your harsh schedule. The school did pay you money to go through with this research but it was barely enough to buy you a loaf of bread and toilet paper. You needed money to survive and things were getting a little tight, so you thought working at your local club didn’t sound like a horrible idea. . as a dancer.

Zafrio, is one of the more popular clubs in the area, but they worked well around your schedule, Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays every week. The pay was beautiful, every penny you made on that stage was yours to keep, on top of that you also got your bi-weekly pay which 10% of it went through tip - out to the servers, but you weren’t complaining. On average you made at least four hundred dollars a night, but on good days you would rack up closer to a thousand.

Tonight was your Saturday shift, the busier one out of the three. As you were getting ready backstage a familiar face walked into the club, the club was packed full of people, he made his way through the crowd, brushing past people shoulder to shoulder, getting closer to the main stage. Now he didn’t come here often but when he did, it was every Saturday at eleven, to see you and only you perform. He used having a large crowd to his advantage as he was often hidden, so you seeing him was never a concern of his. How he found out about your little side job was not intentional, he just happened to stumble into the club with some of his friends one night, and there you were working. Gojo was beyond intrigued, so ever since that day he’d been coming to watch you perform, he didn’t know why he came back, but all he knew was that he started thinking of you in ways he’d never dare think of before.

Your stage name gets called and there you are, walking out onto the stage over to the pole, beginning your number for the whole club. Cheers filled your ears, watching the money fall onto the stage, the serotonin that pumped through your body was unbelievable and he watched, every. Last. second. His eyes never leaving you or your body. The way your hips sway to the music, it was like he was in a trance.

As you finish your number your eyes fall out to the crowd, adjusting from the bright stage lights shining up at you. You start to strut off and out the corner of your eye, you see. . no it couldn’t be. What was he doing here?? Your heart rate began to pick up. What was your professor doing here?! You quickly rushed the rest of the off stage. Did he just see you perform? Your mind was rushing at a million miles a second.

You arrived backstage and looked in the mirror, your mind began to spiral and your heart picked up its pace, that was totally him, there was no denying it. “Is everything alright?” one of your fellow dancers came over to see if you were okay as they noticed you were panicking. “Yah. .yah i'm fine” you said to put your clothes on and packed all your belongings. “Something came up and I really need to go, please let the boss know I’m sorry.” You knew all of the money you got from that dance would be taken care of by your boss, and were quick to leave, walking out to your car and heading home.

Monday finally rolled around and you were on your way to Gojos' office to start work. If it were any other day you would be eager to get back to work after a weekend break, but today wasn’t any other day. The events of Saturday night still loomed in the back of your mind, you didn’t want to admit it but you were scared to face Gojo, how were you supposed to just act normal after that night?!

You opened the door to the office and plastered a smile onto your face and there he was sitting at his desk. “Good morning professor.” you said, making your way into the room, closing the door behind you. “Good morning, how was your weekend?” he asked, his eyebrow slightly arching with the question. You felt a lump form in your throat forcing it down before speaking. “Ah, it was quite relaxing,” you said trying to cut the conversation. “I'm surprised, you spend your weekends working do you not?” his head tilted ever so slightly, a smirk forming in the corner of his lips. He knew what he was doing and he knew you saw him that night.

You froze in place for just a moment, “i'm not sure I know what you mean” Gojo looked at you right in your eyes, leaning forward so his elbows were resting on his knees. “I think you and I both know what I mean” your breath hitched, there was no going back, there was no avoiding this. You watched as Gojo sat up from his chair and made his way around his desk. Leaning against this chair and resting his ass against it he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Well. . am I wrong?” This was it, your career was over, there was no way you would be able to recover from something like this, you knew the risks and yet you still took the chance, now look where it got you.

You could feel yourself trying to choke but in the coming years, you were trying your best to keep yourself together. “Now you know there's no reason to lie to me. .” Gojo pushed himself off the desk and made his way towards you, your eyes never leaving him. He walked behind you, leaving your sight, but you could feel him looming over you. “Professor look, moneys been low and.” his hot breath suddenly hit against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” His words were soft.

Your shoulders tensed as he placed his hands on them “Is this okay? Can I touch you here?” Gojo let out softly once more, you simply nodded your head being speechless. His hands began travelling down stopping right at your hips. “You know. .I have a confession of my own. Ever since I found out about your secret endeavours. . I haven’t been able to stop going back. . I can’t stop thinking about you in ways I shouldn’t.” He choked out, Gojo was doing his absolute best to keep himself at bay.

“Really?” you said, sounding surprised, his words were making your stomach flutter. As much as you wanted to deny this as wrong and unprofessional there was a recurring curious thought that wanted to find out more, what exactly was he thinking. “The thought drives me crazy” the hold he had on your hips gets tighter, but you move away from his grip, turning around to face him. His eyes were drawing you in like never before, you couldn’t describe it, but his gaze was full of pure lust.

You bit down on your lips, you were unsure what to do, act professional or. . no what were you thinking! “Darling,” Gojo said, snapping you out of your thoughts. His hands coming up and cupping your face, his thumb trailing softly against your cheek. “Gojo I. .” You stood there speechless. “This is unprofessional.” You try to centre your thoughts “I think we’re long past that.” he said his hand never leaving your cheek. His face leaned down his lips inches from yours “if you want me to stop then tell me, I want you to be okay with this” you looked up at him through your lashes nodding your head ever so slightly. “Please. .don’t stop” you let out quietly just enough for him to hear you.

Next thing you know you felt Gojo’s lips press against yours, lips moulding with one another. His kiss was delicate, but carried so much passion and lust behind every movement. Your mind continued to spiral at every given minute, but you didn’t want to stop, you wanted more. Gojo’s hands travelled down before taking your ass in his hands giving it a squeeze as he continued to kiss you.

His tongue slipped past your lips and moved with yours, but it didn’t last long as he was quick to pull away to catch a breath. His head moved to your neck planting firm kisses against your neck as his hands made their way up your shirt, cupping your breast in the process massaging them as he continued to place his markings down your neck. “You’re fucking gorgeous” his voice was breathy, against your skin.

Gojo guided you over to his desk, turning you around to your back facing him. His hands lingered at the hem of your pants, thinking for a moment before he pulled both your pants and underwear down revealing your slick pussy. Gojo went down onto his knees to get a better view, his hand trailing up and down pushing in between your folds, slowly sticking his middle and ring finger deep into your pussy, causing a moan to escape your lips. “What if someone hears us?” you asked nervously. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you slowly watching how your pussy swallowed his fingers “let them” he said.

The speed of his fingers began to pick up the pace causing soft moans to escape through the seam of your lips. Gojo pulled his fingers out of you, spreading your legs open enough to lodge his head in between your thighs, dragging his tongue against your pussy. As you lay there leaning over his desk, gasping for breath, Gojo tasted every inch of you, savouring the sweetness of your flesh, he knew exactly where to touch, how to caress, driving you further into the realm of ecstasy. Your hips would involuntarily push back into him as he lapped his tongue over your clit, exploring every curve and crevice, bringing you to the edge of climax. It was almost painful, the anticipation and desire building within you, but you wouldn't trade this exquisite torture for anything else.

As you were nearing release Gojo pulled away standing up, quickly unbuckling his pants to unveil his already hard twitching cock eager to pound into you. He held the base of his cock, dragging the tip in between your wet folds, before slowly pushing himself into you, causing a groan to escape from the back of his throat. His hands grabbing onto your hips, he began to slowly move his hips watching your pussy swallow his cock. “You feel so fucking good” he said as he began to pick up the pace. Your hand moved up to your mouth blocking out the moans leaving your lips, doing your very best to stay quiet enough so others wouldn’t hear your lewd sounds. Gojo’s thrusts became rough, his hand releasing your hip entangling his fingers through your hair tugging on it as he pounded into you. “You’re such a good girl, taking me so well”.

As Gojo continued to thrust deep into you, you felt yourself coming closer to the edge once again, the knot building up in your stomach from him constantly hitting your G-spot. Your free hand moved down in between your legs and moved rapidly against your clit. “ you gonna cum on my cock baby?” He asked you, smirking down at you, how he enjoyed the sight. You let out a moan as your legs do their best to hold themselves up through your orgasm, Gojo was close, you could feel his cock pulsating inside of you. His thrust was becoming sloppy and out of rhythm. With a few more thrusts he quickly pulled out of you, his hot cum hitting against your back “fuck” he said out of breath looking down at the mess he made, but god it was fucking hot.

His body pressed up against your own, planting a soft kiss against your shoulder. Moving the hair away from your neck and planting them slowly against your neck as well, he let out a light groan, the vibration of his hot breath against your skin made you shiver. “Let's get you cleaned up baby” Gojo said, going back to his cocky smug voice once again. “Oh and. .lets keep this our little secret alright?”

@allicat0 signing off. .

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k1ngpin42 · 2 months

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Hey guys, this is my first post so I’ll need to set up some ground rules, feel free to skip.

First of all I write NSFW/18+ content, but I will write other content upon request. If you are a minor, evaluate whether or not you will interact with my content at your own risk, but if you find it innaproopitate, please scroll.

I’m an Abby girly, but this is just a Dina fic to test the waters, a full Abby NSFW fic will be released on my page soon too.

The plot dragged on more than I would have liked, I’ll have the smut in bold if u want to skip to that ;)

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Comforting Dina after Ellie leaves

You were relatively new to Jackson. You had been picked up by Jesse’s patrol when moving through a dangerous part of town and had been offered a place there if you could pull your weight. You are a good shot, and cook, for that matter, so finding your place wasn’t too difficult. Still, you felt like an outsider to people who had been there most or all of their lives, and Dina was one of the people who made the adjustment the smoothest.

You always felt safe with her, and had even developed feelings. When you watched her kiss Ellie that night in town, you let your heart break for the last time before moving on.

At least, you thought you had moved on. You still thought about her every day, even if you tried to push the thoughts away.

You were coming back from a regular supply route when you spotted a girl on a horse. She had beautiful, silky black hair in a bun and was wearing a pale yellow flannel.

Was that…?

“It’s Dina!” Someone called excitedly from the gate.

A sharp sensation ran through your body and you found yourself letting out a shaky breath you weren’t aware you had been holding.

Dina. The girl who in the middle of a fucking outbreak, has more fire than a group of soldiers combined. The girl who makes dumb jokes that only she could make sound so sweet. The girl who’s smile was brighter than any light the fireflies so desperately wanted to find, the girl you…liked.

You pull the reins and approach the gate swiftly, leaving your patrol group behind.

When you dismount at the gate and lock eyes with her, it was as if all your pain was, not forgotten, but almost gone. As if Dina had stuck bandaids over the wound.

Dina lets out an excited gasp and runs at you, holding you in her arms tightly.

“I was hoping you’d be here.” She speaks quietly, still smiling as she pulls away from the hug. You nod, barely looking into her eyes as you feel the heat rush to your cheeks.

“Is everything okay? Why’s Ellie not with you guys?” You ask as you plant a soft kiss on JJ’s forehead.

A pale look touches Dina’s ordinarily warm features, and you know immediately what that look implies.

“Oh…oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine. She’s gone.” Dina says, forcing a soft smile and ignoring the tears in her eyes.

“We’ll have a patrol pick up your stuff tomorrow.” Mariah says, approaching Dina and giving her a hug herself.

Mariah walks behind you, leaning in to your ear.

“Look after her, you’re dismissed from your duties today, your only job is putting a smile on that girl, okay?” She whispers, and Dina seems too lost in her own head to notice.

You nod. “Of course, thank you.”

You take her hand and lead her through the town.

“You hungry?” You ask, eyes wide with worry. She nods.

“Yeah, actually, but I don’t really want to be smothered by people right now.”

“Oh, sorry do you want me to-“

“No, I want you to stay.” She reaffirms, and you nod, still feeling considerably nervous.

You walk past the butcher and the man working there smiles brightly.

“It’s great to have you back Din’s!” Dina forces a smile again.

“Yea…thanks.” She says.

“Uh…What can I get you guys? It’s on me today.” The man says again. You nod and look at the options.

“I’ll get some of those sausages and I know it’s a stupid question but, do you have any steak?” He laughs.

“The answer to that would be no, but Dina can have my sandwich, I was saving it for later but it’s the real good stuff, had to give some trading cards and ammo but, I’m only the cook, what would I do with ammo anyways.”

“Kill me some steak maybe?” You remark, making Dina smile.

“I’m pretty sure he would kill the cow…I don’t think you can “kill steak” Dina informs her, an amused expression still evident.

“Potato potato Dina.” She turns to face the man again.

“What’s in it?” Dina asks.

“Premium pork-“

“She’s Jewish…” You say, instinctively. She looks at you and the man just has a confused expression.

“So…?”

“Well Jewish people typically don’t eat Pork or…shellfish, so-“

“Oh sorry, I didn’t know.

“How did you know that?” Dina asks. You shrug.

“You told me you were Jewish so I read a book about it.” You explain, matter-of-factly. She looks impressed, but doesn’t say anything.

The man hands you the bag with the meat inside.

“Thanks.” You say, leading Dina away again.

“Is there anyone you want to say hi to?” You question. You can hear the snow crunch under your feet. She shakes her head.

“Not today, not like this.” You nod.

“I’ll take you back to yours then, grill you up some lunch. Smothered in onion right?”

“The smellier the better.” She laughs weakly.

When you get to her place, the cold air hits you square on and you both shiver.

“Fuck it’s cold.” Dina remarks, and you can’t help but laugh at her bluntness.

“I’ll get a fire going.” You tell her, taking the lighter out of your pocket. You turn the power on and put the sausage in the fridge.

“I really need a shower…” Dina admits, and you turn to look at her again.

“Uh…alright, yeah I’ll just…I’ll just wait here.”

“Thanks.” She says, walking up to her room and folding up some clothes by her bed.

You then see her turn on the hot water generator and step in to the shower.

You wait by the fire for 5 minutes, then 10. Then, a faint voice over the bathroom exhaust.

“Hey can you come in here please?” You stand up, nervously and make your way to the bathroom, opening the door only a fraction and turning around so you can’t see her.

“I’m here…” You explain, your voice sounding more high pitched than usual and making you cringe.

“I couldn’t find a towel and it’s freezing out. Can you try and find one for me?” She asks. Your cheeks, now a new shade, shape into a nervous smile.

“Of course, where should I look?”

“My room, it’s at the top.”

“Sure.”

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When you return, you see Dina, completely exposed, standing in front of you out of the shower.

You immediately turn around and shut your eyes, bumping into the door during the commotion. She chuckles.

“Turn around.” She instructs, and you do so with your hand over your eyes. Dina rolls her eyes, grabbing your hand and placing it back down.

“What are-“ You don’t even know what to say, you don’t even know what words are anymore. Instead, you just admire her body, the way her complexion paints her body like the artwork it is. The way her hips curve out ever so slightly in ways that her devilish clothing concealed.

“Why didn’t you write me?” She asks, trying not to smile at your currently dropped jaw.

“I um…” With her permission, you now glance at her breasts. You try to convince yourself you’ve never thought about what they might look like before, but you give up trying to convince yourself of that and decide they are more beautiful than anything you have or could have imagined.

“Did you not get my letters?” She asks, and now you look back to her eyes.

“Um…I did.” You admit, feeling the heat spread to the back of your neck now.

“Ah, so you just didn’t want to respond?” You roll your eyes.

“That’s not it.”

“Then what?” She asks, sounding more angry than you would have thought. She lets out a deep breath.

“I thought about you all the time, you know? Did you ever think about me?”

“All the time. But how was I supposed to respond? ‘Dear Dina, I’m so happy you and your girlfriend decided to raise sheep and a baby together away from everyone, I’d go visit but I have duty, send my regards to Ellie?’

“Okay, okay, but you could have at least kept me informed, tell me about your life, I mean you could have been dead for all I know.”

“You wouldn’t have believed that.”

“Don’t be so full of yourself. You may have never missed a shot with a rifle, you may not be the kind of girl to go into a house without taking out every single infected first, but I hate to break it to you, you’re not invincible. As unlikely at it would have been, you could have been dead.”

"Fine. But you wouldn’t have cared what I had to say anyway. ‘Dear Dina, I woke up, had breakfast, went on patrol with another stranger who I wished on everything was you instead, but they weren't. I went home, showered and slept like I do every day.”

“I would have cared. I do.” She mutters. You sigh.

“Well I’m sorry. It was just hard for me, hearing you so happy with someone so…”

Dina’s eyebrows raise.

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have.”

“Finish your sentence.” Dina argues. You take a deep breath.

“Stupid. She was stupid to have left you, I never would.”

“Yeah well, Joel was the only person Ellie loved.”

“You don’t really believe that…”

“Well to think she truly loved me and chose to leave anyway for a bit of revenge hurts even worse.” You don’t know what to say, you just nod and hand her her towel. She tosses it on the ground.

“Want to hear what I left out in my letters?”

You’re still blushing over her naked body, but nod.

“sure.”

“Dear (reader) I’m trying to be happy with Ellie and JJ and yet all I can think about is you. Sometimes Ellie treats me like I’m nothing and I know why she does, but it hurts to think how well you would treat me if you were here. You’d probably tell me, “it’s okay…” She pauses. “I’m here…” You’d say.” You don’t know how to react to this, so you just keep listening.

“Dear (reader), Ellie left today, and even though it hurt, like nothings hurt before, I feel like a horrible person.” You walk towards her, looking upset at her words.

“Why would you feel like a horrible person?” Dina lowers her head, looking ashamed.

“Because even though I did love her, when she left it felt freeing, and then I saw you at that gate and it felt as if the part of me she took was never really gone at all.”

“Dina…”

“No, don’t fight it.” She says, grabbing your face and placing a warm kiss on your mouth. You sink into the heat of the kiss, tasting her more passionately now. You pull away from the kiss and you see her eyes, consumed with darkened lust.

“Dina.” You say again, more stern this time.

“You broke up with Ellie only a few weeks ago, you’re still hurting and I will NOT be your rebound. Not when I have spent almost an entire yer lo…” You stop yourself.

“You mean a lot to me Dina, I’m not going to ruin this-“

“Please.” Dina says, kissing your neck and making your legs feel weak as a result.

“I’ve been craving you for longer than you could ever realise. I didn’t even truly know till…till I saw you just now” She says between breaths, wrapping her arms over your neck to pull you into a hug. The warmth of her bare skin is elevating, and it feels like every sensation you experience is heightened.

“I’m not going to take advantage of you Dina.”

“You think I’m unattractive?” She asks, and you pull away from the hug, putting a hand on her face.

“Dina, when I look at you I don’t just see my best friend, I see the most beautiful of women. The girl I have liked since I first came to Jackson.” You explain, feeling emotional to bring these thoughts to words.

“You are a rare jewel, and I don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.”

“I know you think I’m not acting on logic, but there has always been something between us. Ellie…she was like an addiction, something I thought I needed to function. I always had to be one way with her, but with you I feel happy, safe. I’ve dreamt of this ever since Ellie and I broke up and I spent the whole ride here just wishing you would feel it back.”

Smutttttttt ya’lllll

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“I….don’t want you to regret this.”

“Then don’t give me anything to regret.” Dina speaks smoothly, kissing you deeply again. You sigh into her mouth and let your tongues dance as your hands slowly lower to her shoulders, your fingers gently trailing her cold skin, still damp and glistening with small water droplets.

You push her back against the sink, the air between you two barely existent as you gasp excitedly and desperately between kisses.

You lower yourself, putting yourself into a position between her legs.

“Can I?” You ask, and Dina gleams at the indication of what you want to do, her head leaning back with anticipation.

You take a moment to admire her cunt, drawing a line between her folds all the way up to her clit with your thumb.

She’s already wet. You can tell by the way your finger glides in, the way she glistens, it turns you on even more, if that were possible. Then, with your thumb still on her clit, you start doing tricks with your index finger, enjoying the sounds of her shaky breaths as you finger her with just the tip of your index finger.

You continue with your fingers, pushing your entire index finger inside this time. She cries out, moaning in pleasure. You remove your finger and suck your index and middle finger before putting them both inside her. You doubt it would have made a differences, she was so wet anyway it would have gone in like two pieces of a perfect puzzle. After caressing the inside of her cunt with your fingers for a few minutes, you decide to finally feed the burning desire to taste her, to feel her come undone on your tongue.

Without so much as a warning, you start eating away at her cunt, sucking and licking sloppily, savouring every inch of her like it’s a 3 course meal.

“F….fucking h… mmm…” Dina struggles, biting her middle finger softly in a barely successful attempt of suppressing the sounds escaping her lips.

You smile, using this as an excuse for more air before going back and attacking her again with your tongue. She tastes so fucking good. You could get drunk off the taste, in fact, you would be a fucking alcoholic if that was the case.

“Oh shit…Oh sh…mmm….so-“ She struggles, letting out a deeper moan this time. “good.”

You move your tongue faster in circular motions on her clit while sucking on her lower lips at the same time. By this point, anything Dina tries to say is inaudible, replaced with fast paced moans and whimpers.

“S….s…mmm…..so..clo-“ She cries out. You don’t stop. You keep going even after it pulses in your mouth and your throat is filled with your new favourite taste. The taste of her.

When it becomes too much for her, she pulls your face away, breathing deeply, eyes slightly shut from the overstimulation.

“Was that…” You hesitate, face red. “Good?” Dina laughs.

“Fuck off.” She manages, still in a stage of ecstasy.

“I don’t want to move too fast or anything but…do you want to have…” You say, clearing your throat “um…” Dina smiles again, nodding.

“Fuck yeah.” With this, you pick her up and bring her to the bedroom just outside the door. As soon as you two are on the bed, she practically tears your shirt off, immediately kissing all over your body. She flips you so her body is on top of yours.

“You look so fucking hot Dina…” You breathe out as she bites down slightly on your neck. She rolls her eyes playfully.

She pulls off your underwear, tossing it on the floor beside her bed.

“I want to do it to you too.” Dina says casually, and you initially feel insecure about letting her, but you agree.

“Mm.” You say as she disappears under the covers. You then feel her hands pulling your legs apart and you help part the way for her. You practically shiver as the starts tonguing your pussy delicately, with a lot more precision than when you did it to her, as if starved.

She then started sucking and the moan that left your mouth was instantaneous. She keeps going and you feel yourself started to soak as you claw on to the bed sheets below.

“Feels so good.” You say, and she keeps going till you feel your body tremble and pulse. She looks up at your, feeling satisfied with your expression. She wipes her mouth with her thumb and then sucks on it for a second, maintaining eye contact with you.

So goes back to the previous position, pulling your body down so it’s below her.

“It’s still cold.” She states as the bareness of your bodies connect. You smirk beneath her.

“Whatever will we do about it?”

“Just shut the fuck up and fuck me.” She orders, and so you let her have her way.

She pushes your leg down and positions herself so she is sitting over it, then you feel her pussy rub on yours and your eyes immediately roll back at the sensation. Without the pleasure of your clit even in the equation yet, you feel as if you’re melting.

Then, she pulls you in closer, moving you just right and making you moan desperately.

“Dina please…” You sigh out as she moves her hips painfully slow in a circular motion.

“J…just like that.” You say again.

Her hands are on your thighs when she starts to pick up speed. She’s moaning too now, her beautiful features looking even better covered in sweat and pleasure.

“Faster….please?” You ask, your voice sounding more helpless than you would have liked. She continues at her current pace, a cruel smirk on her mouth.

“This…” She gasps, riding the sensation. “Is for not stopping earlier when I had already…” You try to increase your own pace and she shoves your legs back down with her full body strength.

“You can come when I say.” She gasps, wrapping her fingers softly around your neck.

“You like that?”

“Mmm.” You reply, eyes closed shut. It isn’t long before a familiar sensation stirs in the pit of your stomach, as bad as you wanted to come, and also didn’t want this to end, it was the best and most conflicting thing you had ever experienced. ,

Dina finally complied and went faster, and you sing out a chorus of moans and whispers.

“I’m gonna cum…” Dina says, still holding you close. “Cum with me.” She says again. You nod, kissing her quickly as you both release on top of each other, liquid lining your bodies and trailing down onto the bed.

You just hold each other, ignoring the stickiness of the situation and letting comfortable silence fall before you too fall back onto the bed, looking into her eyes fondly.

“Do you…regret it yet?” You ask. She shakes her head.

“The only thing I regret is wasting all that water, I’m going to need another shower after all that…excitement.” You both laugh. You lean into her ear and whisper, “We can save water by showering together?” Her smirk widens and she nods.

“The things we do for this town.”

“Mhm.”

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Loki's Cooking Lesson

Pairing: Loki x female reader (y/n)

Warnings: I got nothing... just some fluff

Summary: Loki asked if you could teach him how to cook something for date night and you can't help using this as an opportunity to prank the trickster.

Word Count: 1k words

A/N: I was reading through some of my longer fic, Shadows of the Past, and I thought this chapter would be a fun little oneshot. I reworked it so you don't need to know anything else about the story to read it. If you do like it though... it is chapter 19 and the link to the rest of the fic is here (work in progress) Shadows of the Past

You stand in front of the door to Loki's apartment and check your phone one last time to make sure everything is set. You smile to yourself and slip it back into your pocket before knocking. The door swings open almost immediately and you are greeted by Loki.

"Hello darling," he smiles as he gestures for you to enter.

After closing the door behind you, he wraps his arms around you tightly. You hug him back, resting your head against his chest. One of his hands remains on your lower back but he moves his other hand to the back of your head and lightly runs his fingers through your hair. You look up at him and he leans down, kissing you softly.

"Hi mischief," you giggle quietly when he loosens his hold of you. You take his hand and start towards the kitchen. “Now, I think it’s time for you to make me some dinner," you remind him.

“That was the plan... although I warn you, I have almost no idea what I’m doing,” he responds.

You try not to laugh at how nervous he sounds and reassure him, “Don't worry, if it turns out to be inedible we can just order a pizza."

He rubs the back of his neck and you kiss his cheek, causing him to smile again. "We've got this Loki, you ready?" you ask and he nods.

“Ok so, first rule of cooking...” you say to him as you open up your music app. “We need some good music,” you smile.

"Really?" he asks, raising one of his eyebrows at you.

"Absolutely," you answer matter-of-factly. You scroll down and select the playlist you made specifically for tonight.

He looks at you curiously as he waits for the first song to start.

“First one is a classic, you're going to love it,” you tell him. After a few seconds of silence, AC/DC’s Thunderstruck begins to play loudly and the smile vanishes from his face.

Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder, Thunder,

I was caught

In the middle of a railroad track (Thunder) ....

You pause the song and he sighs loudly as he rolls his eyes. “Not a fan?” you ask him, trying to stifle a laugh. He shakes his head slowly, crossing his arms against his chest.

“Ok... not your style, I can work around that. This next one is a bit newer,” you explain as you click on the next song on the playlist.

Just a young gun with a quick fuse

I was uptight, wanna let loose

I was dreaming of bigger things

And wanna leave my old life behind

Not a yes-sir, not a follower

Fit the box, fit the mold

Have a seat in the foyer, take a number

I was lightning before the thunder

You watch him closely as he leans on the counter next to you. He doesn’t seem to be enjoying the song but his expression is neutral until the chorus to Imagine Dragon’s Thunder starts.

Thunder, thunder

Thunder, thun-, thunder

Thun-thun-thunder, thunder, thunder ....

“Oh for Norns sake!” he says loudly, throwing his hands up.

You can barely contain your laughter as he walks a few steps away from you then turns back. You feign innocence as you pause the song, “You don’t like this one either?”

“No... I do not like that one either,” he says as he steps closer to you. He puts one arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him. He leans down, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “You have one more chance, Y/N," he says slowly in a calm voice.

Without saying a word you nod and reach for your phone. “I think you are really going to like this one. It's supposed to be very relaxing," you tell him as you lean into his embrace.

You click on the next song and bite your lip lightly as Loki continues to hold you close to him. The song starts gently with an orchestra playing softly. Loki's face softens a bit and he seems to be enjoying the music until the sound of light rain can be made out in the background.

Loki pulls back slightly from you and looks at you questioningly. “Tell me that is not what I think it is,” he says and you can hardly keep a straight face as you shrug.

The sounds of the rain become louder and the crack of thunder breaks through the melody of the orchestra. Loki lets go of you and puts his hand over his eyes as he groans loudly.

“I honestly have no idea what I’m going to do with you, Y/N,” he says shaking his head as you pause the nature sounds.

You finally let out the laugh you've been holding and answer, “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

“Hmmm,” he hums as he backs you against the counter. Loki slips one arm around your waist and places his other hand under your chin, tilting your head so you are looking up at him. “I do have an idea or two,” he says in a serious tone.

He moves quickly, kissing you hard while he presses his body against yours. You wrap your arms around him and kiss him back. His lips travel to your cheek, your jaw then down your neck. You can’t help but moan softly when he kisses your collarbone and he pauses when he hears it.

“That is a much better sound than thunder,” he says with a smirk and you nod in agreement.

He lets go of you and you pout a little, “Now, I believe you promised to teach me how to cook... if you are ready to behave?” he asks.

"I'll be good,” you respond.

“Good girl,” he says quietly in your ear causing you to blush. "Shall we get started?" he asks and you nod before heading over to the fridge to take out the necessary ingredients.

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Heartless Madness

The title is based off of a really cool powermetal song. I'm probably going to try and name most if not all after a powermetal song tbh.

tw: Yandere? (Might need a follow up fic), aftermath of rape, aftermath of torture, the Drukhari are here so yeah

This was a hard darling to come up with... as while I love Iron Warriors she had to be the right balance of interesting enough and made of tough stuff and also to be easily mailable/moldable. I might eventually do a "least yandere" poll and see who wins and either reworks that boy or just gives them a chapter serf darling. I'm doing civilian darlings because 1) More fun 2) more terrifying

Harram the Wallbreaker let his heavy lumbering steps kick up the dust on the cracked and torn pavement. They had replied to a distressed signal from this agriworld and the warband needed another world like this to keep the war machine going. In the midst of a Drukhari attack. The night was cold and quiet... till he watched a number of humans turn their heads to the East. "What is it." His voice rumbles out of his terminator armor.

"This is the second night we've heard a baby cry. We think it might be a Drukhari trap as all that has been observed over there were unfortunate victims dying." A man said.

Harram huffed out causing a billow of steam to leave at the same time of his huff making his armor look far more alive then it was. "Has anyone checked?"

"No my lord."

He turned to the East and began the slow march. If there was an ambush waiting to happen Harram was certain he could handle it and if there was a baby there still alive then perhaps they were made of sterner stuff... like iron.

He walked past naked bodies chained to the ground in various states of decomposition. All of them chained to the ground with some xenos looking bear trap like contraption. He turned the sensitivity of the audials up and he could hear the faint crying. How it would pause then start up again.

He stopped in the mist as the crying soon turned to laughter and he pushed his armor's capabilities to the limit. "Shh Ferum... no more tears... I know you're hungry... mommy has nothing left to give." He could hear her weak hums as he slowly walked closer.

He sees her on the thermals first and scrolls through all of the different settings to get the full picture as he walks closer. He can see maggots in the lashes across her back, one leg encased fully in the xenos torture device, blood and a high degree likelihood of xenos sperm paints her inner thighs, he can tell starvation and dehydration are setting in for her, and he can tell her hair was recently cut in such a jagged motion. Harram suspects for a trophy or for other things worse should she have been found... entertaining enough for the xenos.

"Has the Emperor answered my prayers?" She speaks so softly as he watches her weakly turn her head. She ends up just rolling over, her watches her eyes close in pain as large grey eyes look at him with a tiny fist jammed into a small mouth. Ugly brusing paints her face, bite marks littering her breasts, less cuts on the front just far more bruising.

"No. He did not send me." Harram replies walking closer.

"You are one of his angels." She sighs in relief.

"I am not. I am something far worse." He tilts his head slightly thinking, "I am a devil... a fallen angel." He chuckles more to himself at his poetic nature.

"Still an angel." He sees her bloody smile. But he can see a look in her eyes ones of grim acceptance, "Have you come to save me? Or just take my baby?"

"Originally just for the baby." He notes the sad smile on her face as her eyes water and she just nods slowly petting his head. "But... I can take you too. What you will return to is not going to be the same."

"I've been changed by this... as long as whatever I return to is better than being raped by xenos I'll say that's an improvement." She bitterly laughs letting her tears fall. He watches the infant try to breastfeed once more. The exhaustion as Harram realizes the baby looks fed and hardly any exposure.

"I am going to contact my brothers to see how to remove this without removing your leg." He says watching her nod.

"Thank you dearest angel..."

Harram just sighed and talked with his brothers as he started to pull the pins in their specific order. He ignored the younger warrior's persistant asking of why he was even doing this. The child was more than healthy enough, simply take them and put the mother out of her misery... even if you ignored that they brought up the points of she would be in recovery for so long. Perhaps that was why Harram followed Endion he was considered sentimental amongst the Iron Warriors and left to start his own warband.

They all did not fit their genesires ideal vision of iron... but they were still of iron! He pulled a pin out to quickly earning a whimper from her throat as tears flowed from her eyes. "Please... I do not wish to be trouble."

"Do not speak mortal. I could have killed you if I did not wish to deal with this burden."

Esteemed terminator Harram. We have movement a few clicks north of you. It's the xenos!

Harram lifted his head as he heard her whimpers as she could hear the near silent thrum of their crafts. He pulled a decorative pelt from his shoulder off and covered her up with it. "Stay there. Do not move at all lest I crush you." He watched her pull her son to her chest and do her best to keep the infant safe with only her body to protect them. The pelt was to simply keep her out of the view of the xenos. "You will probably lose HEARING." He roared the only warning before the twinlinked bolter started throwing the explosive rounds down wind.

His leg joints locked in place, so he would be less likely to crush her and the babe. "Brother's I have started to engage."

"Are you being soft again, Harram?" He could hear Endion's warm voice suddenly connect to the vox channel.

He watched rounds connect with one of the small crafts as it was just a handful of the quick xenos. "No brother I am being like Iron!"

"What have you found then?"

"IRON!" The large chain sword slams down being lucky enough to catch one of them trying to run past and slice at his joints. He couldn't hear the infant screaming over the scream of the chains. He couldn't hear her broken sobs of begging to be killed then be hurt by them again. Harram was focused on the combat. "I have found Iron! I refuse to let them RUST!"

Harram has to unlock his legs to turn around and charge the cocky xeno. But his swings were too slow as the xeno was slowly peeling away sheets of ceramite. Not once during this exchange he thought that this was a tactical error... other brothers would see this as an error but then again they would also be as stubborn as he would be to claim the iron.

It screeched as he saw his Orichalcum, he questions not when he saw her as his, sitting up having thrown one of the knife like pins into it. The tired weak smile on her face is replaced by terror as she rolls to shield her child as it charges but that was enough time for him to slam into the xeno and start crushing it.

When he was done he turned to her watching her writhe on the ground as blood oozed out as in it's dying moment it must have activated the contraption. She looks up at him in pure pain as he pulls out his knife and watches it heat up. "Pray that you are made of Iron."

She bitterly barks, "I was an Iron worker!" She half screams, "I'm half metal shavings at this point!" She shrieks as he doesn't give her much time to think as he just removes the whole leg.

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Iron was apart of her. His Orichalcum. And her son Ferum. He learned quite a bit about her during her recovery. She was an Ironworker and so was her dead husband. She had lost him before Ferum was born... meaning that Harram could focus his attentions upon her without any meddlers.

Endion had teased him about his fondness... but it had been so long since he found anyone he could call iron. Though Endion was hardly one to complain as Harram would find him stealing Ferum away and of course teased the warlord of entering his "nesting" phase again. To which he threatened to take his Orichalcum away... and Harram could only silently stew as he would not risk losing her to a far more... charming one of his bretherin.

"Oh hello Harri-ham." She said in a cutesy voice as she was busy feeding Ferum some baby food. "Sorry I was talking with him." She just say softly. Harram just huffed softly. "Hey Harram... I want to deeply thank you for saving my life and that of Ferum. I don't know how to repay you."

"You have no need to repay me."

"Well I was thinking that I should be good to go back home soon." She hardly noticed Harram stop in his actions of getting his own food before he turned around with a bowl in hand just shoveling some food into his mouth. "I don't want to be a burden on you any more than I already have."

"What of your nightmares?"

"I'm a big girl Harram I'll have to sleep alone eventually." She chuckles as whenever he has been in the room at night she ends up usually in his bed or asleep on the plush chair in his work room just afraid to be alone... or when the night terrors come back how he grounds her. And perhaps he had grown content with the small warmth in his bed... he had never understood while Endion would bring mortals to his bed.

Not till he had her under him begging for him to fuck the xenos touch away... to replace the repulsive feelings... to help her feel clean again. "What if I don't want you to go." Harram said a little darkly just watching her blink and look at him owlishly.

"I... I..."

"Just stay for a little while longer... I can help you get things ready for you to return to, yes?"

"Oh... alright." She says softly smiling at him not realizing that the simple goalpost of 'being ready enough to leave' would keep moving further and further... and he doubts she will complain... too much.

#tw: torture #tw: rape #tw: assault #tw: Drukhari #tw: yandere #Yandere #Yandere Space Marine #Yandere Iron Warrior #Space Marine #Iron Warrior #warhammer 40k #Drukhari #single mom reader #widow reader

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Chapter 46: You Mean Nothing...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Smut/Adult Language/Adult Content/Murder/Blood/Attack by stalker/Strangulation

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4,844

Chapter 46

Tia’s POV

Not only have my ancestors given me a peek at the passion the guys and I will hold dearly, but they have also informed me of the best way to navigate situations to keep us all safe. I had told Jimin that I was keeping something from them to prevent a situation that could harm us physically and mentally. However, I couldn't reveal more details as it might negatively impact our timeline. I know that if I told him, he would immediately tell the others in an attempt to keep me safe. Because of that, I also couldn’t let him know of today’s events.

“Y’all, I’m starving! We don’t have anything to cook for lunch,” I whine while sprawled across the couch, my head resting in Taehyung’s lap. Even though we did have a late breakfast, it’s well past lunchtime and my belly lets me know by rumbling loudly. This is just another reason to put some fire under these guys.

“We, literally, just had breakfast,” Jungkook chuckles while rubbing my calf, his eyes fixed on the TV screen. “There’s no way you’re hungry again already.”

“It’s okay, my baby,” Taehyung says sweetly yet teasingly while stroking my hair. I pout up at his handsome face, which makes him laugh, then offer, “We’ll go as soon as Yoongi gets here, okay?”

“There are still chips in the pantry. Do you want a bag to hold you over?”

“Joonie, you’re so sweet but I want meat,” I say, declining his offer, not even realizing I’d inadvertently walked myself into a joke.

“Well, if that’s the case, I just might have something you can snack on,” Jungkook teases.

I can’t help but laugh out loud and kick at him playfully.

“Wow, Koo. While that sounds appetizing, I’ll save that for later.”

Our laughter dies down before Jimin can ask, “Did Hoseok say what time he’d be back from Bangtan?”

“He said it’d be later this evening, most likely,” I answer him without looking over at him lying on the floor near Namjoon’s chair, scrolling on his phone judging by the Tiktok sounds I hear.

“So we really do need to leave as soon as Yoongi gets here so that we can make dinner before he gets back,” Jungkook realizes.

“Or we could just do takeout tonight? Seems like that would be the easiest thing so you guys won’t be rushing,” Namjoon suggests.

“That sounds good to me,” Taehyung says, smiling down at me.

“You know I don’t mind that at all. Maybe we could get food from that new restaurant Tia wanted to try,” Jimin adds.

“Bet, that sounds like a plan then. Since we’re in no rush now, how about-,” Jungkook says as he runs his hand up my thighs to glide his finger under the hem of my black shorts.

“Koo!” I giggle as he leans across the couch, slithering his body to lay on top of me.

“Damn, this man never quits,” Namjoon says to no one in particular with a snicker.

“He is quite insatiable, huh?” Jimin laughs, answering Namjoon.

“I swear,” Taehyung agrees with a chuckle, joining the other men. “I don’t see how he does it. I guess I’m getting old cause my back is still sore from helping move those mattresses last night,” he retorts as he fondly runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, who is now kissing me deeply. Jungkook parts my legs with his knee, making room to rest his semi-erect manhood against my mound.

My giggles have long turned into moans and I find myself fighting the urge to allow my mind to cloud over with lust. I can’t. I have to get them out of this house. While I wish this make-out session could continue, I gently push Jungkook away by his shoulders.

“Babe,” is all I manage to say, thankfully being saved by the bell.

“That must be Yoongi,” Namjoon says, about to get up to answer the door.

“I got it,” Jimin offers, getting up to run out of the room.

Jungkook kisses my lips one more time before dismounting my body with a grin on his face. Taehyung leans over to kiss me, too, then helps me up from the couch to rush excitedly behind Jimin to meet Yoongi at the door. On my way to him, I suddenly see blue and red lights flashing in the peripheral of my mind’s eye, signaling that trouble is on the way. I have to get them away from the house…NOW!

Yoongi’s POV

I smile involuntarily when I’m met at the door by Jimin, Tia, and the sweetest smell of caramel or vanilla. Fighting the urge to pounce, the scent, along with the boyshorts that hug Tia’s hips and thighs, is triggering something primal within me. I remember the distinct aroma from yesterday, but it is inebriating coming from outside to be consumed by it again. When I come in contact with her soft body as she rushes into my arms, I bury my face in her neck and strands of her hair tickle my cheek.

“YOONGI!”

She continues to squeal my name, pulling me into her even tighter. I’m not usually a fan of loud noises but the way she screams my name sends chills down my spine. Not even realizing that I’d begin to squeeze her tighter, I relax my fists to release her shirt from my grip and my grip on her.

“Geez,” she says lightheartedly, slowly pulling away. “I couldn’t breathe for a second there. Are you okay?”

I’m slightly embarrassed by the effect she has on me, or rather my inability to control myself. I reassure her that I’m fine and apologize while Jimin caresses her back and checks to make sure she’s okay. After a moment, she seems to speed walk her way back through the foyer and disappears into the kitchen.

FUCK! She must be pissed at me.

Before I can mentally spiral, Jimin is there to talk to me.

“Bro, breathe,” he says and I exhale a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

“I didn’t mean to hurt her. I don’t want to hurt her, I swear. It’s just-,” I try to explain before he finishes my sentence.

“It’s her scent. I know. I get it. We’ve all been there, I promise,” he reassures me, his hand on my shoulder. “It does get better with being around her more. Come on,” he says, leading me through the kitchen and into the living room where the other guys are. They all extend warm welcomes, taking turns coming to hug me. My heart feels so full, I could cry.

“Ahem,” I clear the lump from my throat, “what are you guys up to?”

I try to discreetly read Tia’s expression from where I’m standing. I watch while her eyes dart here and there, also, taking notice of her shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

I thought she was upset with me for hurting but she seems more tense than angry now. Anxious, even. Maybe I’m reading too much into it.

“Waiting for you to get here. Grocery run, remember?” Jungkook answers, then grabs his hoodie from the back of the couch and puts it on.

“Dang, he just got here,” Namjoon says to Jungkook, his sulking evident by his expression.

“I know! I feel the same way, but let's think of it this way,” Tia says. “The sooner they leave, the quicker they’ll be back, right?”

She stands on her tiptoes to kiss his lips which seems to appease him for now. Taehyung gathers his things, Tia passes out kisses to him, Jungkook and me, then we’re out the door.

Namjoon’s POV

I don’t know if Jimin noticed before he left to go to the dance studio, but Tia seems a bit on edge. Something ain’t right. I can tell that she’s trying to downplay it, but as I’ve mentioned before, I feel like I’ve known her forever. I know her little quirks, habits, and mannerisms. And right now, she seems rigid and tense…almost robotic.

“Little, you good?”

You would have thought I yelled at her by the way she flinches.

“Huh? Oh, sorry. I was in my head for a moment,” she tells me, which could be true. I understand that she’s still getting a handle on her gifts. I can’t imagine how she must be feeling trying to navigate that on top of all of the excitement surrounding our new living situation.

“I just asked if you are okay. You seem off.”

“I’m okay, really. I’m just a little tired, I guess. Do you want to nap with me?”

I agree, a little drowsy myself, and follow her upstairs. We snuggle up under the sprawling duvet and the bed seems even larger with just the two of us in it. Once in the middle, we cuddle up against each other, her tiny frame fitting perfectly with mine. When I feel her body fully relax and her breathing deepens, I’m able to succumb to my own tiredness, knowing that she’s safe in my arms.

Jimin’s POV

In the studio, I connect my phone to the speakers and play one of my playlists. I allow my body to move instinctively, no particular choreography in mind. Even though I’m enjoying how light and effortless my movements feel, my mind is congested with thoughts of Tia. I’m worried about her but decided to come down here to give her some space. I’m going to have to talk with my baby. I feel obligated to let her know that she’s terrible at hiding her feelings. As if on her sleeves, they can be seen in her movements, her touch, shit, even the way she squealed Yoongi’s name didn’t sound right.

I’m assuming the change within her has something to do with what she shared with me yesterday. It has to be. She said it was something she couldn’t go into detail about in order to protect us. I’m dying to know what she’s talking about, but I know that if she has to keep it close to her chest, it’s for a good reason. I just wish there was something I could do to help her. The thoughts are haunting, but I know better than to tell the others. I don’t want Tia to question her trust in me, and I would hate to have the guys feel like I am right now.

After dancing for nearly an hour, I’ve worked up quite an appetite. I take the initiative to place an order of different dishes from the spot we agreed on. They should deliver the food in approximately 30 minutes, which gives me enough time to dance for a few more minutes before I go up and shower.

Tia’s POV

And the Academy Award should go to me for the act I just put on, or so I thought until Namjoon questioned me. I feel slightly guilty, like I’m being deceptive, but I have to be in this case. I have to in order to save us all. I’ve been focusing on keeping my feelings inside and not transmitting to the guys this entire time.

When he believes I’m sleeping and dozes off himself, I wait until he’s snoring and in a deep sleep before I slink from under his arm and inch my way out of bed. With my phone in hand, once I’m downstairs, I dial the number the female detective had given me the night she and her partner interrogated me, Taehyung, and Jungkook in the bedroom.

She answers quickly with, “Detective Lopez.”

“Hi, Detective Lopez, this is Tia Monroe. I’m not sure if you remember me from the stalker case at 1959 Honeysuckle Terrace.”

“Of course. Yes, I remember you. You’re Officer Jeon’s girlfriend, right?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Of course. How may I help?”

Her friendly tone turns serious when I begin to give her the details I’ve acquired. Thankfully, she takes my word for it, maybe because of my relationship with Jungkook, and doesn’t press to know how I know these things. She pauses each time I say something of significance, repeating it in a whisper, letting me know that she’s writing down the important parts. She is just as relieved as I am to know that Jungkook is not here, understanding how hot-tempered he can be, especially when it comes to people he cares about.

“So, there are already units at his house looking for Tony, and the brother is coming for you right now?”

“I believe so, yes.”

“Got it. I’m on my way.”

After hanging up, I quickly take a peek outside from the balcony door, hoping that Jimin will be dancing for a little while longer. This has to play out just right so that we ALL survive.

Narrator POV

Tia hangs up the call with Detective Lopez and quickly makes her way to the balcony door. She is relieved that Jimin is not on his way back to the house and that Namjoon is upstairs sleeping soundly.

While walking the aisles, Jungkook, Taehyung, and Yoongi chat about nothing of relevance while placing things into the cart until Yoongi speaks up.

“Is it just me, or did Tia seem…different?”

“Holy fuck, I was literally thinking the exact same thing,” Taehyung answers, placing his things in while Yoongi pushes.

Jungkook feels it too but doesn’t say a word, now pissed at himself for not following his gut. Something seemed to be nagging at him, like a gnat in his ear, telling him to stay with her.

“Let’s finish,” he says, and they find themselves moving with haste, trying to grab everything on their lists. They try to ignore the uneasiness that rests between them, but they seem to have made a silent agreement to grab what they need and then get back to the house. It hasn’t even been an hour since the men left the house, but each minute feels like an eternity, knowing that something is off with Tia.

They finish up, check out, and rush to load their bagged items into the car. Taehyung shifts the car into drive, looking behind him to back out of the parking spot. Before he can press the accelerator, Yoongi touches his hand.

“Umm, you’re in drive,” he points out to the younger man.

“Fuck,” Taehyung says, his mind obviously somewhere else at the moment.

“Here, I’ll drive,” Jungkook offers before getting out from the backseat to switch seats with Taehyung.

After tying up all of the loose ends in Bangtan, Hoseok hops in his car, excited to head back home.

At this moment, a man can be seen walking toward the house, his construction boots leaving imprints as he walks through the grass. He doesn’t even have time to ring the bell when Tia opens the door, almost as if she’s expecting him.

Jungkook’s POV

Fuck, fuck, fuck! I knew something wasn’t right. I fucking knew!

The thought seems to be on a loop, repeating in my head, the only thing I can hear due to the silence among us. Yoongi’s foot taps against the floor at an unnatural speed as he’s staring out the passenger side window at nothing in particular. Taehyung seems to be on the verge of a panic attack, clearly out of it at the moment, his breathing is erratic with sporadic deep sighs. I can’t say that I blame these guys being that I’m sure I would have similar reactions if not for my training.

I must admit, I am taking advantage of that training at the moment, speeding and dodging in and out between the cars in traffic, relying on the security that my badge will afford me if pulled over. I wish my instincts as an officer would have convinced me to stay with Tia. I pray this gut feeling is wrong for once in my life.

Tia’s POV

“Twin, where have you been?”

I joke with the man at the door, even though my heart is pounding in my throat. And judging by his expression, he’s not really in a laughing mood.

“You think you’re really funny, don’t you?”

“I do, actually. Don’t you?”

“Bitch, I don’t even know where to start with you.”

“Excuse me? What the fuck did I do? What is happening?”

“You know what the fuck happened. Why are there cops at my fucking house? I know your hoe ass is behind it.”

“Whoa! What are you talking about? That’s your house. I ain’t got shit to do with what goes on in your home, sir,” I say, trying to act like my normal, sarcastic self.

“You know, don’t you?”

“Know what, Brandon? Matter of fact, why are you even here? What makes you feel as if it’s okay for you to pop up at my house unannounced, yet again, with the nerve to talk to me any kind of way?”

“You know that Tony is our little brother. Why else would you tip off your bitch ass boyfriend?”

“Yea, I know he’s your brother but I haven’t tipped anybody off about anything. And my boyfriend is far from a bitch.”

“Hmm,” he says, scratching at his beard. “I wonder what else you might know. Are you a witch? I heard stories about your whore of a great-great grandmother and how she seduced my great-great-grandfather with her tricks and spells. I see it runs in the family…black magic AND being a fucking slut.”

It’s no surprise that Brandon can be a dick, but I’ve never experienced him speaking to me this way. I must admit, I am caught off guard and I don’t feel that any vision could have prepared me for this.

“Brandon, you’re going to fucking far. You need to leave now.”

“Since you know every fucking thing, do you know who was texting you? Who was watching over you and protecting you? Do you know why your wine was extra delicious?”

I am just standing here, trying to read whatever is behind his eyes from this distance, which is making things even harder than usual. His questions cause the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end; my gut is telling me to dig deeper. Looking into his eyes, all I can see is evil and death.

“Protecting me? Wine? What are you talking about?”

“It was me. I’ve loved you from the first day we met—way before meeting you here. You remember, don’t you?” He speaks proudly as he admits this to me and seriously expects me to remember some previous encounter.

“Ummm,” I say as he’s taking steps towards me.

“At your old office. I remember it like it was yesterday. I’ve been checking on you ever since, only having to keep my distance so that I didn’t get caught or connected to Tony’s dumb ass.” He stops just at the threshold of the door as he continues to reminisce. “And I’m so sorry for what he did to you that one day. I had no idea he was talking about you when he asked me for dating advice. I should have just killed him then for hurting you. I’m so sorry,” he reaches out to touch my face and I pull away.

“Stop, Brandon. You need to go.”

“I’m not going no fucking where. Not until you admit that you feel the same way I do. I know you do. You always have. I can tell by the way you look at me. The way you smile at me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never looked at you any kind of way after we had that talk. I only remember you from when I hired you to do my renovations. Sure, we flirted in the beginning and did some senseless stuff, but we ended that. That’s how I met you and I don’t remember anything about us meeting before then. I only recently found out that you and Jason used to bring Tony to his appointments sometimes but we never met or spoke to each other for that matter.”

“So, you’re telling me that you don’t remember me? You haven’t missed me at all? Do you even love me? Do you not feel the way I do?”

“Brandon, what the fuck. No! No, I don’t. What about anything I’ve said are you not comprehending? I don’t love you and I never have. You mean nothing to me.”

“Stop calling me that,” he says, becoming increasingly upset as his face takes on a new shade of red.

“Stop calling you what? By your name? You are crazy and delusional, Brandon. It’s time for you to go.”

“I said don’t call me that. AND I’M NOT CRAZY!”

As if my last remark was the last straw, the man lunges at me, causing my body to slam against the hardwood floor, his body weight on me making the impact that much worse. I’m coughing while trying to catch my breath, having the wind knocked from my lungs. I’m trying to crawl away as he straddles my body, only for him to pull me back.

“You don’t know what I’m talking about, huh? Well, riddle me this…let’s see if you have an answer for this one. YOU SAY YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND, SO WHO THE FUCK ARE ALL THESE OTHER MEN COMING IN AND OUT OF HERE, YOU FUCKING SLUT? I HAVE SACRIFICED SO MUCH TO MAKE SURE YOUR DUMB ASS IS SAFE, BUT YOU’RE IN HERE LETTING ANY AND EVERYBODY CRAWL BETWEEN YOUR FUCKING LEGS. I’VE TRIED TO BE UNDERSTANDING BUT THE WAY YOU’RE ACTING RIGHT NOW IS LIKE YOU DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT ME. AND I’M HERE STILL TRYING TO FUCKING LOVE YOU.”

Profanity, obscenities, and spittle fly from between his clenched teeth to spray onto my face. I’m trying to wiggle and kick my way from under him, but my efforts are futile as I’m easily overpowered. Just as I’m able to get a full breath in, he wraps his thick, massive hands around my neck, cutting off my air supply. “Brandon,” I barely get out as I claw at the skin of his hands and can feel when my nails slice across the smooth, scarred skin on his left hand.

JASON!

I’m beginning to see spots floating in front of my eyes, my kicking and scratching is becoming noticeably weaker. I can feel myself on the verge of passing out, but suddenly I hear commotion coming from all sides. Everything seems to be going in slow motion and even though my ears are ringing, I hear the muffled voices of my loves, Jimin and Namjoon. I can feel their fear; their anger. Their footsteps sound like thunder, booming in my ears and there is another voice that I can’t place.

“HEY, STOP! GET OFF OF HER!”

Jason continues administering force and his surge of obscenities. “I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO CHASE SUCH AN UNDESERVING SLUT LIKE YOU. YOU’RE PROVING THE REPUTATION SURROUNDING YOUR FAMILY NAME TO BE TRUE. EVEN AFTER YOU TRIED TO SEDUCE MY BROTHERS, I STILL TRIED TO LOVE YOU. EVEN AFTER YOU IGNORED MY CALLS, TEXTS, AND ADVANCES. YOU’VE CONTINUED TO SHIT ON ME OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER,” he says the last part of his statement while applying more pressure as if to emphasize the words, tears falling from his face. “AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER, BUT THAT ALL ENDS TODAY. SAY HELLO TO YOUR MOTHER FOR ME,” he adds the last part with a smirk which is the last thing I see.

“CLOSE YOUR EYES,” the new voice yells.

I don’t know if I ever close my eyes or if I temporarily lose my vision as it begins to narrow, clouds of darkness moving in from the edges of my line of sight. Suddenly, there is a loud bang, then warm liquid and pieces of flesh splatter onto my face and into my hair. With the weight on my throat now gone, I gulp in oxygen. Jason collapses partially onto my legs as I continue to gasp for air and begin to cry, flailing in another attempt to get him off of me. Something hard is pressing against my shin, digging into my skin.

“Tia, don’t open your eyes, baby. Come on,” Namjoon says, and I feel him trying to pull me free while lifting the upper half of my body.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Jimin says, his voice coming from down below. I can feel Jason being rolled off of me.

“Go ahead,” the new voice instructs and Namjoon pulls me to my feet, then picks me up to cradle my body in his arms as my legs are much too weak to support myself.

I can hear sirens coming closer, tires screeching, then, the voices of my other men.

“TIA! TIA!” Taehyung’s voice follows us through the house.

“WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?” Yoongi is not far behind, obviously confused.

“FUCK!!!” I can tell that Jungkook is upset, which is understandable.

With my eyes still closed, Namjoon leads us to the living room where he begins to wipe my face with paper towels being handed to him. Someone else hands him a wet cloth that he wipes my eyes and mouth with, then switches back to paper towels. He repeats this process while the other person helps by running off to refresh the cloth with warm water. He removes my shirt and replaces it with a hoodie and I can smell Jungkook all over the fabric. Detective Lopez and other officers enter the room and I can hear her speaking with Jungkook and the shutter of a camera in the foyer. After a few moments, I can finally open my eyes and the light is blinding. I immediately fall into Namjoon’s arms, tears still forming in my eyes.

“It’s okay, Little. It’s okay.”

Detective Lopez comes over and gives her condolences, not for the dead, but for what I’ve had to endure. She asks me to recount what happened. I give her all the details I can think of right now, and she’s very empathetic to how I’m feeling.

“I can imagine that what you’ve just gone through and what you’ve had to deal with for the past few months is traumatizing. Get some rest. Please, reach out if you remember anything else.”

“Check the truck. You’ll find evidence to connect him with Tony there,” I tell her. She pauses for a slight moment before writing it down and whispers something to a uniformed officer.

“Thank you for your help. Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.”

She goes to get statements from the guys and Namjoon leaves me for a moment to give his. I look over to see Hoseok in the crowd, unsure of when he arrived due to the chaos. The shock and concern are evident in his expression. Jungkook comes over to take Namjoon’s place, his brows furrowed confirming his anger.

“Jungkook, I-,” I begin but he cuts me off.

“Nuh uh. Not now,” he just hugs me, not wanting to hear an explanation or anything right now.

I don’t know how much time has passed, everything feels surreal and moments seem to drag along. Finally, the commotion dies down and all of the officers have gone, leaving only us and the cleaners to do their thing. Namjoon leads me up to our room and into the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, I look at him and can see blood splatter on his shirt and when I try to look down at his pants, he doesn’t let me, pulling my face to look at him. The tears return as I begin to sob into my hands, covered by the long sleeves of Jungkook’s hoodie.

“Shh shh shh,” he tries to comfort me. “It’s over now, Little. I got you.”

He strips me of my clothes before he shuffles out of his own, then the sound of a trash bag rustling gets closer. Jimin opens the door to collect our soiled clothing, then he closes it again without a word

We step into the shower and allow the warm water to wash over us. In silence, Namjoon rubs at my skin with just water to remove any spray and residue before leaning my head back to rinse my hair in the same manner. He washes my hair several times before he uses my facial and body washes to cleanse me from head to toe to fingertips.

While I can assume what just happened, due to limited vision during the incident as well as in my spiritual vision, I’m not in a place to talk about it. Not right now. I need to sit with this to allow my mind and spirit to catch up, so I’m thankful Namjoon is quietly focused on cleaning me up. I take this time to transmit that thought to everyone else and I know it’s received when Namjoon quietly says, “Okay.”

A/N:

Damn, Tia is going through it! ��‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 Did you expect this to happen to her? What are your thoughts? Let me know in the comments!

Thanks, again, to @downbad4yoongi for beta reading this chapter!

#joonslfttiddie #bangtanwhq #ambw #bts fanfction #bts fanfic #bts smut #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoesok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #black protagonist #haunted house #bts #reincarnated lovers #reverse harem

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songliili · 4 months

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2023 writing roundup

i was tagged by @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @rockyroadkylers!

i feel like i've spent my whole year writing, but i also know that i've spent months without doing it so i can't say how much it was month by month. but i posted three fics this year so like. that's an achievement!

let's see what we got.

January:

the great dean court off - Supernatural, 21.8k, M (chapter update) [someday i will finish it, i promise]

Of all the things Dean expected to find when he came back from the bathroom break, a folded piece of paper with "hey, if you’re not gay, my friend thinks you’re cute. here’s her number 316-557-9608 (and if you’re gay, here’s mine 316-997-2018)" written on, was not it. - Or the one where Dean organises a dating contest because he's bi and can't decide between two options.

September:

I Had Some Time (With You) - Supernatural, 23.9k, E

It's 2005 when things go to hell. Well. They go to hell for everyone except Dean, ‘cause he was ready for it. Well. He was ready for the apocalypse, not for the gorgeous man who fell into his life, quite literally. OR A Destiel rewrite of Bill and Frank's love story as shown on HBO's The Last of Us episode 3: Long Long Time that uses elements of both universes.

November:

we all have a hunger - RWRB, 22.9k, E

Alex’s journey of self discovery started one random night five years ago, when he was scrolling his favorite porn website to relax after midterms. He chose a video with the preview of two guys in the threesome category, thinking nothing of it, and came so hard he thought he was going to pass out. The threesome didn’t happen, the girl just sat there looking at the two guys going at it, just like Alex did. After that night, saying that the tall, blond and gorgeous actor with a fucking sinful shoulder to waist ratio didn’t do it for him was a complete lie, so maybe, maybe, Alex could be excused when he freezes up when said man - even more tall, blond and gorgeous in real life - stretches a hand toward him and says “I’m Henry, Pez’s ‘best mate of honor’, as he says.” with his perfectly infuriating British accent. — OR: Henry is a porn star, Alex is a fan.

December:

Fill My Stocking - RWRB, 6k, E

Alex has spent the past fifteen minutes talking with David about his favourite treats. Not that the dog answered, but Alex was undeterred and kept going, uncaring that Henry had asked him to give him an hour and then he’d join him in hanging up fairy lights and mistletoe everywhere. Very well. If Alex wants Henry’s attention, he'll have it. It's probably not what Alex thought he’d accomplish with his little scheme, but it's a compromise between Henry's needs and Alex's wants, and that's all that can be done. OR: Alex wants some attention and Henry has to get creative.

Upcoming in 2024:

part 2 of the pornstar verse (title undecided):

picks up the day after the ending of part one, it's alex's first christmas in london

Like Father, Like Son:

alex is a horse trainer and has a crush on arthur fox. he's the trainer on set for arthur fox's new movie (a queer western). his son, henry fox, visits the set and well. alex is fucked.

I hope you don't mind. (part 3 of the pornstar verse):

henry's bad days and how alex helps him go through them

Other things I hope I manage to put out next year (or at least start writing):

Your body is the Sistine Chapel:

what if dean was as tattooed as he was supposed to be? which tattoos would he get? for whom would he get them?

untitled airbnb fic:

alex travels to london as a reward for finishing college, and henry is his airbnb host whose dog likes alex a little too much.

untitled mandalorian!alex fic:

alex is the mandalorian, david is grogu. that's all i have for now.

untitled scarlet witch!henry/sword agent!alex fic:

inspired by this tweet. i have nothing more than this to give you atm.

i posted 62.406 words this year, and written many more. i'm fairly new to writing, so this is a real accomplishment for me. my biggest goal was to post a fully finished chaptered fic, and i did! then i started a series, and wrote something shorter than 7k, and i have so many ideas for future fics that i genuinely don't know where to start. i hope i manage to post at least a couple next year!

tagging: @affectionatelyrs @firenati0n @absoluteaudacitywrites @gayrootvegetable @leojfitz @anincompletelist @ssmtskw @littlemisskittentoes @cactusdragon517 @read-and-write- and everyone else that wants to join!

#tag game #writing roundup #spn #supernatural #rwrb #red white and royal blue #fan fiction #songliili writes

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tazdrgaoneyetagain · 8 months

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johnwickb1tsch · 5 months

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The Night Nurse - Ch 5

A John Wick x Helen Fic

When nurse Helen Morgan is caught in the crossfire of a shootout and aids the injured John Wick, she’s faced with two options: serve the High Table, or be executed as a Witness. She tells herself her choice to work at the Continental has everything to do with survival, and excellent pay, and *not* her growing feelings for the Tall, Dark, and Handsome Assassin™ who got her into this mess in the first place, thank you very much. �� Masterlist / Chapter Map │

Not for the first time, when rest finally found him John’s sleeping brain wove hazy dreams of watching from the depths of the shadows a svelte chestnut-haired woman gathering flowers by a riverside.

This time, they were daisies.

Inexorable as the fall of night, when he swept her up in his arms she dropped them, leaving a pile of innocent white flowers where she had been. As though she knew it had been inevitable, she did not struggle, did not even scream as he dragged her down into his dark embrace.

He woke with a start and the fragments of a poem scrolling through his sleep-slowed brain. I snatched you from the meadow, my lovely lady of the spring.

He might have said it aloud, for Helen, still folded in his arms, stirred from beneath his chin. He felt her wake, and knew there would be no silently slipping from the bed and pretending he had not spent the night tangled with her in fevered dreams.

“Good morning,” she whispered against the stubble of his throat, her nose nuzzling against the underside of his jaw.

God, but this was exquisite torture.

“Morning,” he answered, his voice rough from sleep, wondering how they were going to extricate themselves without incident. It would take so little, to shift just so, and slant his mouth over hers. Parts of his body already thought that was a splendid idea. It did not help when she groaned softly, snuggling closer.

“You’re so warm. I don’t want to get up.”

Then stay here, forever. He prevented himself from saying it aloud by the skin of his teeth.

“You…don’t have to.”

She sighed, and her breath against his skin made his body come alive with awareness of her pressed against him. It took every iota of his self-control to remain still, to not grab her up the way he did in his darkest dreams.

Sunlight streamed through the window. It was well past seven. Helen reached back to the nightstand to check her phone, and was relieved to find it blank. “God, it’s a good thing no one needed me. I was sleeping so soundly I don’t think I would have woken.”

John would have, he knew. He barely slept, and lightly, when he did. Though whether he would have been able to bring himself to tell her, which would have led to her vacating his arms, was a whole other matter.

“Did you sleep well?” She seemed worried, for some reason, as though holding her had not equated to possibly the best night of his life to date.

“Very.”

She tilted her head to regard him, as though she wasn’t sure he was telling the truth. In the end she reached up to touch his cheek lightly. This was it, he thought. This was how he died. The Baba Yaga, asphyxiated by longing. “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

She disentangled herself without further ado, a thing of which he found he was grateful for, even while mourning the loss of it. She stretched, looking absently out the window. “What now?”

“We can get dressed, go down for a bite of breakfast. Talk to Winston. You have things here?”

“Yes, in my room.” Her presence at the Continental was so valued that she’d been given her own little space in the building. It was more of a glorified closet than a room, but it was cozy, with enough room to nap, bathe, and store some things. Though she technically still had an apartment in Brooklyn, she hadn’t spent much time there lately. “I’ve never actually eaten breakfast in the dining room here.”

“It’s worth doing at least once. My treat.” He had more gold coins than he could possibly spend in a lifetime. The thought of using them to feed her made him happier than maybe it should have.

She opened her mouth as though to argue, but then seemed to think better of it. “God, you’re sweet.”

The way she looked at him did not help his morning problem in the least.

“Don’t tell anyone,” he deadpanned, winning a smile that spread sunshine in his heart. He was such a goner.

“Who would I tell?” With a sparkle in her eye she went to the bathroom. Relieved for a moment alone to collect himself, John sat up, and tried to think of things that would curb his morning enthusiasm. He suspected she knew very well, and had taken mercy on him.

***

Assassins, as a rule, were not morning people. As a result the dining room was not terribly crowded. Marcus sat in a far corner, his arm in a sling, and saluted John and Helen with a demitasse espresso cup from afar.

However, a different, far more unpleasant sight, had caught John’s attention. Dressed respectfully in a nice dove-gray suit, his white shirt open at the collar, sat Mikail Ivanovich Medvedev, chatting pleasantly with Winston at the manager’s personal table.

Helen’s step hitched as she recognized him from across the room. John assured her with a hand at the small of her back. “Don’t show weakness now,” he advised under her breath, and his heart swelled with pride as she lifted her chin and kept walking.

The whole dining room was watching.

Winston greeted as they approached his table, “Good morning, Jonathan. Good morning, Helen.”

“Good morning, Winston,” she answered warily.

John stood beside her, a silently seething dark tower.

Mikhail looked fresh as a rose after a night of partying. Goddamn kids. He had the gall to smirk up at John, and it took every iota of self-control he possessed not to shoot the little fucker in his smug little mouth.

The brat prince dared turn his attention away from the biggest threat in the room, to the woman beside him. “Good morning, Miss Helen.”

Helen paused in her response, weighing the gravity of the situation, and her own place in it. Such is always the case in these things, as she knew all too well. Was it worth it to rock the boat with accusations? Would she be believed? Would she lose her job? All valid questions and fears.

Finally, she settled for a cool, “Is it?”

Mikhail offered an apologetic smile that fooled no one. “I was just telling Winston that I fear there may have been a misunderstanding last night. I find you very beautiful, and I only wanted to talk to you. Please forgive me, if any offense was given.”

All parties recognized this for what it was. Like a seasoned politician, or any CEO caught out in a potentially damning encounter, the prince sought to control the narrative of the event, even though she knew, and he knew, and John knew, and probably even Winston knew, the truth of what he’d attempted the night before.

John didn’t realize he’d begun to move until Helen’s hand latched onto his arm with an iron grip. She stood tall and kept her composure, but he could feel the tremors running through her bones.

Next Helen looked to Winston. “I know that I’m new here, sir. What happens, when a guest offers violence to an employee of the Continental?”

The older man’s lips twitched in a smile for the wisdom in this move. She was keeping her cool, and delivering the blade quietly to the boy’s ribs as silent as the best assassin. “He—or she—would be declared Excommunicado, my dear. It is a death sentence.”

“And I hope we can agree that nonconsensual…contact is a form of violence?”

Everything hung on Winston’s answer. Was violence against women really violence that counted? Since time immemorial, it had been an inexplicable point of debate, with men in power usually voting no. Society was finally catching up to the fact. Did things move so quickly within these walls?

With a gracious nod of his head, bless him, Winston answered, “Of course.”

Helen concealed her relief like a pro, acting as though she knew the answer all along. Clever girl, thought John, even while he still wanted to murder the impertinent little shit.

Helen turned back to Mikhail, her head held high as a queen’s. “Then I think we can all agree, you have been warned.”

The young man narrowed his eyes for a telling moment, despising being outmaneuvered by a woman. But quickly he schooled his expression, nodding much as Winston had. “Of course, of course. As I said, an unfortunate misunderstanding. Perhaps you will allow me to make it up to you someday.” Outside the Continental, rang unsaid, and John’s expression turned quietly thunderous. He spoke low, leaning in slightly, his tone pure ice. “If anything ever happens to her on the outside. Anything. A fucking paper cut. I will find you accountable.”

“Relax, Mr. Wick. She is a grown woman. This is the 21st century. I’ll bet she can handle herself.” He punctuated the last while looking Helen up and down, a look so blatantly sexual even Winston flinched.

“Oh boy,” hissed Helen under her breath, her grip tightening on John. She’d seen him in action precisely once, and it was enough. She knew how quickly the assassin could launch himself on Mikhail and deliver several lethal blows. It could all go down in the blink of an eye. Ironically, no matter the extenuating circumstances, it would be a death sentence for John, not Mikhail. “Let’s go, John. I’m hungry, let’s get a table.”

John Wick, however, did not move a muscle. She couldn’t budge him, as he glared daggers down at the Medvedev Bratva prince. After ten seconds that felt like ten eternities, the corner of John’s mouth ticked. “Be seeing you, Mishka.” He turned his back on the young man, signaling that he didn’t find him a threat, and offered Helen his elbow. Though she’d already had a death grip on him, she was relieved to shift positions, hooking her arm in his and letting him lead her to a table in the back against the wall.

Calm as you please, he pulled out a chair for her. “What is a mishka?” she asked in a hushed tone as she sat.

Mishka was a derivative of Mikhail, but it had other diminutive connotations.

“A teddy bear,” answered John.

“Sick burn.”

Only then, looking into Helen’s lovely eyes, did the corner of his mouth tick upwards.

“It worked though.”

Helen glanced across the dining room, finding the young man glaring daggers their way. Winston had excused himself, and the mafiya prince was speaking sharply to his two heavies from the night previous. They nodded to their boss’s instructions, and made to leave, shooting hard looks over at John as they crossed the floor.

“John…” She reached for his hand on the table, but stopped short just before making contact with his skin. “You don’t have to escalate this for me. I should be safe now.”

It was John who moved that last quarter inch, just barely touching her hand. That small contact was like sticking his finger in an electrical socket. This woman would be the death of him.

“You should have been safe here all along. I’m sor—”

He cut himself short when she interjected with a high-pitched humming sound, censoring his apology. It was becoming a thing with them.

“Well, I am,” he insisted, opening his menu for something to do. “And that little fucker deserves more than a slap on the wrist for this shit.” Like, a bullet to the head, John mused. Maybe after he broke both the kid’s arms.

“Has he…have you heard, of him hurting other women?”

Immediately John knew where she was going with this train of thought. It wasn’t enough that she’d almost been hurt. But if he was hurting others, she just might give the green light to waste Mikhail.

Tempting as it was to embellish what he knew, John told her the truth as best he knew it. “The Medvedevs run several clubs that are always stocked with girls fresh from the Eastern Bloc.”

“They’re…pimps?”

“Among other things.”

“That explains a lot.” She read her menu for a few seconds before asking, “How do the Tarasovs make their money?”

“Gambling, guns, cars, drugs…”

“Not exploiting women?”

John sighed, knowing this could lead nowhere good. Viggo Tarasov had his sticky fingers in many pies. All the crime bosses did. Diversification, and all that. “Honestly? Probably. That side of the business isn’t my business.”

But it was where his money came from. He knew Helen would connect the dots, and he knew, just knew, in the marrow of his bones, that she wouldn’t look at him the same ever again. It hurt worse than a bullet to the gut, or a blade between the ribs. He watched her out the corner of his eye, watched as she shook her head minutely, her eyes on the menu but not seeing the words.

“I just don’t understand what you’re doing with these people, John. How…”

“I never really had a choice,” he told her. He wasn’t defensive about it. Just resigned. “I know that doesn’t excuse me. I meant what I said before. I’m not a good man.”

Her grip on his hand tightened, almost painfully squeezing his fingers. Her nails dug into his hand. He didn’t think she even realized, and he let her. He would let her hurt him as much as she wanted, if it made her feel better, somehow.

“But…how?”

John looked up, finding himself lost in those bright caramel-colored eyes. After everything she’d been through this morning, that was the thing that filled them with tears. He was the thing that hurt her the most.

“If you really want to know, I’ll tell you,” he answered quietly. “Just…not here.”

“Okay.”

It was a superhuman feat to tear himself from her gaze, glaring down at the menu like it owed him money. “The eggs benedict is really good here. They make it with lobster.”

“Okay.” She didn’t sound like she was much interested in food anymore, and he hated himself so much for it. For all of this, but most of all, for his weakness. On the steps of this very hotel, he should have resisted the compassion of the one person who had ever seemed to care if he lived or died, and sent her away. He never should have brought her into his world.

They gave their order to the tattooed waitress, and sat back in their booth. It wasn’t long before coffee arrived, black for him, and a cappuccino for her. “Fuckboy is still staring at us,” grumbled Helen, taking a sip of foam.

Indeed, Mikhail Ivanovich sat alone, eating what looked like steak and eggs, and glaring their way.

“Nothing better to do, I guess,” mused John, resisting the urge to salute him with his coffee.

“I almost feel like we should at least give him something to look at,” said Helen, turning towards John with a mischievous glint in her eye. Just like that, he marveled, the storm clouds had lifted from her mood.

John lifted an eyebrow, a flood of desire ambushing him in a rush that raised the hairs all over his body. He deserved a medal, he decided, for keeping his cool, with this beautiful woman making suggestions beside him. Now off duty, she wore a forest green off-the-shoulder sweater that did devastating things to her appearance, and his ability to keep his eyes on her face.

“Yeah?” At the moment, it was the only word he could manage. The rest got caught in his throat somewhere, maybe along with his good sense, and maybe his dignity too.

She turned a little more towards him in the booth, curling her leg under.

“Want to make him jealous?”

More than anything, he thought to himself, because he knew what she was suggesting. He could not stop himself from looking at her mouth, those lush, full lips he so longed to kiss. And yet…and yet. The whole room was watching them, hoping for a spectacle, expecting violence but ready to settle for something salacious. John Wick, to his chagrin, was always a subject of interest to the gossips in the Underworld. Throw in the gorgeous new Nurse and something interesting was bound to happen.

He resented the idea of turning their first kiss into a spectacle for these people’s enjoyment, even if it would blow Mikhail’s top.

Jesus, what are you, sixteen?

“I fully intend to,” he finally answered. “When you leave here, with me.”

This answer didn’t seem to disappoint. She tilted her head to look at him, biting her lip as she considered his words, those eyes shining like high-polished mahogany. He allowed himself another glance at her mouth—he wanted to bite her lip too, and the thought was supremely unhelpful.

“I’m looking forward to spending the day with you, John.”

She could have knocked him over with a feather.

“Likewise. Though you might change your mind, after we do some training.”

She pressed her lips, like she was suppressing a smile. “Are you a mean instructor?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never instructed anyone.”

“Aww, I’m your first?”

The sparkle in her eyes was like a punch to the gut.

She had no idea.

“Yeah.”

The waitress saved him from further embarrassing himself, arriving with two plates of gourmet breakfast food. John secretly enjoyed watching Helen eat more than his own meal. Helen relished every bite of her eggs benedict, closing her eyes as the flavor spread over her tongue.

“This might be the best meal I’ve ever had.”

“It’s not bad. Only the Continental in Paris does better.”

“Wow. I can’t imagine.” It made him think about that day on the subway, when she’d shrugged off the fact that she’d accepted she wouldn’t get to go anywhere, or see anything, because of the various circumstantial constraints in her life. He wanted to take her everywhere she wanted to go, and feed her everything she wanted to eat. Paris. Rome. London. Tokyo too.

“We’ll go, sometime,” he said before he could stop himself. There you go, running your fucking mouth, he scolded himself. It didn’t matter that he meant every word.

Again, she bit her lip, though this time there was something fragile in her eyes. “Careful, Mr. Wick. You’ll get my hopes up.”

A heavy moment passed, as they looked into each other’s eyes, their food forgotten.

John knew two things: he'd officially lost his mind, and, he wanted to give her everything. “Would you like me to give you a Marker?” he asked with the subtle lift of one eyebrow.

“What’s a Marker?”

“A promise of a favor, sealed in blood.”

She made a face, wrinkling up her nose. It was impossibly adorable. “Are you serious?”

“As the grave.”

She laughed, and just like that, the heavy tension lifted from between them. “God, you Underworld guys are so dramatic!”

Her mirth was infectious. He caught himself smiling, wide, in plain view of the whole dining room of the Continental.

“You have to admit it leaves an impression.”

“I suppose so.” She propped her chin on her hand, regarding John with a warmth in her eyes that was utterly lethal. He really would give her anything, when fixed with that look. “But I would prefer you keep your blood inside your body. You lose enough of it on accident as it is.”

“I appreciate that.”

“Hmm.”

When at last they were ready to go, John left a gold coin on the table, and they exited at their leisure, pretending all the eyes in the dining room weren’t upon them. Tongues would wag. With his hand nestled at the small of this woman’s back, her eyes shining as she looked over to grant him one of those so sweet assassin-felling smiles, John decided he didn’t give a fuck.

Mikhail’s icy glare was cold as the depths of Russian winter, and John couldn’t help but feel some satisfaction in that, even if he had a bad feeling this was all going to blow up later. The Medvedev prince was not a man who was used to not getting his way. Teddy bear boy can shove it where the sun don’t shine.

John had killed for reasons so much less that the woman beside him. If Mikhail pushed him, he would find out the hard way how the Boogeyman got his name.

<<Chapter 4 Chapter 6>>

Footnote: This is Mishka Bear 😂 The Olympic mascot. A cultural icon...

#john wick #john wick x helen #keanu reeves #john wick fic #helen wick #john wick the night nurse #john wick x helen fic

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Hi! I've been reading a lot of your naruhina fic recs (+ lost and found and ofc your own naruhina fics). You're one of those people who introduced me to the naruhina rabbit hole (which I've completely forgotten since 2018 where I started pinning for this OTP). Idk if this was asked already but can you recommend me some Naruhina Hanahaki Au or stories where Hinata is sick/ Hinata is struggling with her one sided love with Naruto? Whatever works for you would be fine but I love reading more hanahaki au of Naruhina where Hinata struggles to hide her pain towards Naruto or something... It's a lot of fun to read them (tho seriously I'm not good with some heavy angst but still :P). Thank you! I seriously love your stories (tho I haven't read ALL of them but still!), you are one of those great Naruhina Author and Influencer (lol!) in Tumblr.

Hello! I'm glad that you're enjoying the fanfic recs!!!!!! I've spent hours on answering those 😅. Also, I'm honored to be one of the ones to introduce you to this rabbit hole?! And that you enjoy my fics!!!! 💖💖💖 You're laying the praise on thick here...going so far as to say "influencer" doesn't sound right...I feel more like an "observer" tbh who sometimes posts stuff. I have yet to see anyone actually "influenced" by me.

Someone has asked this before, so I'll copy-paste because it's the same still:

The only other NaruHina hanahaki au that I know of is

🌻 “Sunflowers” by @happyocelot - Rated T, Canon-Divergent AU, One-shot. Hinata had a theory. Sunflowers needed warmth and light and brightness to grow, naturally orienting themselves to the sun. Sunflowers would burst forth from her lungs only in the presence of this one person, the embodiment of warmth and light and brightness. They never came out when she was cold and sad and gloomy. Only around him. The conclusions were obvious. 🌻

It's not really angsty, though. It's a different take on hanahaki from my fic.

And, within Naruto fandom in general, this SasuSaku fic inspired me, had me vibrating on it for a week, then sent me on a year-long rollercoaster ride after I read it:

🌸 “Medicine” by @grimmjowkurosakidrake - Rated T, Canon-Divergent AU, Two-shot. Sasuke falls sick on love and there’s no cure. 🌸

If anyone knows of other Hanahaki AUs within Naruto fandom, doesn’t have to be NaruHina for me, show me the GOOD STUFF.

And you can scroll through my #naruhina angst fanfic rec posts to find fics where Hinata's struggling with unrequited love.

Within Hinata's one-sided love, I think these are the angstiest:

“Girl No 10″ by meeiwen - Rated M, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Naruto makes a mistake with a dancer one drunk night. Years later when he meets her again, he begins realizing his perfect life is a lie, but he’s too late to fix it. Angst if you want to know what dying feels like warning.

“A Fate Worse than Death” by Caelestia - Rated M for smut, ABO Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Naruto, improperly socialized and traumatized as a child, rejects his inner Alpha, which has devastating consequences on his family and marriage. “A Risky Bet” is its fluffier follow-up.

“The Ring that Binds” by softwind - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Naruto and Hinata are married. So why is Naruto calling “Sakura” in his sleep?

“Mistake” by Cherry1315 - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Naruto falls apart, and, unfortunately, Hinata has to pick up the pieces.

“Jitters” by ncfan - Rated T, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. He has her heart but he doesn’t even know it. “The Red Umbrella” by ncfan - Rated G, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. As the rain hits her, Hinata thinks about what she doesn’t have, and what she’ll never have now.

#anon #naruhina fanfic recs #naruhina angst #naruhina hanahaki au

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Ask game answers. I’ll put a below the cut thing because I don’t want to force anyone to read or scroll past my blocks of texts of they’re just scrolling for fun pictures in any of the tags. However if you ARE interested in Lucifer-centric angst fics PLEASE consider giving my Ao3 fanfiction “What Time Is It?” a shot! _______________________

3 - Tell me about one of your fics you think is underrated/underappreciated.

Okay, not a Hazbin Hotel or Luci fic (go figure I’ve only posted two and both are pretty well liked) but a Voltron one (again, go figure, the onky other thing I have publish. At least on Ao3). It’s one of the one-shots I have in my collection fic (probably why it’s under-appreciated). It’s called “Notice Me” and I won’t go into too much detail b/c this is definitely NOT the fanbase for it, but basically it’s just some yummy angst, pining, and just Lance feeling like shit after months of being ragged on. With a delicious little panic attack that I had lots of fun writing (there’s nothing wrong with me I swear—)

16 - Is there a type of fic you would never write?

Hmmm… that’s a good question. Definitely nothing that’s like… the really taboo shit like incest or M!preg (sorry y’all I am NOT in the Lucifer birthed Charlie train). Also will probably not, as of right now, ever write a Lucifer ship fic with any canon characters (expect MAYBE Lilith, but even then it won’t be the focus). It’s just… NONE of his ships appeal to me (maybe b/c I just want him so bad but I didn’t say that). And obviously angst is where I live so I probably wouldn’t write anything super smutty. I’ll read it any day of the week, but I’ll stay in my little bubble of giving Lucifer a million mental breakdowns tyvm!

29 - What's your most popular fic?

Gee. I wonder:

30 - What do you struggle with most when writing?

Hmmm… this is a good question. I think there are a couple main things.

One, trying to fulfill the wishes of my ducklings while also not taking forever w/ certain plotlines. Obviously I’m not gonna please everyone all the time, but I try to include requests pretty soon after I read them if I don’t have a specific plan for them to show up in the future (B/c otherwise I WILL forget).

Two, sometimes motivation is a real bitch man. I’ll have all these ideas floating around, then open my fic and realize I can do ANY of that yet because I’ve gotta finish writing this specific part that I’m stuck on how to make it flow right. Also this is gonna sound weird but sometimes I think I straight up zone out while writing. Like if I’m bored, I’ll write and convince myself that everything I just put on the page was trash B/c I didn’t absorb any of it.

Three, proof-reading. I love it and hate it. I need to do it B/c if you’d SEEN some of the whack ass typos I’ve made you’d been pointing, laughing, stomping me into the dirt. But it also takes so much time. It’s much better in the tummy angsty chapters where I’m genuinely excited to read through it again. I’m always so worried about my lacing in certain scenes, whether it’s too fast, too slow, etc. Though, I have noticed, I am a LOT easier on myself when I proof-read in the morning or afternoon as opposed to at night. Which is a little strange but whatever.

32 - What's a fic you'd love to write, but probably never will?

Oooo… there are a LOT of like… ‘head fanfictions’ that have been kicking around up here for YEARS that I know I’ll never get around to B/c like… ugh. Here are a few that are Lucifer/Hazbin Hotel based:

Cast of HH reacts to the show fic. Okay, call me cringe but I actually eat those types of fics up and there is NONE out there. I just want people to react to how BAD Lucifer’s living and mental situation is right now and coddle him, is that so bad? But I know I never will because those kinds of fics take SO! MUCH! WORK!

When I’m not thinking of this fic, there’s this other general concept that gets rolled around with Lucifer basically like… sacrificing himself for both Heaven and Hell in front of like… everyone. He lives in the end b/c like they all cliché stand in a circle and sing and their ‘good’ energy comes together to help him. But like it basically gets heaven and everyone to see him in a new light and realize just how much he ISN’T the monster he’s been pained to be. And what rlly hurts is me imagining his ‘last words’ to be something like: “I didn’t fuck it up this time.” Because. You know. Angst.

OOOO and one where like… it’s set somewhere in the future where Heaven is actually being nice and giving the Hazbin Hotel a chance. Multiple sinners have been redeemed at this point and the angels are down in hell having like a celebration at how far things have come. Lucifer feels both jealous that HE will never get that chance, and just absolutely hates himself because like ALL THESE SINNERS got the chance to go back, but he’s too horrible of a person to be able to have that forgiveness. Lots of feels that I actually DON’T wanna say too much about B/c after WTiI is finished I may want to try and make this happen. I’m only putting it under THIS ask because… u know… I have no clue where my headspace will be if/when WTiI does reach its final chapter. ________________

Thank you for sending in the asks! These were so fun to respond to!

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Dr. Laufeyson

Chapter 9 - Inapt thoughts

Warnings etc: Loki x female reader au where Lokis a therapist, therapy, flashbacks, smut?, swearing, mentions of past trauma later in the fic including abuse both physically and sexually - not explicit detail, 18+. PLEASE tell me if I ever leave anything out x

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“Harderrr!” You screamed, face contorted in pleasure as Dr Laufeyson thrusted into you as you bent over the desk in the corner of his room. He continued entering you, leaning down to place a kiss on the nape of your neck.

“You feel so good, perfect.” He grunted, snaking an arm around you as his fingers found your clit.

“I’m so closeee don’t stoppp.” You begged, feeling your climax quickly approaching.

“Cum for me like a good girl.” He ordered.

“Fuck.” You exhaled, your orgasm hitting you as you held your vibrator in one hand and your phone in the other, looking at Dr Laufeysons WhatsApp picture as the scenario you had imagined came to an end. You knew it was wrong, utterly untoward but he was just so damn sexy and he had given you his private number plus he didn’t want you engaging in any sex. What other choice did you have? You wondered if that rule extended to sex with him. Laughing to yourself at the thought, you put your vibrator down as well as your phone before heading to the bathroom.

Once you were back, you flung yourself on your bed, feeling tired before unlocking your phone. It was still on Dr Laufeysons picture and you felt a strange feeling of embarrassment and guilt flood you as you looked at it as if he could see you. Clicking off of it, you looked at your recent chats, one being Bucky who still hadn’t contacted you since last night. You wondered if you should have contacted him first but after typing and deleting a hey, you decided you’d just leave it for now. Instead, you found yourself on Instagram, scrolling through the endless selfies of people pretending to be happy. Clicking on one thing lead you to another and then another and before you knew it, you were staring wide eyed at a picture of a girl wearing an engagement ring as well as Curtis in the picture with the caption

I said yes 🥰💍

You felt your throat begin to tighten as tears brimmed in the corners of your eyes. You couldn’t for the life of you figure out what it was that was upsetting you. The fact that Curtis had moved on or the fate of the poor girl. Curtis may have been posing as the nice guy but you knew him, truly knew him. It wasn’t fair. You zoomed into the picture at their expressions. It wasn’t fair! Curtis had a huge smile plastered over his face whilst you were left feeling hollow and broken. How was it that he was allowed to move on after everything he had put you through. Why was it that you couldn’t find your happy ending. You wiped away some of the tears that had fallen down your face before your silent tears turned to sobs. It wasn’t fair. Poor girl, poor you.

You scrolled through your contacts looking for Bucky’s number, wanting someone you could whine to, someone who’d tell you to stop being silly, someone who’d hold you but as soon as you found his number, you thought back to Dr Laufeysons words.

“So it seems that you depended on Bucky quite a lot then?”

He was right. The first sign of trouble and you were quick to seek Bucky’s company. It wasn’t fair on him. It wasn’t fair that you relied on him so much as emotional support without even caring to ask how he felt. Instead, you put your phone down as you cried to yourself remembering you and Curtis’ toxic relationship. All the horrible things he made you endure.

“When I found out that my free afternoon had been booked, I was surprised to see that it was by you.” Dr Laufeyson smiled, pouring a glass of water before walking towards you and placing it on the table beside you.

“My bastard ex is engaged.” You replied, eyes running over his attire as you thought about all the ways in which his tie could be used to bound and gag you.

“I’m sorry.” He answered solemnly.

“He’s not dead.” You joked “just happy.”

“Which is worse?” He queried, slightly knitting his brows as if to gauge your expression.

“Well I’m not. Why is it that he gets to be happy whilst I’m here still hurting?” You sighed “it’s just not fair.”

“Life often isn’t.” He murmured seemingly to himself.

“Nope.” You agreed, sipping the water.

“What about your friend? Have you made up with him?” He asked.

“No, we haven’t spoken to each other.” You answered, putting the glass back down.

“Hence the session today.” He smiled as you nodded “I gave you my personal number so that you wouldn’t have to spend an extortionate amount of money coming here just to sit in silence unless of course you feel you’re ready to talk, properly talk.”

“So I can call you whenever I want?” You smirked, leaning closer towards him.

“Whenever.” He answered with his own smile, also leaning closer to you.

“But only to talk about inutile things.” You added, biting your lip seductively. The doctors gaze quickly flicked from your eyes, down to your lips where they lingered for a few moments. “Maybe I’ll call you tonight then.” You grinned causing him to snap from whatever daze he was in as he quickly sat back again.

“It’s to be used in emergencies only.” He said, clearing his throat.

“And if my emergency was that my bath was overflowing and I was getting all wet, would I call you to come and rescue me?” You teased.

“Y/n.” He spoke warningly.

“Only in emergencies, got it.” You huffed, sitting back in your chair too. “Are we allowed to meet up out of here?” You asked, gesturing to the room.

“No.” He answered.

“But we met in the restaurant.” You countered.

“We didn’t meet we bumped into each other, there’s a difference.”

“Well, I’m going to that restaurant again tonight at around 9 for a drink, hope to bump into you there again too.” You winked before standing up.

“You’ve still got so much of the session left.” Dr Laufeyson stressed, standing up and following you towards the door as if he didn’t want you to go yet.

“Well would you look at that, you’ve got your free afternoon back.” You said before opening the door as he stood behind you.

“You’ve booked and paid for it already, why not stay?” He implored, snaking an arm past you and closing the door. You paused your movements, looking down at his hand which rested flat against the door as his arm near trapped you in place. Your breath hitched as you felt his against the nape of your neck as you took a step backwards. For some reason this scenario felt familiar. There was silence between you both for a few seconds, the only sound being both your breathing. “Stay.”

“I—” you began before the sound of footsteps approaching the door became audible. Dr Laufeyson quickly dropped his hand, turning away from you as you opened the door and quickly left as the receptionist handed Loki the files he had earlier requested before leaving. Once she did, he stupidly looked down the hallway half expecting you to still be there but you had gone.

Closing his door, Loki straightened himself out feeling stupid for his behaviour. He hated the slight tremble in his voice as he asked you to stay. He had recognised it as the same one he had many times with Darcy whenever she’d choose to abandon him. He felt even more idiotic when he thought about how much he hoped that this time she did stay. His mind was clouded. He did want Darcy to stay so they could finally have the happy ending they discussed in the beginning but that was before he met you. He didn’t know why or how but you had invaded his mind. Whenever he was in bed and in need of release, he’d find himself thinking about you. Your low cut tops, your voice, your smile, it was intoxicating. He dismissed it as niggling lust considering he still hadn’t had sex with Darcy and you were evidently making plays at him but something about the moment you had both just shared left him feeling unsettled. He didn’t want you to simply stay, he wanted more.

Loki realising how ridiculous he sounds and trying to downplay it😂 HE CANT WANT Y/N

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Something in the woods

Transformers Bayverse Horror fic

Haven't been very motivated as far as my other fics go so in light of my transformers roadkill headcannon. I decided to write this short horror fic.

It was a dark stormy night when it happened. They were traveling in a caravan to get to their next mission point. Optimus driving in the very front had his floodlights on. Rocks and dirt tumbled down the hill on their right side making him slow to a stop, everyone else followed suit. More rocks crashed onto the asphalt as something clambered down the steep slope. Finally it hopped down to the asphalt letting Optimus get a good look at it. When the creature turned its head he swore a shiver of fear ran up his backstrut. The face was half rotted away it's jagged teeth gleaming with fresh blood as it carried the mangled corpse of a buck. The creature was extremely large reaching almost to his hood at its shoulder. It's empty stare bore through him and suddenly its one crooked eye straightened to look right at him. Dropping the corpse to the asphalt it's head spun around with a sickening crunch and it let out a gut renching sound that he would hear in his nightmares. The creature lunged at him....

He woke with a start spark racing in his chassis. He was in his alt parked safely at base. That screeching sound and that sickening crunch echoed in his helm as he transformed. He had no clue what that creature had been. He'd never had stasis visions like that before. It was always replayed memories of past experiences, never conjured up memories.

Lennox was on the balcony looking over files on his tablet when he saw Optimus transform. The look on his faceplate had him a bit worried. "You ok Optimus?" He didn't answer seemingly looking straight forward in a trance. "Optimus! Optimus you ok?" Finally he snapped out of it. "I do not know Col. Lennox." The fear and nervousness in the autobot Generals normally calm and stoic voice had him worried. "Well why don't you explain it and I can try to help." Optimus nodded and walked over to the balcony. "I always get what you would call dreams when I recharge but they're always replayed memories, never conjured up like your's seem to be." "So did something change?" "Yes tremendously so." "Can you remember what happened in the dream?" "It was so real that I cannot forget it!" "Ok walk me through it." "It was a dark rainy night and the others and I were traveling down a heavily wooded road in a caravan. I was in front as I usually am when rocks tumbled down from the slope above the road. I stopped the caravan as more rocks hit the asphalt.

A creature carrying a deer carcass stopped in the road just a few yards away from me." "What did it look like?" "It-it was horrific! It was missing flesh in places and half its face was gone with just blood stained bone showing. Blood matted in it's fur and its flesh clung to its wrongly proportioned skeleton." Lennox had a frightened look on his face. "What did it do next?" " It looked right at me with its one dead eye then dropped the deer and it's head turned upside down with a sickening crunch." "Anything else?" "It let out a terrible noise like nothing I've ever heard before then it lunged at me. That's when I awoke." Lennox quickly typed something into his tablet then looked for something, scrolling. "Di-did it by any chance look like this?" A similar creature was on the screen and with wide optics he nodded his helm. "Tha-thats not good." "What is this creature Col. Lennox?" "Could be some type of demon or the other thing that I shall not speak of!" "What do you mean?" "Well our religions believe in malevolent spirits bound to this earth or otherwise. The Native Americans believe in the creature who's name must never be spoken. It's another malevolent spirit that can shapeshift, and one of its many forms looks like that. So for someone to not know anything about it or it's features and have a nightmare about one.... that's not good at all!" "So I believe you would call it a haunting?" "Yes or an attachment." "How can I get rid of it?" "I'll have a priest and a shamen ordered over for a cleansing. But you'll have to stay in your alt mode." With a sigh of relief he could relax a bit. "Perhaps we should give everyone a cleansing just to be safe." "Yeah maybe I'll get one too."

#fanfic #transformers fanfiction #bayverse optimus prime #tf bayverse #horror #horror fiction

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allsassnoclass · 1 year

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scrolled through two days of dash content just to get to the ask game you reblogged so i could send you some questions here goes: 🥳 😍 and 👾! xoxo bella

@clumsyclifford omg thank you for your dedication but for future reference i link ask games at the bottom of my other answers! i hope you enjoyed the dash journey though!

🥳 What writing accomplishment made you most proud? you already know! it’s finishing pas de deux and posting it on time. it’s the longest thing i’ve ever written by over 20k, and i wrote it in under 2 months. i got each chapter out on the day i said i would (even if it was 11pm at night for me) and i think that the story itself is good!!!! i am honestly amazed at myself for accomplishing that fic given how much i have struggled with fic deadlines in the past and in general how often i jump from project to project rather than focusing on one fic until it’s finished. i also think i did a relatively good job of maintaining cohesiveness in the story and the characterizations, which is difficult over that many words! that being said, i haven’t reread the fic at all, i’ve only read the chapters as i’ve edited them, so maybe my opinion on that will change once i do reread the whole work together, BUT! that will not change the fact that i am extremely proud of myself for writing that fic in the manner and timeframe that i did :)

😍 What’s one of your favorite lines or exchanges you wrote this year? okay the whole year is a very long time to look back at but I do really like the following exchange:

“Rock, obviously. I used to dream of being a rockstar as a kid. I wanted to be the next Billie Joe Artmstrong.”

“His wife is from Minnesota,” Ashton says, then immediately winces at Michael’s unimpressed look. “Sorry. Calum possessed me for a moment. Tell me more about rockstar Michael.”

“There’s not much to tell,” Michael says, hands ghosting over some CDs. He flicks a few of them forward, looking at all of the titles hiding behind. “It was always going to be ballet for me, ever since I was really little. I didn’t have the time to learn an instrument, so it was a lot of air guitar while listening to other bands.”

He dreamt about becoming a rockstar the way other kids dreamt of running away to the circus. It was a nice fantasy to entertain, something to daydream about in class or before falling asleep, but he knew it would never happen. He was always meant to be onstage, but in this life it’s as a dancer, not a musician.

i like Ashton’s immediate “his wife is from minnesota” because pointing out famous minnesotans or minnesota connections is something that i have to very consciously stop myself from doing All The Time, otherwise i would be insanely annoying, but i also like the line about michael dreaming of being a rockstar the same way other kids dream of being in the circus, given my love of the circus. then, of course the little thing about how in “this life” he’s meant to be onstage as a dancer, because we all know that in real life he’s meant to be a musician :)

👾 Ruh roh. Your FBI agent just took a peek at your internet search history. What kinds of things will they find? oh nothing too spicy. “do houses with solar panels save money” is the most recent fic-related search, but otherwise the fic things i look up are mundane and insignificant enough for me to not remember. i did look up information about the nutcracker, balanchine’s theme and variations, and dances at a gathering for pas de deux, though! lots of googling of specific questions about those shows and also how to spell various dance moves, because i never learned how to spell them.

Fic writer 2022 wrapped

#ask #bella #clumsyclifford #*yes* all of these are about pdd but that was a very significant part of my 2022 fic writing #and it is definitely the freshest piece of writing in my mind lol #thanks for asking bella <3 #i am going to go to bed now i really need to do a lot of writing tomorrow #yikes!!!! i'm stressed now!!!! yikes!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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roxy206 · 2 years

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no hate but im so sad to see you moving away from t&k content 😭 im not really at all into drag in general just katya and trix and till recently i was always on your blog reading everything and now i have to scroll and scroll to even see someone i recognize 😢 nobody else was going the t&k content like you and now i feel like there’s no one 😭😭😭

Oh don’t worry I’m not going any where when it comes to T & K!

I do have another ship which involves two drag queens I really love individually as well. And I do plan to continue posting about them even though they’ve both been eliminated now & the finale of the season is next week. I also am still in the process of working through a backlog of seasons & although it’s currently rare that I post about anything non-drag related, this is my one blog so I post about any & everything here so I may reblog/post about things involving other series or topics

However, I do still post about T & K & also plan to do that! And I use tags for my posts so I totally get it if anyone follows me for specific content & only wants to see that. I’m including my T & K tags below in the actual tags but I’ll also write out the others here:

Trixie: oh honeyyyyy

Katya: but your dad just calls me Katya

Irma: wanna boogie

Vivian: your eyes are like water coolers

asks / answers: kimmy answers

So you can always pop one of those into the search on my blog if you want to skip past anything else. And/or you can block the tags that you aren’t interested in, whichever works best for your experience

But I’m still here. I blogged about UNHhhh this week like usual, I’ve posted some answers to the fic title game with Trixya, I answered a couple asks (& I can only answer what comes in — I haven’t gotten many non-prompt asks recently). I still have the second Trixie bday fic that I’ve got brewing, the 4th chapter of searching on deck, plus a lot of things I’m excited to work on as well

I hope that helps give some reassurance & also helps with navigation

Also like just to give fair warning Viv was eliminated last night & Irma was eliminated last week so it is probably going to be another heavy week of me posting about CDR because there are going to be exit interviews etc with Viv & I’m still trying to catch up on Irma’s from last Friday

#but your dad just calls me katya #oh honeyyyyy #kimmy answers

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zyonsay · 5 months

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Wildfire, Chapter Four MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: You guys go on a horse ride through the surrounding area

Reader: Male

Warnings: Me being a major horse girl

Now playing: 'Mary' by Alex G

AN: UPDATED this one! I made Max hate you a bit more than in the old version 😋 I noticed that i really struggle with capturing emotion in texts. TRUST ME, the story is really emotional in my head, im just shitty at putting it into words. ALSO BABES, i had to copy half of this fic letter by letter from a word document because my fucking copy and paste isn't working.

Im really exited for the next chapter! My goal is to give more insight into Maxies emotions. As i said, i suck at capturing emotions in text, so you don't really know much about his feelings at this point.

IMPORTANT: Do y'all want a taglist? This fic is kinda flopping, but i thought a taglist would be neat.

Just comment or dm me to be added to the taglist!

(Here is the previous chapter)

(Here is the next chapter)

An acoustic guitar began playing loudly, tearing you out of your deep slumber. Your hair was all messed up and you felt… sticky. You only remember snippets from last night, but you knew that at one point you were on your mechanic’s shoulders, doing the macarena. And surely there are some embarrassing videos and photos floating around…

Max made no effort to get up and tried to sleep through the noise, but you were already awake, so you’d also like to know who’d woken you up. You silently walked towards the door, the carpet under your feet feeling warm and fuzzy. The door creaked while you opened it, revealing the warm morning sun. Outside was a group of redbull team members and most importantly, christian, with a guitar and a cowboy hat. He was singing his heart out and exaggeratedly strummed his acoustic. Finally, Max had gotten up too and made his way over to the door. You opened the door slightly more to reveal your view to him. Max deadpanned and shot you a questioning look. He looked very sleep ridden and was probably still hungover.

“Good morning, guys!”, now all the people who were resting, stood outside of their cabins.

Horner was smiling brightly, like the sun itself. “Breakfast is served in 30 minutes, I’ll tell you about the activities we’ll be doing today after eating.”, he was met by sleepy and partially grumpy faces. “Chop, chop guys!”

Like meerkats running to their dens, all team members disappeared in their cabins. You were in no rush and plopped back down on your bed. Unsurprisingly, Max had already gotten up and changed in the small on-suite bathroom.

You were mindlessly scrolling through your Instagram feed before your fellow driver cleared his throat. You lowered your phone and looked at him with a questioning glance. “Breakfast is in 6 Minutes, get ready.”

You scrambled to pick out a simple outfit for the day and rushed to the bathroom to change. When you walked out of the lavatory, Max was still standing by the entrance with crossed arms. He then opened the door, motioning you to go first.

You mumbled a small ‘thanks’ before heading towards a large gazebo with a breakfast buffet. The air was filled with delicious smells of scrambled egg, bacon, waffles and many other goodies.

Once you’d grabbed yourself a well-rounded meal, you sat on the free spot next to Christian, who was facing Max and one of the popular mechanics. The strawberries on your plate looked perfect, a vibrant red swirling all around its curved shapes. You bit into it and enjoyed the fresh, fruity flavor. Your team principal raised an eyebrow and offered you and Max a curious and slightly mischievous look. “Have you two been getting along?” Max shot a quick look your way, then proceeded to sigh quietly and say: “Yes. Totally.” Horner side eyed you, expecting an answer from you too, even if you were stuffing your face with strawberries. You nodded frantically, not wanting to talk with a full mouth.

Christian wasn’t quite convinced but decided to let it go and start talking about another topic.

“So, this area is actually… “

The horse next to you was sleepily swatting away flies while sunbathing. Horner had announced that everyone would be going on a guided ride through the area. You were divided up into groups of 10, to ensure safety.

‘Stella’ was the name stitched on the horse’s halter, she seemed like a calm, friendly mare.

You used to do horseback riding up until your racing career got more serious. You wanted to focus on one sport, but you had to admit that you missed it. While brushing your horse’s bay coat, you allowed yourself to glance over her withers. Max was standing there, looking confused. He had two brushes in his hands and seemed to not know which one to use first.

“The red one.” He looked startled and shot you a confused look. “What?”

“You need to use the red one first, to get out the rough dirt. After that the other one to get rid of the leftover dust.”, you then focused on the animal in front of you again. Max mumbled a quiet thanks before beginning to clean his particularly dirty horse.

Stella was standing still, waiting patiently. After helping some of your team members tack up and get on their horses, you yourself mounted your horse.

The bison-looking ranger guided your group out of the camp and onto a beautiful trail. You passed a broad meadow like landscape, watching some majestic elks quenching their thirst at a river which crawls trough the valley like a big, ice-blue snake. The rustling of dry grass beneath your horses’ feet was accompanied by a gently blowing wind. Multiple people in your group were deeply enveloped in idle chit chat, talking about how they wish their kids were here, or how the landscape is beautiful, or about having to call the dentist.

You risked a look to your right and saw Max staring off into the distance. His reins were way too loose, and his feet were too far in the stirrups, but he seemed at peace.

The hard worker. The type to get stressed easily if their work isn't perfect. This was exactly who he was, he was his biggest critic. His shoulders are always tense, but now he looked fully relaxed, sitting loosely on the horse. A light wind played with a few strands that peeked out from under the helmet he was wearing.

Minding your own business, you averted your eyes and looked around the landscape, spotting a fox in the distance; It was playing in front of what looked like it's den. Cute, you thought.

Max had felt your eyes on him, so he turned his head to look at you, but you were spacing out while looking at the sloping hills. Now it was his turn to observe you; One of your hands was resting on you thigh, while the other was holding the reins with a certain confidence. Your cheeks were slightly reddened from the gentle wind and your body was moving in a comfortable rhythm together with the horse. When you kept your cocky comments to yourself, you were a decent person, he thought. The dutch quickly chased that thought away though, you were annoying.

Once you'd returned from the ride, you wanted to shower. Smelling like horses for the rest of the day wasn't exactly on your to-do list.

Warm water trickled down your body and it felt like the most wonderful massage. It had been quite a while since you've last ridden a horse and your muscles made sure to complain about that. It was surprisingly cold outside the camp; You must've caught a cold since you were sniffling every now and then.

The door to your cabin opened and Max stepped in. He could hear the shower running and rolled his eyes. He urgently wanted to shower, but of course you were occupying it. While absently scrolling through his phone, he prepared a polo shirt and some jeans he fished out of his suitcase.

The sound of steps made him turn his head. Your hair was still wet, the occasional drop landing on your grey shirt. "Just a little heads up, the water pressure is complete shit." Max nodded courtly before disappearing in the bathroom himself.

You drizzled a bit of salad dressing over your fresh, crisp salad on your plate. Once again you made your way over to Horner to sit down and eat. He was yapping about how much his 'old man bum' hurt. Max sat in front of him and was laughing at his pals antics. Max's expression soured a bit at the sight of you. Not a lot, but enough for the brit in front of him to notice. Christian didn't adress it, but instead started a conversation; "So, y/n I've noticed you seem experienced with horses. Why's that?" He was a sweet person, but you knew he didn't exactly care for your answer but wanted to ease the tension. After all it was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

"So, i actually used to do horse riding when i was a kid..."

#I didnt know his name is fucking Max EMILIAN Verstappen #i need him so bad #my man <3 #so fuckable #No guillotine could take away the head i'd give him #gay #male reader #f1 x male reader #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #max verstappen x male reader #x reader #reader insert #male x male #male reader insert #x male reader #max verstappen fic #f1 fic

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