#if N was taken from a world where he succeeded...

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⚣ Nightwing & Shadow 🌃

⚣🌃 A/N → So, remember when I said I wasn't going to re-write and re-vamp Nightwing and Shadow like I did Primal? Hehe, funny story... I lied. HOWEVER, I did follow the original plot line...sort of. Just made it easier and smoother to read, along with SOME proofreading and fixing SOME grammar mistakes. So, this should roll out much faster than before (that also is possibly a lie knowing me). WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | MAJOR THEMES of NON-CON/DUB-CON | Omegaverse | YANDERE Behavior | Mentions of Blood | Bondage | Lactation Kink | M-Preg | Oral Sex | Knotting | Implied Stalking |

⚣🌃 Summary → A new vigilante, Shadow, takes to the streets of Gotham, protecting its innocent Omegas against arrogant and brutish Alphas and the arbitrary and oppressive laws that support their criminal-like behavior. Yet, what will he do when in both his civilian and vigilante lives, he's plagued by the very same problems he's fighting against?

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Welcome to Gotham City.

Known for its less-than-sunny atmosphere and crime-riddled streets, the city holds many titles under its mantle. One of them being ‘Utter Hell for Omegas.’

In the old days, Omegas were rarely seen as love interests, romantic partners, or even just random associates you’d nod at on the street. Nope, they always had two roles attached to their titles; Fuck-Toys and/or Baby-Makers.

Not much has changed in the present day, save for a few laws passed here and there that criminalized some behaviors. In truth, these new laws and punishments were the equivalent of putting a toddler in time-out before rewarding them with a cookie later for acting like they were ashamed of their behavior.

It seemed like every day, another Omega was being abused by an Alpha who never understood the meaning of ‘no’ because they were raised in a society where everything was supposed to be ‘yes’ for them. Taken against their will and made to live in truly cage-like homes with partners who could only be called that when it came to legal documents.

In reality, they weren’t partners. They were masters, abductors, and delusional sociopaths who relied on biology and society to abuse and take the things they wanted rather than earn them.

They never saw the Omegas they were stripping of free will and autonomy as partners, or friends, or even humans for that matter. They saw them as possessions, things to own and show off to their friends and family as a symbol of how great they were and how well they were doing in life.

And Gotham was the breeding ground for these types of men and women.

Some would call it for what it was; ownership and power. They had no shame or morals about the acts they would commit. Others dared to call it romance, claiming that true love drove them to these vile acts and oppressive rules.

If this is what they called love, it’d be interesting to see what they’d do if they hated you.

Yet, progressing times meant more progressive and outspoken minds. Many, including some Alphas and Betas who held somewhat decent morals and values, were calling for change. They were protesting to their local, regional, and national governments for Omega liberation.

Of course, no revolution has ever started, let alone succeeded without someone getting their hands dirty.

Enter our hero, Y/N, and his story which some would argue was the ultimate catalyst that led to the fight for Omega Rights and Protections pushing toward victory.

And to think, it all started and ended with a video gone viral.

Y/N lived a relatively quiet life in Gotham. Born and raised in the city, his parents taught him from a young age not only how to navigate this world in a way where he protected himself, but also equipped him with the means to do so if need be.

He was trained in the art of self-defense from the moment he had his first incident in school, when the signs of biological dynamics were becoming more and more clear, and some bigger kids decided to pick on him for it. 

His mother, an Omega herself, saw this and immediately went to her husband, Y/N’s father, and demanded they get him in lessons. He agreed and they began scouting classes the very next day. 

Y/N was blessed enough to see what a truly happy and healthy relationship between an Alpha and Omega was like from his parents. His father, bless his soul, never subscribed to the ideology that Alphas were the superior dynamic and held power over those below them, especially Omegas.

No, he fell in love with his Omega, genuinely in love we should say and not that obsessive and creepy kind where they excuse their horrible actions because of said ‘love’. No, he courted and adored her as nature intended, and their story eventually brought Y/N into existence whom they also loved and cherished as if he was the most valuable treasure on Earth.

Fast forward to the present, Y/N was a strong and stead-fast individual who didn’t let his biological dynamic hold him back from what he was meant to achieve. Seeing how different the world was from how his parents raised him, he made it his ultimate purpose to see to the change and betterment of society that included protections and rights for Omegas in Gotham and beyond.

In school, he studied business and politics, which landed him a position at Wayne Enterprises post-graduation, where he surprisingly had the backing of Bruce Wayne, CEO and heir to the very company he was employed by. He voiced his support and even dedicated teams to his mission which initiated the spread to other companies and beyond.

If a powerhouse like Wayne Enterprises was supporting ideas and notions of Omega Liberation and rights, many companies would soon follow. And as many know in this world, money talks. Politicians want to keep their investors and backers happy, so they’ll more than likely support whatever it is they’re claiming to support.

Though, appearances can be deceiving. Just because these companies would take up the mantle that they were for Omega rights, didn’t mean their actions would show that. And if there was one thing Y/N prided himself on, was being able to see bullshit for what it was; bullshit.

It didn’t deter him, though. It inspired him.

When Y/N sat and thought about it, he realized the thing that started and fueled most rebellions and movements was a symbol. An icon or an example that truly represented the meaning and impact behind said movement. And his meaning or idea was justice.

Justice for all Omegas who had been or had yet to be wronged by a system designed to hold them down in chains for others to use and abuse. He also sought liberation not only for those living today but future generations where they didn’t have to live in a world where they weren’t seen as people or equals.

What could be that symbol?

Conveniently, as Y/N sat in the living room of his moderately luxurious apartment, he looked out the window to see a symbol being cast in the sky. A symbol many residents of Gotham were all too familiar with.

The Bat Symbol.

And that’s when it hit him…

True, Gotham was a city known for its less-than-friendly streets and crime-filled alleys, but if the stories his parents told him were to be believed, Gotham was much worse before Batman began protecting its civilians, along with his numerous sidekicks and partners.

Seriously, why does it seem like Batman, or Gotham in general gets a new hero or vigilante every year? Kind of weird when you think about it.

Yet, they were about to get another one as Y/N had made up his mind. He knew the symbol his movement needed, the inspiration that was lacking for so many Omegas in Gotham and outside of it.

They needed to believe that they could stand up for change. That they could fight back and be victorious against their abusers. There was no such thing as biology not being on their side as much as it was their own belief not being on their side.

Omegas needed something, someone they could look up to, someone they could see fighting back and say “If they can do it, so can I.”

Y/N was going to be that symbol.

Thus, Shadow was born.

A bit cringe when you think about it, but the desired effect was still there.

Using his self-defense skills that never went without practice with his growing up and living in Gotham, as well as a couple of connections with some engineering friends from college, Y/N or Shadow was set to be Gotham’s newest vigilante and protector.

With their help, he created his own style of weapons and utility tools to help him out on the battlefield. Most notable were a pair of twin-style blades that when tossed or thrown, expanded out into throwing discs. They were magnetized to each other as well which threw out the need for grappling hooks when he could just toss one forward and use the other to pull himself forward.

He dubbed them Shadowblades.

Yes, still cringe, but aesthetics are everything when it comes to this kind of work.

It helped to have rich friends, especially when it came to his outfit. While, of course, Y/N couldn’t have everyone he knew getting involved in this project, he only reached out to those he knew he could truly trust as they would have just as much to lose if Y/N was to ever be caught and unmasked.

As mentioned before, aesthetics were everything when it came to these ordeals, so his outfit had to match his name. The color scheme consisted of a shadowy black and purple along with a domino mask that had gold covers in the slits to keep his eyes hidden as well.

Skintight (as usual), but flexible and functional. It was also light enough to accentuate Y/N’s smaller and leaner body frame. However, it did nothing to hide the dump truck from behind.

“Nightwing would be put to shame,” A comment from one of his friends who took it upon themselves to jokingly cop a feel. Y/N ‘jokingly’ tossed one of his blades at them as a warning, which they clearly received seeing how close the spinning blades came to their face before zipping back and folding close in his hand.

That did it. Shadow was a force to be reckoned with.

The moment Y/N hit the scene with his new outfit and weapons, ripples were being made in the city. It didn’t take long for Shadow to become a recognizable name and face in Gotham, some dubbing him the Omega Savior with all of his notable rescues and actions.

Within the first few months of Shadow being a presence in Gotham, he’d not only thrown a few dirty Alpha dogs behind bars for attempted rape and abduction but also stopped a major Omega trafficking ring happening right in the city, as well as liberated a few captives from their abusive homes and partners.

Unsurprisingly, with the trafficking ring, Y/N discovered many links and connections from that operation to people who were big-name executives and even CEOs at major companies. Even more shocking (not), some of those companies were the same ones that took up the mantle of supporting Omega rights and freedoms.

Discreet as ever, Y/N wasted no time in ‘suggesting’ that Wayne Enterprises cut all deals and partnerships with these companies, which helped earn him a promotion when the scandals were eventually revealed to the public. This ended up putting him more on Bruce Wayne’s radar who delivered his promotion news personally himself.

In every story, there’s a turning point. Many know the structure that many books, movies, and even shows will follow with the inciting incident that leads to the rising action until you reach the climax, where things typically turn for the worse.

For Y/N, that moment was when Bruce conveniently decided to introduce him to his first adopted son at the same time he was delivering his promotion news, Richard Grayson, or Dick for short. Little did he know how much Dick was about to invade his life.

But, everyone deserves a little teaser, right?

Shortly after Bruce introduced them, he had to leave for a meeting, leaving the two alone in Y/N’s new office. It wasn’t awkward, but it also wasn’t comfortable, at least for the Omega who was wary of being left in a room alone with an unfamiliar Alpha, despite how famous he was.

Yet, Dick seemed to keep a respectable front, only coming as close as he deemed allowed while making small talk, and congratulating Y/N on his new promotion. The Omega gave his thanks while setting his things up on his new desk and shelves.

Now, despite earlier thoughts and possible assumptions, Y/N was no prude. Just because he fought against Alpha abuse and their entitlement didn’t mean he didn’t have his fair share of interest and attractions.

And Dick Grayson did spark his interest. The man was undeniably handsome and had a body many either desired to touch or have. But, Y/N knew self-restraint, and sad as it may be, in this world, he knew to practice caution with whom he showed his attraction.

Dick, however, did not follow the same line of thinking. Of course, why would he if the world was made for him to not have to?

He noticed one of Y/N’s gazes towards him and took that as all the sign he needed to make his move. When Bruce said he was going to deliver the good news initially to the Omega, Dick all but demanded he bring him along. The former acrobat had his eyes on Y/N ever since he first started, and was waiting for the perfect chance to swoop in and make his claim.

Dick did have the right idea that Y/N was not the easy type, and would probably try to resist his charming suaveness. He hadn’t met anyone before who had such luck, so he wasn’t worried. In fact, the idea of a potential challenge made him all the more bold.

And he showed that boldness by closing the distance between him and the Omega while his back was turned, pressing himself against his backside. Dick was not shy about letting Y/N feel what he had packing down there while he in return got a feel of what he had decided was now going to be his.

Y/N immediately jumped at the touch and turned to move himself away but was held in place by the adopted Wayne who leaned forward, pressing his hard chest against the Omega’s while leaning his lips down their his ear. 

“Feel like breaking in the new desk?” Dick whispered hotly into his ear, pressing his very noticeable throbbing appendage against Y/N’s backside, the layer of clothes between them doing nothing to help mitigate the sensation.

Y/N could feel his instincts urging him to submit and present himself to the Alpha. He was no stranger to rumors and gossip and heard the many tales of Dick Grayson’s, well… dick, from many of his co-workers. Despite Bruce’s very relaxed rule about employees having relations with his family.

Though the temptation was there to see if the rumors were true, he was not about to let himself become another number or name in Dick’s or anyone's black book. He had to remain a symbol.

“Sorry, but I prefer to keep things a bit professional. And, frankly, you don’t meet my criteria.” Y/N sarcastically remarked.

“Oh, come on,” Dick smirked against the side of Y/N’s face, slowly grinding himself against him a little harder while rubbing one of his hands up his side, feeling the hot skin of the Omega under his silk-white button-up. “Don’t tell me you have a rule against workplace sex. Or are you worried because I’m the boss’s son? If you don’t tell, I won’t.”

Dick began pressing soft kisses against Y/N’s skin, now using both of his hands to rub up Y/N’s front, slowly beginning to undo the buttons. The Omega had to admit that he was good with his hands and lips, and he could definitely see some truth in his co-worker's words about the man’s hip control. But, logic wasn’t out of his mind yet.

Y/N began to use his arms to push back against the desk, creating a little room while the Alpha was distracted with trying to reach inside his shirt. He pushed off the desk, creating enough momentum to throw Dick off balance and allow him the chance to step out of his grasp, immediately moving to the other side of the room putting distance between the two.

“Boo, you’re no fun,” Dick mocked.

“Not for you. One of my criteria is not being a self-entitled brat who only thinks with his dick, and that’s just to get a text back.” Y/N rudely articulated. He quickly fixed the buttons on his shirt while the Alpha ogled his body up and down with no shame.

“If you come back over here, I’ll show you why everyone calls me Dick.”

He scoffed before exiting out of the room, marching himself to Bruce’s office. His assistant, Wyndall, was sitting at his desk, looking at the storm that was an angry Y/N who demanded to know if Bruce was in a meeting.

Wyndall was one of the only other few Omegas alongside Y/N who worked (relatively) this high in the company, so they both found friendship in one another and would often meet up for lunch to hang out and talk. So, when he saw his friend storming in the way he did, he knew something had to be wrong and immediately paged Mr. Wayne.

Given the okay, Y/N went into the office and, to keep a long story short, had a very heated discussion with Mr. Wayne that definitely did not end in him threatening to castrate his son if he came near him again. And, hypothetically if it did, Bruce respected it.

Y/N understandably made demands that if Dick was going to be present on company property at any time, he be notified in advance and not left alone with him at any point. He also made sure it was clear on the Alpha’s part that he was to have no contact or even attempt any with him and to keep his distance at all times, should they ever be in the same room together.

Bruce agreed to everything without a second thought and apologized on his son’s behalf, which, in truth, didn’t surprise Y/N as his boss always had been understanding and accommodating since he started at Wayne Enterprises. Y/N had to admit that the billionaire was one of the few Alphas that gave him hope in his vision for the future.

That was only the beginning of his troubles though. Not only did Y/N have to deal with pesky Alphas in his civilian life, but he had to deal with it in his vigilante one as well.

As more time went by with Shadow cleaning up the streets and helping more Omegas by the day, he eventually caught the attention of the city’s other ‘defenders’. This is when Y/N learned how ‘possessive’ Batman was of Gotham and didn’t appreciate some newbie moving on his turf without checking with him first.

He didn’t give Y/N the grace of making an appearance himself, but he did send his lackeys, or ‘team’ after him. Thankfully, none of them could keep up with him in the field, given his natural speed and agility. A credit to his Omega nature.

Only one could keep up with him though, and that’s where his Alpha troubles began as Shadow. Nightwing, Gotham’s second most famous vigilante, seemed to make it his personal mission to catch Y/N, and unlike the others, gave the Omega a run for his money the way he managed to keep up with his elusive ways.

The first night they met, which also happened to be the first night he made contact with someone from Batman’s team, he wasn’t surprised to discover he was being tailed and watched. He was expecting them at some point to try and make contact with him.

Though, in hindsight, he expected more of a welcoming, collaborative approach and less of a threatening, hostile trying to capture him one. 

Shadow had just finished dealing with a couple of Alpha thugs who were trying to force themselves on an innocent Omega when Batman’s first sidekick made his appearance. Just after he finished tying up the mammoths, he felt the hairs on the back of his neck standing, hearing the sound of footsteps approaching him from behind.

Immediately grabbing his blades from his sides, he turned to find Nightwing standing just a few short feet away from him, blocking the way out of the alley. Y/N had to admit, Nightwing was definitely a lot more attractive in person. Not that he wasn’t from far away, but you could appreciate the view more up close.

“So, you’re the new kid on the block that has Batman all worked up? Have to say, I wasn’t expecting this when he asked me to check you out, but I’m not disappointed,” The taller man spoke, the shadows around his face barely hiding the suggestive glance he was giving the Omega.

“I get the feeling you’re doing a lot more than just checking out.”

“Guilty.” Nightwing chuckled.

Shadow’s facemask hid his annoyed eye roll, suddenly wishing it was Red Hood or Robin he was dealing with instead. From what he heard, they tended to get to their point a lot faster.

“Well, I’d say I’m flattered, but I did promise my mother I’d never lie. Anyway, I’m assuming you’re here on behalf of the Bat himself.” Y/N inquired, wanting to just get to the point so he could get back to doing his work.

“Yeah, Dark Knight would like a word with you. Not really pleased with you moving in on his turf. Can’t say I agree with him, though. I’m sure many have appreciated your touch around here.”

Cue another annoyed eye roll from Shadow. Between him and Dick, he didn’t know who had it worse when deciding to try and flirt at the most inopportune times. And it looked like it was going to be a draw.

“Now, my instructions were to give you the chance to come on your own and, if not, use whatever external measures as needed. But, I’m willing to forgo this little meeting in my memory if you’ll give me something worth forgetting.”

“And what exactly would that be?” As if Y/N didn’t already know what the smug Alpha was getting towards.

“I know you help and save Omegas, but what about poor Alphas in need?”

“Assuming you’re the Alpha in question, what exactly would you need?”

“The touch and comfort of a sweet and savory Omega like yourself.”

It was cheesy and overused. A cliché at best and totally cringe at worst. But, Y/N couldn’t deny (try as he might) the attraction he felt stirring in his body. He didn’t know what it was, but there was something in him itching to give in to the Alpha’s request.

It was like the feeling when you hear a sound or lyrics to a song and it reminds you of something, but you just can’t put your finger on it. And there was something oddly familiar about the vigilante that had Y/N’s curiosity piqued.

Yes, Y/N had standards and criteria for who he would decide to give his time to, but he couldn’t deny that Dick, and now Nightwing, both held something that made the idea of throwing both of those things out the window. But, again, his goal of being someone to look up to for him and all Omegas alike remained strong in his mind, so he went against his body’s sexual desires and instincts.

Was Nightwing attractive up close and afar? Arguably, yes. Did he appear to have a very nice and chiseled body under his skin tight suit? Also, arguably, yes. Yet, was he just as infuriating and annoying as every other persistent Alpha who couldn’t spell ‘Hint’ even with a dictionary in front of them?

Absolutely.

It was this thinking that helped Y/N come back to his state of mind before he faked a sultry smile on his face, walking forward to rub his hand down Nightwing’s chest (which, Jesus Christ, that motherfucker is FIRM). The Alpha smirked down at the Omega going to place his hands against his waist before getting the uno reverse of his life.

In some complicated flip and turn, Shadow managed to not only catch Nightwing off his guard but put him in a submission hold with his head and neck being squeezed between the Omega’s flexing thighs. What was that saying about saving lives? Because this seemed to be the opposite.

“Is this the comfort you were seeking,” Shadow maliciously teased the Alpha, while flexing his legs more, effectively choking out the Alpha. When he decided to release him, Nightwing fell to the ground coughing, trying to catch his breath while the Omega threw one of his blades to zip off.

“Next time, tell Batman to send Red Hood or Robin. They’re a bit more persuasive and less desperate.”

After that, Y/N made sure to be extra careful on his patrols, figuring Nightwing would not be as forgiving lest they meet again in another dark alley or atop a rooftop. His Alpha troubles were nowhere near over yet, especially in his civilian life.

Some time had passed after the incident between him and Dick at his job, and after having the janitorial and cleaning staff do a deep clean of his entire office which he tipped them graciously for (tip your service workers people), Bruce adhered to his conditions perfectly.

Whenever Dick was in the office, Y/N was immediately notified and he would have his schedule altered for the day to avoid any run-ins with the billionaire’s son. If there was an occasion where he couldn’t get out of it and the former acrobat was present, he kept his distance from him and was happy to see the other doing the same even if it looked like he didn’t want to.

You’d think with his tight schedules at work and his busy nightlife, the young Omega would barely have any time for fun and social things like parties and dating.

You’d be right. Y/N did not party at all, but he did find time to mix and mingle occasionally and had come up lucky in recent months. On a previous outing with some co-workers, after a successful deal had gone through, Y/N had met a nice and attractive Alpha who happened to be a friend of Wyndall’s.

His name was Leo and he was not only a fitness trainer, but also a teacher in self-defense arts and fighting. Guess what their first date was considering the mutual interest.

Dinner and a movie. Dirty minds think alike, huh?

But, Y/N truly felt like he was growing strong feelings for Leo. He was a respectable Alpha who treated him with nothing but kindness, respect, and love. Attentive, romantic, and very easy on the eyes, the more time he spent with the Alpha, the more he could imagine spending the rest of his life with him.

Of course, he was no fool, and though they were still relatively new to this relationship, he wasn’t going to let up yet, knowing the first year is usually when the prospective partner is always on their best behavior. Really it was six months, but he was being gracious since he liked him.

Y/N even brought him as his date to Bruce’s gala that was being held in his honor. A major deal had been made at Wayne Enterprises where they partnered with some of the biggest charities in the region to begin plans for creating homes and centers for Omegas who were victims of abusive homes and relationships as well as those who were saved from human trafficking.

At first, he was tempted to not go, but since he was being honored at the event for being the major showrunner for the entire project, it’d be rude for him not to show. Of course, Leo decided to make it a whole show and went out to rent a new tux as well as a limousine to take them to Wayne Manor where the event was being held.

To say Y/N felt like a prince being swept off his feet the entire night would have been an understatement. Not only was he impressed with Leo’s manners and dedication, but he also duly noted the Alpha’s restraint and control considering they hadn’t done the do yet, despite being almost half a year into their relationship.

And there were moments when they came close and the temptation was all too real. Contrary to the earlier joke, the Alpha and Omega did have more physical type dates, where they met in Leo’s gym and would practice different moves and fighting styles following both of their training.

As you can imagine when you bump and grind hot sweaty bodies against each other, at some point, things can get carried away at intervals, but Leo always pulled back, saying he wanted to respect Y/N’s decision and wait until they were both fully ready. Damn, having morals and respect for yourself can really take the fun out of things sometimes.

Anyway, the night went on without a hitch. Y/N mingled and greeted the guests as well as shook hands with a few important people Bruce wanted to introduce him to. He gave a speech and had a few more inside jokes with Leo about the stuffy and posh atmosphere these galas radiate.

Right when they were planning to make their exit, things of course had to get interesting.

“Evening, Y/N. Long time, no see. It’s good to see you.”

Y/N counted to five in his head, reminding himself where he was and that couldn’t introduce the back of his fist to Dick Grayson’s cheek, no matter how bad he wanted to. Their running into each other was inevitable, the Omega recognized that. Whether it was him who accidentally did it, or the billionaire’s son who intentionally did it, they were bound to run into each other again.

He remained civilized though. His mother always taught him how being an Omega in this world, people were going to try and push him more than any others just because they saw him as an easy target. She always said the moment you reacted, you proved them right, and he wasn’t going to let that happen. That didn’t mean he couldn’t be petty though…

“Dick, what a surprise. I’d say likewise, but you know how our Lord & Savior feels about lying,’ Y/N responded with a smile on his face but the sarcasm clearer than ever.

Leo chuckled to the side of him, and for a moment, a quick fleeing second, Dick’s cool and suave charade dropped, and Y/N saw how his attitude and lack of respect triggered the Alpha. The adopted Wayne managed to retain his instincts though, keeping a cool smile on his face.

“Ah, you’re funny. A lot funnier than I remember when we were in your office,” It was then Dick seemed to acknowledge the other presence standing before him, “And just who might this be? Your next conquest?” He inquired in a ‘joking’ manner.

That wasn’t appreciated, given the nasty grimace that wiped over Y/N’s face as he was about to respond with an equal if not more than childish insult. At least, until Leo decided to interject in.

“Actually, I’m his date. Though, I wouldn’t mind being a conquest if it came to that. It's better than showing up alone to an event like this with no one by my side. Speaking of, where’s your date?” Leo asked, an egotistical smile on his face as he stared down the other Alpha, already knowing the answer.

Dick looked more than aggravated, and despite his surprise at Leo’s snarkiness, it did not stop Y/N from laughing out loud, despite his failed attempts at concealing them. While the Omega would have loved to stand there a bit longer and see how interesting that encounter could have gotten, he knew better and decided that was a perfect time to make a strategic exit.

“Well, Dick, as much as I’d love to stay and chat, I wouldn’t. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Dick.” Y/N said, quickly grabbing Leo’s arm and tugging him towards the main entrance.

When they reached the main hall, Leo went to give their valet card to the attendant standing by the door, while Y/N informed him he was going to use the bathroom quickly before they left. Both of them were oblivious to the shadow following behind the Omega.

Y/N found the bathroom and quickly did his business, however, he did take a small moment while using the toilet to admire the decor and pristine state of the bathroom.

“Oh, to be filthy rich and pee in luxury.”

After flushing and washing his hands, he was drying them off and was about to head for the door when it suddenly swung open and a familiar face entered.

“Dick! What the hell you fucking perv! Have you ever heard of knocking, or did Bruce forget that in etiquette training?”

“Funny,” Dick replied, his usual lighthearted tone gone, replaced by something dark and vexing. Y/N didn’t understand why he felt a small flutter in his abdomen at the tone of voice, but he chose to ignore that in favor of getting past the creepy Alpha.

“Yeah, I’m hilarious. Open the door, Dick. I’m not playing these games with you,” Y/N ordered.

“Who said anything about playing,” Dick asked, but he apparently wasn’t looking for an answer if the way he grabbed the Omega by his suit jacket and threw him against the sink was anything to go by.

“What the fuck! Get off of me!” Y/N shouted, pushing against the Alpha’s chest, but his smaller state compared to the acrobat put him at a slight disadvantage. If the hard and prominent muscles he felt under the jacket were anything to go by, he’d say Dick spent a fair amount of time in the gym. Made sense though, given his former circus background.

“Oh, come on. You can quit the act now.” Dick huffed while rubbing his hands down the Omega’s body, stopping right at his waist.

“What act? Were you dropped on your head as a baby?” Y/N retorted, still pushing (groping) at the Alpha’s chest. He could feel Dick’s fingers prodding around his body, taking extra time to squeeze his ass before making their way further down his legs, lifting them and forcing them around the acrobat’s waist.

Dick’s smug look grew even more when he could see the Omega’s submissive instincts kicking in, feeling how less and less he was putting up a fight against his actions.

“This act. Look at you, slowly giving in and letting me take control of your body. I’ve dealt with plenty of bratty little Omegas like you. Playing the honorable and conservative role, only to give it up the second you get the attention you’ve been begging for. You almost had me fooled for a quick second. But, after seeing that sad excuse you brought here as a date, I realized your game immediately. I’ll admit it though, you managed to get what you wanted. I’ve never been as jealous before as I was watching you with him all night.”

While saying all this to Y/N, Dick had wrapped one of his arms around the Omega’s waist forcing his body forward on the marble sink and pushing his own against it. His hard and throbbing member was positioned at an angle in the Alpha’s trousers where the smaller male could almost make out the entire length and size of the throbbing tool, the way it was being ground against his pelvis.

That combined with the adopted Wayne’s ever-talented lips sucking and kissing at the Omega’s neck while sniffing the boy’s pheromones and cologne left a fog in Y/N’s mind that was hard to see past. No longer was he fighting back against Dick, but instead he was mindlessly rubbing and digging his fingers into the hard muscles of his chest and abs covered by his white dress shirt, something the Alpha held a smug satisfaction in.

“Oh, would you look at that? What happened to your high and mighty attitude? I thought you weren’t attracted to demanding and ‘barbaric’ Alphas like me? For the amount of crap you’ve talked, I figured you’d have more restraint than that.” Dick’s mocking words were a bit in cruel taste, but it was a taste Y/N couldn’t decide if he liked or not.

His smug attitude and confidence were attractive to the Omega, given the pleasurable tingles he could feel inside his underwear which were slowly getting wetter by the second. But, that was the very thing that confused him.

Y/N couldn’t count how many times he heard this similar or exact sentiment from another overly confident Alpha who felt entitled to his attention and body. So, why was he having different thoughts and reactions now? Was there something in the air? Did he recently start taking some new vitamin or pill that had psychosis-like side effects? Did someone cast a spell on him?

Or was Y/N genuinely attracted and turned on by Dick Grayson and was just too stubborn to realize every word the Alpha was saying was true. He’d rather not think about that.

Small moans and grunts began to slip out of Y/N’s mouth while feeling the increased kisses and marks being left across his neck and jaw. With his legs spread and Dick in between, there was nothing left to the imagination of what he felt grinding against his pelvis.

When his noises were beginning to reach a volume level that could bring unwanted attention to the Alpha, he had no choice but to remove one of his hands from the delectable body he was ravishing to cover the Omega’s mouth. It was okay for now, he’d have him screaming in no time.

“Oh, Y/N. You’re so perfect. Why do you have to act so stuck up though? Just look at you right now,” Dick muttered against the Omega’s skin before looking up. 

It was a sight to behold, seeing the same man responsible for fighting against the system that held Omegas down in the first place being subjected to the same treatment he claimed to hate, and enjoying it at that.

“And to think, we could've been doing this very same thing in your office if you weren’t acting so stuck up.”

Dick’s feverish kisses and bites increased as his hand forced open Y/N’s shirt, exposing his shiny, leaking nipples to the Alpha. He smirked at the Omega’s whimper from feeling the cool air in the bathroom rush against his wet nipples before moving his lips down and attaching them to one of the nubs.

The yelp Y/N let out under Dick’s hand was enough to have the Alpha pausing in his ministrations, making sure no one came knocking on the door before continuing his feeding on the Omega’s nectar. His other hand that wasn’t muffling the moans and cries of the Omega was working its way down the front of the smaller man’s past, just getting past the elastic band of his underwear.

Y/N’s eyes went wide when he felt Dick's cool fingers prodding around at the top of his arousal, just tugging at his cocklette which he knew was probably leaking slick along with this cunt. He did his best to resist the sensations, but even he had to admit the man was skilled.

His eyes began scanning around the room, trying his best not to get distracted by the hot sight of Dick’s dark head of hair lapping and sucking at his chest like a newborn while he felt his pleasure nub and cocklette being fondled under his underwear. That’s when he spotted something of interest.

Sitting right beside his body was a candle, and more importantly, the heavy looking golden holder it was sitting in. It was a bit hard at first with the distractions he was dealing with, but he managed to get the candle out and holder into his grip, using it to bash the side of Dick’s head.

He shouted out in pain, leaning back just enough for Y/N to shove his body forward before swinging his leg right into Dick’s exposed crotch. The dark-haired man groaned in pain, falling over on his knees while clutching his bruised genitals, looking up to the Omega who scooted himself off the counter, taking a moment to collect himself before cleaning himself up and fixing his clothes.

“Still playing hard to get, I see,” Dick uttered.

Y/N turned around, throwing a dirty look toward the Alpha on the floor before turning his nose up at him in a sneer, “You wish I was playing with you at all.”

“True, but it’s okay for now. I’ll have you begging for me soon enough,” Dick chuckled, before groaning again from another painful throb.

Y/N tried to ignore the flutter he felt in his pants and the surge of feelings he felt in his chest. He gave Dick one last glare, before exiting the bathroom, promptly finding Leo and leaving the party. On his way out though, he ran into Bruce who looked concerned at the Omega’s disheveled and angry state.

“Ask your son,” He retorted, grabbing his valet ticket out of his jacket before looking up at the CEO, a storm of emotion and thoughts behind his eyes, “Mr. Wayne, it’s been a pleasure working for W.E., and I’m very happy to see the progress we’ve been able to make in my time at the company. But, after tonight, I think it’s best if I move on to other opportunities. I’ll be sending someone to collect my things from my office.”

With that, Y/N grabbed Leo’s hand and exited the party and Wayne Manor, hopefully for the last time.

That night, the Omega was extra brutal on his patrol, taking out his anger and confusion on every bloody criminal and thug Alpha who even looked like they were up to no good. By the end of the night, Y/N was going to have to ask his contacts for some new gloves with how dirty and covered in blood they were.

As the weeks rolled by, Y/N received numerous emails and calls from Bruce Wayne asking him to come back to the company and if they could work something out. Even Wyndall had reached out to see what was going on with him.

The only person he Y/N talked to about all of this was Leo. He did tell him what went down in the bathroom, and that he just needed some time to sort out his head. The Alpha respected his wishes and still checked in on him every other day just to make sure he was okay.

The thing was, Y/N didn’t really know if he was okay. He felt like he was going crazy.

On one hand, he was very angry and upset still about the bathroom incident and just the situation overall. He couldn’t believe the nerve of Dick, thinking he could just bust his way into the room and into his life and just have his way with him. It was unbelievably arrogant and barbaric.

On the OTHER hand, it was the barbarism of the situation that had Y/N so confused. More specifically, why he was so attracted to it. The truth was, Dick pointed out some significant stuff in that bathroom that had the Omega overthinking everything.

Why was he attracted to it, and why didn’t he fight Dick off harder. He could’ve taken him and avoided that whole situation, but he didn’t. Why?

That was the question that kept pounding in his head over and over for weeks on end. One part of him wanted nothing to do with Dick Grayson, but the other part wanted everything to do with him. Wanted to give in and submit to the Alpha.

But, he had to be a symbol. And he couldn’t do that if he gave in to the very thing he was fighting against.

Though, little did he know that soon, he wouldn’t have much of a choice.

Even if his Alpha troubles had gone quiet in his civilian life, his vigilante one was another story. Shadow was plagued by countless run-ins with Nightwing who was persistent in his endeavors of trying to corner him. That or he wanted another chance to throw some cheesy one-liners at him, probably both. Thankfully, Y/N managed to stay a step ahead every single time and always managed to avoid his capture.

At least that’s what he thought.

Things would take a major turn when Shadow decided to answer a distress call coming from Wayne Towers. An Omega claimed they were being harassed and stalked by an Alpha who locked them in the building. 

Since it was his old stomping grounds, and he knew plenty of ways in and out of the building, he figured it’d be a quick mission. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the outside, but for some reason, the hairs on the back of his neck were standing, but he still decided to go in.

The first thing he noticed when he got inside was how quiet the building was, almost too quiet. He’d worked plenty of late shifts in this building before and the silence was never this loud. Where were the nighttime guards? Or the other executives who inevitably stayed late to work?

Something weird was going on. Y/N made his way to the top of the building, closer to Bruce’s office where he heard the Omega say he was hiding over the police line he tapped into. As he approached closer to the hiding spot, he couldn’t help how tense he grew, feeling the ever-growing sensation of being watched take over him.

When Y/N finally made it to Bruce’s office, he was more or less shocked at who he found waiting for him.

“Wyndall?”

The Omega looked up, confused at first but then suddenly shouting out only to be muffled by the gag around his mouth. His hands and feet were bound by rope and he was tucked into the corner. Y/N was about to make his way over until he realized Wyndall was looking at something behind him and not at him.

He turned just in time to see a flash of blue and black lunge at him before ducking out of the way in time, “Nightwing,” The Omega growled under his breath.

“Good to finally see you again, Shadow. Well, at least all of you since I’m only used to seeing the far-distant view of your back as you run away from me. Though, it’s definitely not a sight I’m complaining about.” Nightwing said, his usual playful smirk on his face as he once again eyed the Omega vigilante up and down like their first meeting.

“Attacking innocent Omegas just to get to me, why am I not surprised? Is Batman that mad at me?”

“Who said anything about Batman? Maybe I just wanted the chance to finish our conversation from before. And you say attacking, I say leveraging advantages.”

The Omega looked from Nightwing to Wyndall who was watching the exchange while still struggling to get out of his binds. “Well, hate to burst your bubble, but I’m not in much of a talking mood,” Shadow said before grabbing one of his blades and throwing it at the other vigilante.

Nightwing managed to duck but was unprepared for the attacks he received. Using the surprise to his advantage, Shadow landed quick blows along the other vigilante’s chest and legs before sweeping under him and knocking him to the ground.

When Nightwing didn’t immediately get up, the Omega rushed over to Wyndall, using his blades to cut the ropes and gag, “Thank you,” Wyndall began to say, before both of them turned to see the other vigilante not where Shadow left him.

“No time for that, just grab your stuff and let’s go,” Shadow ordered, getting the Omega off the ground and both of them making a break for the stairs.

Just as Wyndall made it to the exit and Shadow right behind him, neither of them saw Nightwing dart out of the shadows, surprising the Omega vigilante before being tackled to the ground.

“Where do you think you’re going? We’re not finished talking,” The Alpha growled in the smaller man’s face, doing his best to keep the Omega pinned.

Thankfully for the Alpha, the Omega was distracted by Wyndall coming back to try and help him, “No, Wyndall! Just go. Get out of here!”

“But-”

“I said GO!”

He stood there for a few moments contemplating, before turning around and heading down the stairs. Nightwing smirked down at the Omega, using his strength to overpower him and pin his arms down.

“Alone at last,” Nightwing smiled before leaning down and claiming Shadow’s lips in a soft, but demanding kiss. The Omega could feel a familiar sensation sparking in his pants and certain feelings swirling in his gut.

Though, it didn’t mean he was giving up, doing his best to wiggle his leg putting as much momentum as he could into his knee as he shoved into the Alpha’s crotch. His eyes went wide as he let out a muffled grunt before breaking the kiss and letting his face fall into the side of the Omega’s neck.

But his grip didn’t loosen at all nor did his strength waver over the Omega as he tried to push back to free himself, and that’s when he heard the chuckle beside his ear.

“Sorry, but I’ve learned from your tricks before.”

Nightwing leaned off the Omega, but not enough for him to escape. Only enough to where he could flip him around on the floor, bringing his arms and hands behind his back before grabbing some more binding rope off his utility belt.

He tied both arms and legs together, grabbing his shadowblades off his waist and attaching them to his belt. When he had him secured, he turned the Omega back over and lifted him off the ground, holding him steady while taking a moment to admire his captured prize.

“All that running and fighting, and look at you know, finally caught in my grasp.”

“So what, you’re gonna take me to Batman now?”

Nightwing chuckled again, “Hmm, still haven’t figured it out yet. I told you, this isn’t about Batman. This is about you and me. It’s about finally taking what rightfully belongs to me.”

The Alpha leaned down to grab the Omega around his thighs before throwing him up in a fire-man carry and making his way down the hall. Y/N watched from his place atop the Alpha’s shoulder as they traveled through the dark and quiet halls. Eyeing the various security cameras positioned throughout the hall and noting that they were all missing the usual red light that indicated they were on and watching.

‘Did Nightwing manage to cut the cameras?’ Y/N thought to himself as they made their way down another hall, a familiar one at that as he realized they were getting close to his old office.

It was then that Y/N started thinking about various things. How Nightwing seemed to predict his move of kneeing him in the crotch as a last resort since he was apparently wearing some protective garment that kept his genitals safe. Then again, why wouldn’t he being a vigilante?

But, the comment he made seemed as if he expected it. Then, there was the fact that out of all the people Nightwing chose to attack in Wayne Towers, he chose Wyndall, one of Y/N's few friends at the company from this time working here.

And while he’d rather not think about it, that kiss they shared was just as pleasurable as it was familiar. Things were starting to slowly come together for the Omega. It was becoming somewhat clear that Nightwing knew he was, especially given the fact that he was right about his earlier hunch.

They were heading for his old office.

Y/N recognized the hall the moment they turned down the corner, before they made their way through the familiar glass door, Nightwing pausing in the middle of the room while looking at the city through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Hmm, feels just like the first time, only the view I have is much better than yours,” The Alpha gloated before using his other hand that wasn’t holding the Omega’s thighs together to land a harsh spank on the plump ass next to his face.

“Ouch, you fucking asshole,” Shadow yelled, before yelping out again in pain as he was subjected to even more brutal and harsher slaps.

Imagine how he felt in the moment, the Omega Vigilante tasked with saving his kind from brutish behavior, getting spanked over the shoulder of the Alpha who’d relentlessly pursued him for months. Only now, he knew that this Alpha was not different from the one that had been pursuing him in his civilian life as well.

“Alright, Dick! That’s enough.” He shouted, still flailing over the Alpha’s shoulder from the sting in his ass as he tried to hold back the tears that were brewing in his eyes.

The Omega suddenly found himself back on the ground, standing on his two feet but being held by the Alpha at the waist. He did his best to not scoff at the arrogant smirk on the vigilante’s face as he looked down at him with a knowing look.

“Oh, finally put the pieces together, have you?” Dick asked.

“You didn’t make it hard with your not-so-clever hints and cliché remarks.”

“Careful,” Dick warned, squeezing the tender behind while laying a hand over his growing arousal, “Before when I gave you the chance to submit to me willingly, you refused and defied me every single time, always with that smart and condescending attitude of yours. I was forgiving then, but not so much now. And I don’t have to be.”

Y/N didn’t know why, but that same feeling he had before in the bathroom, that ever-growing curiosity, had him wanting to bite back. To test the Alpha and see how far he would go. He didn’t understand why he was actively fighting to get out of the situation he was in.

Frankly, he didn’t care about any of that. Right now, at this moment, he couldn’t remember or think of why he cared about being a symbol so much.

All he cared about was wanting to get fucked.

“Hmm, well, maybe if you had been someone worthy of submitting to, I actually would have listened and given in. Even now, I still don’t see someone deserving of my attention, let alone my body.” Y/N remarked, his own smirk pulling at his lips.

The look in Dick’s eyes was something menacing. It was as if the curtains that were obscuring who the Alpha really was were suddenly going up in flames, and now, the real show was about to begin.

“Oh, you want someone worthy, huh? I’ll give you someone worthy.” Dick uttered, a darkness to his words before he forced Y/N onto his knees.

He undid the clasps of his utility belt before undoing the secret zippers at his crotch, reaching inside and pulling out a sizable tool. Definitely not small, but not too big that would have Y/N clenching. But, appearances could be deceiving. After all, Dick was just as much known as a playboy as his adoptive father.

“How about we fill that mouth with something more worthy, huh?”

He barely gave the Omega any time to comply, using his hand to grip the smaller male’s jaw and force his mouth open, using his other hand to shove his hard appendage inside and down his throat. Y/N choked and gagged over the organ, saliva already drooling out around his lips and tears building in his eyes as the Alpha let out a guttural groan, gripping his hair now and holding him against his pubes. 

“That worthy enough for ya?” Dick growled out, jerking himself forward causing another round of chokes and gags and reveling in the sound of them, “Finally, after all that time, waiting around and watching you ignore me and toss me aside, look where you are now. Crying over my dick.”

Y/N couldn’t even use his hands to try and push back at Dick’s hips, seeing as they were still bound behind his back.

Eventually, the Alpha pulled himself out, chuckling at the sounds of the Omega gasping for air and coughing. “Enjoy this little break, it’s gonna be one of the few you get all night,” Dick taunted, yanking on Y/N’s hair again before shoving himself back down his throat.

He kept the Omega like that for another minute, seeing how long he could go before giving him a slight breather for air. When he had enough of that, he slowly began to move in and out of his throat, watching with sinful pleasure at the teary-eyed look the Omega was looking up at him with as his veiny appendage slid in and out of his mouth, a glistening shine come off it from his salvia and the light of the moon through the window.

Eventually, Dick was ruthlessly shoving himself in and out of Y/N’s lips, barely giving him any breaks or breathers as he claimed the Omega’s throat for himself. This was only the first of his many victories that he would achieve tonight. His patience and planning would finally reward him, especially with the insurance he set up for himself, as he eyed the hidden camera tucked away on a shelf in the corner of the room.

Y/N had no choice but to learn how to breathe through his nose to get the much-needed air he required as Dick had his way with his throat. His mouth was covered in spit and drool while his eyes and cheeks were soaked with his tears. When Dick pulled himself out for the last time, he took a sharp breath in, falling forward slightly as he also released the grip on his hair.

“n-nh ... ah … fuck,” The Omega breathed before feeling himself be yanked back up to his feet and pulled towards the desk.

“I’m not done with you yet, slut.”

With one sweeping motion, he knocked everything to the ground before forcing the Omega against the desk and bending him over it. He made quick work of the utility belt before unbuckling and unzipping wherever he had to, pulling down his pants and revealing his wet cunt to him.

“Oh, look at that, even prettier than I imagined,” Dick looked over the panting Omega, taking pride in the fact that this was all his doing before taking a finger and rubbing it over the wet fold and leaking head of his cocklette, “What do you think, Y/N? Should I go slow? Give you time to adjust and widen up for me? Or should I just take you like this? Since I’m apparently not worthy enough?” He asked with a leering sneer.

“please ...a-ah, fuck ... !” Y/N moaned, feeling Dick’s fingers slip inside his heat while his thumb rubbed rough circles over his cocklette and nub.

“Aw, look at that. Told you I’d have you begging for me soon enough,” He said, forcing his fingers inside him a little more before taking them back out, “That’s enough of that. Time’s up, slut. Now, I finally claim what’s rightfully mine.”

Dick turned Y/N over, removing the rope at his ankles before pushing the smaller male further up on the desk, slotting himself between the open legs. He took a moment to admire the sight before him while slapping his dick against the Omega’s dripping entrance.

“After all that time, all that fighting back and acting like you didn’t want me. Look at you here now, helpless, about to have your body claimed by your rightful Alpha. And to think, we could’ve been doing this so long ago. You and me, Nightwing & Shadow, patrolling the streets of Gotham together, but you decided to be a little bitch about everything and resist me at every turn. Well, now, you’ve got nowhere to go. You’re all mine, and I won’t be letting you go anytime soon. Not now, not tonight or tomorrow, and especially, not after this…”

Dick gripped his appendage while holding Y/N at the center of his stomach, sinking himself inside the wet heat with a deep and vocal groan. The Omega shouted out at the brute and forceful intrusion before feeling a hand slap over his mouth.

“Quiet, slut. I may have knocked the guards out, but we still want you alerting anyone else now, do we?”

Dick held his hand firm against the Omega’s mouth while savoring the feeling of the tight flesh wrapped all around his cock. He had sex with many people before, Omegas and Betas alike, but none of them compared to the feeling he had right at that moment.

A few moments went by, Y/N’s vocal but muffled cries slowly quieting as Dick does his best to calm himself down as well before taking his first move inside the soft and tight cunt. Another whine pops up from the Omega, feeling the drag and pull of the hard cock in his insides.

“Quiet baby, I’m trying to focus on not cumming here, and your little sweet sounds aren’t helping,” Dick ordered, taking his time to slowly move himself in and out while fighting down his growing climax. He knew they would have multiple rounds, but there was nothing like the euphoric feeling of claiming your prize. Conquering the very thing that fought so hard against you.

And, now, his reward lay helpless beneath him. Subject to whatever treatment and punishment the Alpha saw fit. Dick knew it, and he could see Y/N was realizing the way he squirmed around on the desk trying to adjust themselves to being owned and taken by someone worthy.

When Dick made his first full thrust inside, the tears sprang to Y/N’s eyes again as he tried to scoot himself up on the desk away from the intrusive weapon spearing his guts.

“Uh uh, baby,” Dick said, holding him by one of his legs as he forced the Omega still on his cock, “there’s no running from this. You’ve got no choice. You’re tied up and helpless, and you’re going to take my cock whether you like it or not.”

And take it, he did.

Once Dick got himself under control and didn’t feel like he would cum too soon, he mercilessly fucked the Omega with no tone of softness or tenderness in his movements. His cries under the Alpha’s palms never ceased, seemingly only increasing in volume as neared closer and closer to his own orgasm.

Above him, Dick groaned and grunted like an animal while plowing his insides, his other palm was busy squeezing roughly at the whiny little cocklette and rubbing furiously over his little pinch of nerves. The evidence of their filthy fun was becoming increasingly more potent as the slick around his cock combined with the soaking and squelching walls of the cunt he was defiling dripped and splashed onto the floor and around the edges of the desk.

“This is all your fault, you know,” Dick spat, the sweat evident on his body as his hair stuck to his face and the top parts of his mask, “if you had just listened to me and been obedient, our first time could have been gentler and more romantic. But, you wanted to be a stubborn little brat who defied his Alpha, and now you’re paying the price.”

Dick delivered powerful and harsher thrusts to Y/N’s core, pulling even louder sounds from his throat as his arms tingled with sleep from being pressed between his body and the shaking wooden desk.

“Oh fuck, you’re squeezing me even tighter than you were before. Are you trying to make me cum, slut?” Dick asked, eyeing his Omega with lust and focus as he drilled even harder into his insides. “Still think I’m not worthy, huh? Still think someone else is more deserving of your body, Y/N? I bet you no one else can have you wet and screaming like this. I can feel the vibrations from all your moaning and whines under my palm. No one can make you feel like I can. No one can fuck you like I can! No one can own you like I can.”

Somehow, Dick began to go even faster, tears now flowing at a fast rate out of Y/N’s eyes as he met his explosive end over the Alpha’s cock. The vigilante leaned over the Omega’s body as his knot slowly approached.

“Get ready for it, slut. And feel lucky you’re not in heat yet, but soon, you will be. And soon, you’ll be carrying my kids.” Nightwing said as he pushed himself deeper and deeper inside before meeting his end.

He leaned down and bit into your neck with a vocal growl as he buried himself all the way inside, knotting his Omega for the first time. His body convulsed with shudders and shakes as he felt himself shooting his seed deep inside, Y/N feeling the streaks paint his insides.

Both their breaths slowly returned to normal as they waited for his knot to do down, and when Dick felt like he had enough strength, he held himself up, taking his hand away from the Omega’s mouth before looking at him in his post-orgasmic state.

“You were amazing, baby. I’m sorry I had to be so rough with you, but you gave me no choice. But, don’t worry, it won’t be the last time. We should get you home so I can show you how an Alpha properly treats his Omega.”

Y/N could barely form a thought, let alone a sentence, and he didn’t have any time to try and think of one as Dick pulled himself off and out of him. He reclothed both of them before tying the Omega’s legs back together and tossing him back over his shoulder.

“You’re all mine now, baby. Nightwing & Shadow forever,” Dick said to himself while grabbing the camera off the shelf, stopping the recording before exiting the office and heading down towards the parking garage where he planned to take you both home.

To be continued…

☀️ | Dick Grayson/Nightwing | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

🌙 | Part Two | 🌙

🌃 | Nightwing & Shadow | 🌃 (this image was genrated by Bing AI)

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Underwater

Kaz Brekker x Fem!Reader Description: Kaz and reader are in an established realtionship and when they think they succeeded in the Heist, something goes wrong. Genre: Angst/Fluff Word count: 1,8k

To Kaz, loving her was like drowning. His head would spin, his palms would sweat under his leather gloves, he would be confused. But it also felt like a first mouthful of air after he broke the surface. His heart would skip a beat and he would let out a first, shaky gasp of relief that he finally was able to get out from under the water. She didn’t make it easy to love her, her own traumas, her own nightmares and demons that couldn’t let her rest, her own vengefulness and personal vendetta against the world. But Kaz couldn’t and didn’t resist when he realized what all of those weaknesses meant. He was taken aback when he realized that he had a heart to give her. And she was happy to nurture and keep it safe. 

When the Crows got the job to do they knew they might not come out alive from this. All seven of them were aware of the fact that death might be lurking behind the corner. So when Inej got injured y/n felt death on her shoulder, creeping closer and closer, making itself known in her every thought. 

“Saints, Inej,” y/n exclaimed when she noticed that the Suli girl finally opened her dark eyes. Her brown face looked worn out and the remains of her blood could still be seen on her pants. Y/n delicately helped her friend up and propped her tensed body up the wall. The ship was swaying, the light bulbs weren’t giving much light, but she could see how Inej was grimacing when she moved her limbs. “You scared us all.”

“I scared myself,” Suli replied, touching her thigh. She hissed when her finger made contact with a scratch. Nina was a decent healer but even her powers were limited. “Are we safe?”

“As safe as we can be with this lunatic,” y/n smirked, leaning against the wall beside her friend. She tried to make a light out of the situation, but it was hard when she had been helping Nina bring colors to Inej’s face. She didn’t think she had taken a full breath in since Inej got attacked. “Somehow he figured we would be ambushed.” 

“One would think he’d done it himself just to prove his point,” 

“It’s Kaz, I think he himself doesn’t entirely know what is in his own head,” 

“I reckon you would know best, y/n,” Inej smirked in her direction, her eyes glowing when she noticed how y/n’s cheeks grew redder. The girl rolled her eyes and got up. 

“I will go fetch Nina, she’ll be thrilled you’re awake,” y/n smiled at Inej, taking her in once more to make sure she could be left alone. 

“Coward,” Suli sing-songed. 

“Stay still and do not go anywhere, you unbearable creature,”

“You and I will have this talk one day, I hope you know,”

“Dear Ghezen, have mercy,” after this she left and went to look for the Heartrender. She found Nina walking around the dock, Jesper keeping her company. They looked anxious and Nina’s palms were slightly shaking. 

“Y/n!” Jesper exclaimed, “Is Inej okay?”

“She woke up, actually,” the girl said, sitting on one of the wooden steps. “I think you should take a look at her wound, it opened up a bit.”

“Yes! Yes, of course,” Nina shot to her feet, running to the room where Inej was sitting. 

“Is Kaz okay?” y/n asked the Zemeni boy, his eyes were locked on the newest addition to the Crows. Wylan, on the other hand, was fidgeting. The boy couldn’t sit still and he was looking guilty, as if he had betrayed himself. Y/n wasn’t surprised regarding his upbringing. She hoped he would get used to it, being disappointed with himself that is. 

“Go and ask him yourself, he nearly threw me overboard when I asked if he wanted to change his shirt, I’m not risking anything,” 

Y/n nodded and made her way to the bow, where the Dirtyhands was standing. He looked lost in his mind, his hand clenched on the railing. His hair was disheveled and the wind didn’t seem to be helping with that. Not like he paid any mind to it, anyway. 

“How are you holding on? I heard you were the one that carried Inej onto the ship,” she started, trying to come as close to him as she could, but still give him his space. “She’s alive thanks to you, Kaz.”

“I know,” he remarked. Y/n breathed a laugh, of course, she didn’t expect no other answer. “But I can still feel the wetness of her blood,” he started, his breath heavy and voice no louder than the sound of the wind. “I really tried not to drop her.”

“But you didn’t, Kaz, she’s alive and what’s most important she’s okay,” she smiled at him, she put her own palm on the railing, so that he could feel her closeness, but not close enough to overwhelm him. 

After this night everything was left to the fortune. Inej prayed to her Saints everynight, Jesper worshiped his revolvers, Matthias was brooding and making faces whenever one of them so much as mentioned their destination, which was often enough that y/n was afraid that his face would stay in that way, Nina sang some old, Ravkan songs, Wylan and Kaz were going through the maps all over again and y/n couldn’t shake off the feeling of certain energy creeping from behind the corner. 

So when they somehow succeeded in their plan, after many, many close encounters with death, she was relieved to feel every bone, every muscle, every hair on her body. She was sore from head to toes and for the majority of the journey to Ketterdam she was sleeping. She felt like she was on fire. 

However, when they eventually docked to the Fifth Harbor and were ready to receive their payment everything went to shit. 

“The deal is the deal, Van Eck,” Kaz said, the first signs of the storm were in the air. Y/n shivered looking around her friends’ faces. Everyone seemed confused, including her, and tired. 

“Not much of a deal if no one besides us knows about it,” the merchant’s voice was filled with pride, his face full of arrogance. “I didn’t know you were so naive, Mister Brekker. Fortunately, none of you leaves the island alive, so no one will hold me accountable.”

“You’re wrong,” Jesper countered, his hands ready to take out his guns. 

“Am I?” Two things happened at the same time, the ship behind them, the same one that they’d arrived on, blew up and Van Eck’s people started shooting. The force of the explosion was so big that y/n couldn’t keep her balance. She fell on her palms and knees feeling the hard concrete underneath her. She looked around her making sure that everyone was okay. Her eyes stopped at the silhouette of Kaz and Van Eck. She tried to warn Kaz, but to no avail. Y/n felt a pair of arms lifting her up, Jesper’s scent hit her nostrils. She got up as quickly as she could with his help and she found a box to hide behind. 

“Jesper, cover me,” she whispered, the Zemeni looked at her, perplexed.  

“Always,”

Whatever she wanted to do, it was stupid. Probably the most stupid thing she had ever done. She left her shelter and tried to get closer to the place where Kaz was still having a conversation with the merchant. She carefully went along the dock’s line so as not to fall into the canal. She kept the pistol hidden to prevent the guards from shooting. She creeped closer and closer and she could hear their words as clear as the storm over her head was allowing, still minding how close to the canal she was. 

“You have too many weaknesses, Brekker. She for instance is one of them,” Van Eck motioned to his man. “Take care of her.”

Then the hell broke loose. Y/n didn’t know where she was supposed to look, everything happened so abruptly. Both her and the guard lifted their guns, aiming. Y/n fired but even with Jesper’s help, her shot wasn’t good or quick. She felt the knifr hitting her and hot, white, flashing pain radiated in her shoulder. Tears shot to her eyes but she didn’t let herself scream. She swayed on her legs, then a second knife hit her. She fell and kept falling. She hit the water. 

She realized that the feeling of death she had experienced was inevitable. She was meant to die on this trip and once she had managed to escape its arms, but this time it looked her straight into the eyes. She tried to swim back to the surface, however her arms felt as if they were made from the lead. On top of that she was losing too much blood, too quickly. She prayed even though she wasn’t religious. Eventually, after what felt like hours, she closed her eyes, expecting death soon.

Unexpectedly, she felt two arms pulling her out of her slumber, she opened her eyes noticing Kaz. Kaz, who almost drowned himself. Kaz, who dove right after her. Y/n let herself smile at the thought that he cared so much for a person who might die in a few minutes. They hit the surface, taking big gulps of air. Kaz screamed at Jesper to help him, but y/n understood only every other word. Jesper and Matthias helped Kaz to put y/n on the dock and then helped him get out of the water. Kaz took off his gloves and his heavy coat. He put the latter over his girl’s body and he let her lean against his own body. 

“Nina,” he barked, “I need you to take out those blades.”

“She lost too much blood, Kaz,”

“She will heal herself, pull them out,” he hissed, trying to bring y/n around. She was pale, but her lips still had their pinkish color. “Don’t die on me, y/n.”

“Matthias, give me a cloth, until she’s conscious she won’t be able to do anything with her power,” Nina ordered, kneeling beside y/n. “We need to stop the bleeding.”

When the Grisha pulled out the first knife, the wounded girl hissed through her teeth. “Do not move,” Kaz said, his voice calm, but everyone could hear a hint of relief. “You’ve lost so much blood.” 

“You jumped after me,” she whispered, her words only loud enough for him to hear. “Kaz–,”

“Shh, love,” his eyes softened, but he didn’t dare to touch her. “I couldn’t have lost you the same way I’ve lost him.” 

Y/n gasped, touching his palm. 

“I didn’t know Kaz had feelings,” Nina commented, getting up. “We need to patch y/n up and then we can take our revenge, so you’d better heal fast.” 

#crooked kingdom #six of crows #six of crows one shot #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x reader #shadow and bone #grishasworld #grishaverse #jesper fahey #kaz brekker one shot #nina zenik #soc inej #soc jesper #soc fanfic #kaz soc

[leilakisakabiri]

Once You Know (Pedri)

Summary: The three times Pedri tried to confess his feelings for you, and the one time he succeeded.

A/N: Had to post for Pedri's birthday (three days late oops)! Happy 21st to him. Requests are open.

Word count: 3.6k+

Masterlist

The first time he felt an urge to tell you how beautiful you looked he nearly gave himself whiplash turning to do a double take. It was his 21st birthday party and he had gone all out. Hosting a private party on a famous rooftop club in Barcelona. You had just moved to Barcelona the month before - entering your final year of university and having an internship in the city.

He was ecstatic to have you there. You two had been friends since you were nearly eight, your families being friends due to owning restaurants on the same strip. While you were close growing up, as Pedri moved away and you started university the two of you had slowly drifted, seeing each other every couple of months as opposed to weekly. However, now that you had moved to the same city as Pedri, he had taken the opportunity to invite you to his party, hoping to see you again.

You arrived a little later than everyone else, having to rush straight from work. You quickly changed in the bathroom, putting on a sundress and trying to fix your makeup as best as you could. You were extremely nervous. You hadn't seen Pedri in over three months and had also never been to such a high-class event. You had never visited him before moving to Barcelona and you were anxious about the thought of meeting his friends who also happened to be world-class athletes and had more money than probably your whole hometown combined.

As soon as you entered the club you spotted Pedri leaning against the railing talking with another player. Torres, you realized.

Seeing as you didn't know anyone else here you headed straight for them.

You came to stand next to Torres facing Pedri, "Hey. Happy Birthday!"

You saw Pedri spare you a glance as his lips lifted in a smile, "Hey. Thanks."

He turned back to his conversation and you stood awkwardly with your present unsure how to give it to him seeing as the conversation ended.

You opened your mouth to speak up when you saw his head snap back to you, eyes growing wide as he realized who you were, "Holy shit Y/n! I'm sorry I didn't even recognize you."

He pulled you into a hug, warm hands pressing against the small of your back.

You giggled against him as you gave him his present, "For you."

His hand went to grab yours as he squeezed, "Thank you."

You gave him a smile, unsure what you were feeling. Seeing again him, felt like the universe was finally falling back into place. Like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

"This is my friend Fernane." He introduced you to the other player.

You smiled, giving him a wave, "Nice to meet you."

The boy waved back at you, a grin on his face, "Sorry didn't catch your name."

"Y/n."

"Well Y/n, do you wanna go grab a drink while Pedri greets everyone else?"

You laughed in agreement, following behind him to the bar.

Pedri watched you go, his heart beating a little too fast for his liking, and the urge to tell you to stay with him stronger than ever. The feeling kept growing, continuing to creep into his mind, until all he could do was think about you, about how much you reminded him of home, about how safe you made him feel, how content.

Maybe he did see you as more than a friend. But then again - the two of you had known each other since you were kids, and maybe he was just getting emotional at the thought of someone from home being so close to him now. Like a piece of the islands and his childhood had finally come back to him.

However, the way your dress wrapped around your figure as the wind flowed past you, and the way your perfume lingered in the air even after you walked away, was beginning to make him dizzy.

He thought there might be something there, but even if there was he wasn't sure how to approach it, or even if he ever would. You two worked best as friends.

So, therefore he couldn't be sure. Definitely not. He concluded that the liquor was getting to his head.

He didn't know how to feel. Actually, fuck it. He did know how he felt. He just didn't know what to do with the information.

He had never been in a situation like this before. Sure, he had liked girls in the past before, but they were people he had met without any intention of being friends. But with you it was different, you were friends first, and for so long. He couldn't quite pinpoint when he started to think of you as more of a friend, but he knew that the night of his birthday hadn't been the first time, but simply the time he finally realized it.

He had chickened out that night. Unsure of how to talk to you. Unsure if you were even single. The two of you hadn't talked for a while and he didn't know anything about your situation other than that you moved for work.

He hoped there was no one else. He really hoped. But then again maybe you already being taken would make it easier for him to move on.

He wasn't sure why his feelings for you came on so strong. One day it was just an inkling in the back of his mind, and the next he could see you everywhere and in everything. He would be listening to a song in the car and one lyric would randomly remind him of you, or he would be training and his mind would start to wander, wondering what you were doing right now, if you were on lunch break or busy studying.

He thought there was something seriously wrong with him.

Because why was he thinking about you so much? Why did he keep hoping you were watching his games, even though you had never asked to come to one before?

His fingers hovered over the button as he debated pressing send. In any normal situation, it wouldn't have been an issue, just one friend asking another to come to their game, but now that felt how he did, the task became that much more daunting.

"God damn it Pedri just send it!" Torres leaned over the boy's shoulder, annoyance plastered across his face.

"I'm nervous. What if she says no?"

He gave him a blank expression, "Then she says no. Big deal. But seriously she's your friend, it's not weird, just send it."

Pedri bit his lip, still unsure, "Fine."

Your phone screen lit up as you got a text. Stretching you reached out to grab it expecting it to be your manager sending you details about the file you were working on but you were surprised to see a text from Pedri instead.

"Hey, hope your first few weeks in Barca have been good! Barcelona's playing this weekend and I have two extra tickets if you want to come and bring a friend."

You smiled at the unexpected gesture. You had always wanted to go to a Barcelona game but felt weird asking Pedri if you could come.

"I would love to! Are you sure though? I can buy tickets if you need to give them to someone else."

Your phone buzzed immediately.

"No one else needed them, so they're all yours."

Lies. His brother had wanted to come to the game this weekend but he had told him no, not wanting to overwhelm you with his family in case you did say yes.

You agreed to take them and texted your friend, one of the biggest Barca supporters you knew, and asked them to go with you.

Your phone quickly became overrun with messages as they texted back asking a million questions about how you got family tickets and who you knew.

The day of the game arrived and you were abuzz with excitement. You contemplated what to wear, should you just go for a casual look or should you wear a jersey? And if you did wear a jersey should it be a blank one or Pedris? Would it be weird if you wore his? 

You guys were friends, but he had also never offered you his jersey. 

You opted for a regular fit, choosing to just wear a Barca scarf that your friend lent you. 

Arriving at the stadium, you immediately texted Pedri in awe of how big it was, and how many people there were. 

“Just got here. This place is massive. Excited to see you play!” 

Your friend tugged you to your seats, making you take a hundred pictures of him in the stands. 

“Oh my god Y/n I can’t believe we’re actually here. I haven’t been to a game since I was like seven, and I’ve never sat in the family section before. I feel famous.” 

You laughed next to him, “I know. Mean either - it’s a little overwhelming.” 

He sighed next to you, “So are you finally going to tell me who you know on the team? Is it Lewandowski or something? Or Gavi?”

You shook your head no, “Pedri actually.” 

His mouth dropped open, “No way.” He smacked your arm, “How come you never told me? And how come you never invited me to a game before?” 

You shrugged, “I dunno we’re friends but he’s never invited me before. This is my first game too.” 

His eyes twinkled, “Dude he totally likes you.” 

“No way. We’ve known each other for years.” 

“Ok, but he didn’t invite you till now.” 

“I just moved to Barcelona. He’s trying to be friendly.” You defended. 

He squinted his eyes, “Mhm ok. Does he know I’m here?” 

You nodded. 

“Ok but does he know you brought a guy?” 

You frowned, “He said I could bring a friend. You’re my friend.” 

His smile widened, “Right but he doesn’t know that.” He pointed out. 

“You’re making this weird.” You whined. 

He held up his hands in surrender, “Fine but if he thinks we’re dating it’s your fault.” 

The game started after that and the both of you became immersed in watching, shouting along with the rest of the fans. Besides yourself, you felt your mind wander back to your conversation with your friend, your heart skipping a beat when you thought about Pedri and the possibility of more. 

You scolded yourself immediately, he was your friend, and that was it. 

Although you couldn’t deny that he looked good down on the pitch, cheeks adorned with a pink hue and sweat trailing down his neck from running on the field. 

Your friend left to go to the bathroom near the end of the game, Barcelona was at a stalemate with the opposite team, neither being able to break the other’s defensive line. 

Finally, in the 84th minute, you saw Pedri make a break for it. He ran past the defenders, skillfully side-stepping one and doing a few tricks you remember him learning back when he still played for your school team. He saw the opening the same time you did and without another thought, he kicked. The ball landed in the back of the net with a thud. 

Screams. All around you. Everyone was chanting Pedri’s name, and the boy in question was running towards the fan section, his hands already up in his signature pose. 

He was embraced by his teammates, a proud smile on his face. Finally, they left him, beginning to walk back to their starting positions as he followed. Suddenly though he turned back around, his eyes going up to the family section, arm going up to point at you. 

You bit your lip trying and failing to hide a smile. You had no idea why he was pointing at you but you would be lying if you said you there wasn’t a warm fuzzy feeling in your tummy because of it.  

You saw his grin widen as yours spread across your face. 

He was running on a high. 

Nothing was going to stop him now. He had scored a goal and then partially dedicated it to you. And you had smiled. At him. 

He felt like he was on top of the world. He had never understood it when other players had told him how important it was to them when their partners were able to come and watch them. The only thing Pedri had to compare it to was his family, and while he was always happy when his family could come, there was an unmatched feeling when he looked up and saw you in the stands, knowing that you had taken the time of out of your day to come and support him, and not because you had to, but because you wanted to. It made him play better, wanting to impress you, wanting to hear how good he was from your lips. 

He had texted you to meet him outside the locker room minutes ago and you told him you were on the way. 

He was going to do it. He had to do it. 

He wasn’t even sure himself why he was so adamant about telling you now, but everything felt perfect like it was now or never. 

He heard you before he saw you, talking with someone. He followed your voice, his eagerness, and excitement on full display. You hung up the phone as soon as you made eye contact with him, your smile mirroring his as you closed the distance between the two of you. You hugged him tight as he lifted you, his joy rubbing off on you. 

“You did amazing. You should be so proud.” You beamed, fingers squeezing his shoulders as he put you down. 

He was smiling in a way that was starting to make you breathless.

“Are you though?” He asked, eyes never leaving yours. 

“Am I what?” 

“Proud. Of me?” 

You wanted to laugh at the absurd question, of course, you were proud of him, who wouldn't be? But the way he was looking at you, eyes shining with sincerity, like he really needed to know, made you sober up and want to give him an honest answer. 

“Of course. I’m always proud of you.” You exhaled, not being able to look away from his annoyingly pretty eyes. 

There was a beat of silence before Pedri began to speak a determined look on his face,

“Y/n I have to tell-” Pedri’s voice got drowned out by another familiar one. 

“Y/n why did you just leave me? I barely-” Your friend's voice trailed off when he saw what he had just walked in on. 

“Oh hey, guys.” He greeted awkwardly. 

Your hand slipped off of Pedri’s shoulders and the action did not go unnoticed by the boy, “Oh Pedri this is Ian. Ian this is Pedri, the one from my hometown.” 

Ouch. 

There was that feeling in his heart again, just like when he had first seen you again for his birthday, but now instead of making his insides feel warm it was tearing them apart. 

Was that all he was to you? Some kid you just knew from your hometown? And who was this guy anyway? Had he just given you a free date night? 

So many questions and you just kept staring at him like you were expecting him to do something. But do what? Pretend to play nice when all he wanted to do was wallow in his misery. He was going to be sick. 

“Hey. Sorry, I forgot I have to do something right after this. I gotta go.” His voice sounded cold even to his own ears and he forced himself to act nonchalant. 

“Oh, do you want us to wait for you?” 

“No, I already have plans with someone else.” 

“Oh…ok.” Your voice trailed off, not knowing how to respond to that and honestly feeling a little stupid for thinking he would want to do something with you after. 

“Yeah she’s an Instagram model, so I couldn’t say no. You probably don’t know her Y/n, y’know since you’ve lived in Tenerife your whole life and don’t get out much. She’s French actually.” 

You felt the cruelty in his words. In just one breath he had taken several digs at you and basically compared you to a famous French model you knew you had no chance of competing with. He was right, you were just some random girl from a small town in Spain trying to fake your way through life in Barcelona. You felt the lump start to form in your throat, but you told yourself he probably hadn’t even meant to mean and you had just taken it the wrong way. 

You nodded, refusing to make eye contact with him, “Ok. I guess we’ll leave then.” 

“You know the way out.”

You felt Ian scoff beside you but you couldn’t focus on anything except Pedri’s figure as he walked away, your brain not being able to comprehend how it had gone bad so quickly.

He was sure now.

If there was anything he was sure of it was his feelings for you. But now the two of you weren’t even talking and every time he opened his eyes all he could think about was how badly he fucked up things between the two of you. 

He wished he could turn back time and take it all back. There had been no one waiting for him, no French model, he had just wanted to get under your skin, hoping he could hurt you to even a fraction of the degree you hurt him. But he regretted it. He regretted it the second it passed his lips, he didn’t know why he did it. It was like he wasn’t even there for the conversation, his mind pleading with him from above, warning him he was making a mistake - but he didn’t listen. 

It had been over two weeks since that night and now he was back in the Island ringing in the New Year with his family. Every now and then his mind would slip into thinking about if you were here too, just a five-minute walk away from him, having your own celebration. 

It was just an hour for twelve when he decided a night walk was just the thing he needed. He had been absent all day, mind wandering as he kept thinking back to you and he felt bad having his family deal with him in his shit mood. He decided visiting the old football field, which was in the opposite direction from where you lived, would be the best option so that he wouldn’t be tempted to walk past your house. 

It seemed fate had other plans for him though because there sitting on the grass, one barely-there street lamp illuminating the silver of your dress. was you, back turned to him. 

It seemed even when he was trying to avoid you he couldn’t stay away. 

“Y/n.” 

You jumped at the sudden noise, looking up to see who was next to you. 

“What are you doing here?” He asked, his voice was as smooth as honey and despite yourself, you felt yourself relax at the familiar sound. 

“I just missed-” your voice was soft before you remembered how he had made you feel the last time you spoke, “Actually you know what, I don’t owe you an explanation. What are you doing here? Isn’t Terefine a little small for you? I don’t think any Instagram model would want to come all the way out here.” 

You felt him sigh as he sat next to you, you felt his leg brush yours and you instinctively moved away from him. 

“Don’t do that.” You could hear the hurt in his voice. 

“Why?” Your voice was barely above a whisper. 

“It doesn’t make me feel good about myself. I know I messed up.” 

“Well, you didn’t make me feel good about myself. Actually, you made me feel like shit. Like you didn’t even care about me at all.” You spoke, finally admitting the truth. 

“I’m sorry. I care. I care so much.” He tried to reassure you but you weren’t giving in.

“Then why even say it? Obviously, you can spend time with whoever you want since we’re only friends, but since you invited me to the game I thought-” 

“I lied.” He cut you off. 

He continued, “There was no other girl. Just you. I lied because I thought it would make me feel better after learning the girl I liked had a boyfriend.” 

You sat in silence as you digested his words. Your heart felt like it was about to explode out of your chest, there was never someone else, but you also felt annoyed that he was so quick to jump to conclusions. He could have spared the both of you a lot of heartache if he had just asked. 

You played with the grass in front of you, finally turning to look at him as you shook your head, “You’re an idiot.” 

You felt his eyes scan your face, “Why?” 

“If you would have just asked or stayed for a second longer instead of running off you would have known that Ian is just a friend and not my boyfriend.”

“Are you fucking with me cause this isn’t funny?” It sounded like a warning but his voice was pleading. 

“No.” 

“So you're single?” He confirmed.  

You nodded again. 

He gave you a soft smile, “I lied again.” 

“What?” Now it was your turn to be confused. 

“It’s not just like. I love you.”

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[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Best Intentions - Chapter Two

Pairing: Tom Bennett (World on Fire) x f!reader Warnings: Angst. Word count: ~3.2k

Summary: She deals with the fallout of what she saw at the garage and Tom asks a big question. Series masterlist.

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She rushes out to the back room once she gets to the shop, sitting down on a palate of unopened tins of beans, and puts her head in her hands. Having spent the entire walk from the garage trying her best not to cry, she has succeeded, but there’s a tightness in her chest and throat, and a heaviness in her heart.

The image of Tom brushing that woman’s hair behind her ear plays on a loop in her mind, the pit in her stomach feeling as though it widens a little each time. She wants nothing more than to go home and hide under the duvet, pretending it’s all just a bad dream.

Reality comes crashing back down when her mum calls out to her from the front of the shop. “Papers are all done! I’m off now, love. You at Tom’s tonight?”

God, she was supposed to go to Tom’s tonight. How could she now?

“N-no,” she calls back, trying her best to keep her voice steady, “I’ll come home once I’ve closed up.”

“Alright, well it’s corned beef hash for tea. I’ll see you later!”

The thought of food turns her stomach. She swallows thickly, pressing the heels of her palms against her eyes, pushing back the way her vision blurs with tears. “Be out front in a minute,” she shouts with more confidence than she feels. “Bye, mum!”

She lets out a heavy exhale once she hears the shop door open then close again, then leaves the back room, determined not to spare Tom a second thought for the rest of the day.

Easier said than done. As the morning bleeds into early afternoon, she feels like she can’t escape him.

She reaches into her pocket, looking for a pen to make a note of which sweets they need to reorder, when her fingers wrap around Tom’s lighter. She pulls it out, turning it over in her hands with a sigh, before placing it on the side of the till. There was no way she’d be going out of her way to give it back now. If he wants it he can get it himself.

There is a steady stream of customers throughout the day, all wanting sweets, newspapers, cigarettes, sugar and various other items, so her mind is given a brief respite. That is until near to closing, when she hears Lois call to her from the stairs that lead up to the flat.

“Would you give me a hand with the pram? These bloody stairs will be the death of me.”

She moves through to the back and up the stairs, smiling at little Vera as the toddler giggles to herself from where she sits in her pram. She grabs the end of it, lifting, and walks back down, as Lois carries the other end.

“You alright? You’re looking a bit peaky.” Lois says, once they’ve set the pram down and she wheels it out through the shop front.

She pauses, taken aback by the question, unsure of how to answer, she can’t possibly tell her the truth.

“Oh…yeah, fine, just a bit tired is all.” She replies with a weak smile.

As she looks up she’s met with the blue eyed stare of Lois, and her heart twists painfully.

Christ, her eyes are so much like Tom’s, it hurts to look at them. If only their lives weren’t so irrevocably entwined.

“Nearly closing time though, eh? Expect you won’t be so tired once you’re round at Tom’s,” she says with a knowing look. “Anyway, I’m off to Connie’s. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

She waves Lois off, flipping the closed sign as she shuts the door behind her, forcing the tears back yet again.

On autopilot, her feet move to take her in the direction of Tom’s flat once she’s locked up, and with agonising realisation she has to turn around and walk back in the direction of home.

She feels numb for the rest of the evening. The tea her mum has lovingly prepared is tasteless in her mouth and goes mostly untouched.

The image of Tom and the woman he was with continues to play on a loop in her mind, until finally she can no longer stand it and takes herself to bed, pulling the duvet firmly over her head.

She is bleary eyed and exhausted the following morning, dragging herself to the shop alongside her mum, to help with the papers. It’s not a job she usually helps out with, and if her mum thinks it odd that she’s suddenly lending a hand then she keeps it to herself.

A few hours later, the lunch hour rush has just died down and she’s tidying the paper sweet bags behind the counter when a familiar voice causes her to freeze.

“Thief!”

She looks up slowly, seeing Tom reach for his lighter beside the till. Her heart drums wildly inside her chest and she swallows thickly, not knowing quite what to say.

“When were you gonna give this back then?” He asks with a grin, before pocketing it. “Been having to light all my fags with a matchbook.”

She feels her skin heat up, biting back the bile and anger that surges up through her throat. How can he be so nonchalant?

“Yeah, sorry…” she says quietly, “I was gonna give it back but then…”

Then I saw you with another woman.

“...then I just didn’t,” she finishes, her voice sounding weak.

Tom quirks an eyebrow, eyeing her with suspicion. “You didn’t come round to mine last night,” he states matter of factly, drumming his fingers softly on the top of the shop counter.

“No,” she says, squirming, avoiding his gaze, keeping her eyes trained on the paper bags in her hands. “I just–”

“Didn’t?” He finishes for her, his eyes narrowing.

It’s then that she looks up, meeting his accusatory stare. How dare he be angry with her? She wants to give him a piece of her mind, and is about to open her mouth to do just that when Lois steps out from the back.

“Thought I heard the pair of you,” she says, rounding the counter. “What you both up to tomorrow night?”

“Depends on why you’re asking,” Tom says, with a smirk and a cock of his head.

“Cheeky!” Lois chides, swatting at him. “Connie’s managed to get us a spot singing at the Ducie tomorrow night, if you fancy it? Been a while since we’ve sung together, should be fun.”

She blanches, not quite knowing what to say, frantically wracking her mind for any excuse to say no. “Won’t you need someone to stop at home with Vera?”

“Your mum’s offered,” she says cheerily.

Shit. Of course she has.

“Oh…oh yeah, I’ll be there then,” she says reluctantly, a tight smile on her face.

“Looks like I will be an’ all then,” Tom says, eyeing her carefully, before looking back at his sister. “S’pose it can’t hurt to listen to your caterwauling if I can have a few pints at the same time.”

Lois rolls her eyes. “Don’t be late! We’re on at seven.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Tom raises his eyebrows and then turns his attention back to her as she stands awkwardly behind the till. “Will I be seeing you tonight then?”

She purses her lips, inhaling deeply through her nose. She doesn’t know what to say, so she doesn’t, simply shaking her head.

“Right”, he says curtly, “tomorrow it is then. Dinner break’s almost over, I’d best be getting back.”

Her shoulders relax once he’s finally gone, and she feels like she can breathe again. There is a part of her that regrets not having it out with him, but she knows her mum’s shop isn’t the place for it. She hopes her rejection of him stings just as much as what she’d been privy to yesterday morning.

Lois looks at her curiously over her shoulder as she moves to go back upstairs. “Something going on there?”

“No,” she replies, going back to tidying the sweet bags, “nothing at all.”

The Ducie Arms is busy when she arrives on Saturday evening, and she finds herself grateful for how hot, crowded and loud it is, no chance of needing to have any awkward conversations.

She keeps a firm grip on her pint glass, eyes scanning the crowd. Those not sitting around tables chatting have gathered near to the pub’s small stage, waiting for Lois and Connie’s set to begin.

She sighs inwardly as she spots Tom in her peripheral vision. He sidles up to her uncertainly, leaning in to be heard above the rowdiness around him.

“Knocked for you on the way here, your mum said you’d left already.”

His breath against the shell of her ear causes her to shudder, and her hold on her glass tightens, focusing on the feeling of the moisture of the condensation that’s gathering on the outside of it to ground herself.

“Didn’t realise you wanted to walk here together, sorry”, she says, keeping her gaze fixed straight ahead.

His nostrils flare slightly, a sign he’s getting annoyed. She bristles, expecting him to say something hurtful, just like he always does when he loses his temper.

“Drink?” He asks, surprising her so much that for a moment her composure almost slips.

She blinks rapidly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. “Got one, thanks” she replies, holding up her pint glass.

“Right. Suit yourself,” he tells her, before pushing through the crowd to the bar.

She is certain that Lois and Connie’s voices harmonise beautifully together, though she is unable to focus on any of the songs they sing. Tom’s intense, annoyed stare feels as though it’s burning a hole in the side of her head. Every time she glances over, he’s staring at her, clearly not paying any more attention than what she is.

As soon as their final song comes to a close, and she’s given them an obligatory clap, she makes a beeline for the doors of the pub, eager to get away.

The relief of the cool night air against her skin is short-lived, as the doors swing back open and Tom follows her out.

“Walk you home?” He offers, hands in his pockets.

“Nah, I’ll be fine, go back inside,” she tells him, beginning to walk away.

Tom jogs ahead, rounding on her, blocking her path. “What the fuck is up wi’ you?!” He stares angrily down at her.

“Nothing, why?” She lies with a shrug.

“You’re acting weird, things aren’t right between us,” he says, sidestepping to stop her retreat.

“We’re mates, aren’t we?” Her voice is meek, in direct conflict with the neutrality she wants to convey. 

“I dunno,” he huffs, “are we? You’ve barely said two words to me the last couple of days, you won’t come round to the flat–”

“Pretty sure you’ve got someone else that can come round in my place,” she snaps, cutting him off.

Tom’s brow furrows, his lips pulling back in confusion. “What are you on about?”

Three days’ worth of pent up emotions erupt as she shouts at him. “I fucking saw you, Tom! Came by the garage to give you your lighter back on Thursday morning and saw you with some woman. You were all over each other!”

His expression remains frozen in confusion for a moment, before his eyebrows raise, realisation dawning, and he lets out a soft chuckle. “You’re mardy over that? You’re jealous?!”

Her fists clench at her sides, her body hot with a mixture of anger and humiliation. She’s unsure whether she wants to smack him or burst into tears. “Oh, piss off!” She spits, pushing past him and striding away down the street.

“Wait!” He calls out after her, quickly catching up with her in long strides. “It’s not what you think, I promise. It’s just…” he sighs, “...they tip if I flirt with them.”

She scowls, nose wrinkling in disgust, not slowing her pace. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?!”

“It’s just flirting, nothing more than that, I swear. I’ve been saving the tips, I figure one day the money will come in handy.”

While it’s a relief to hear he hasn’t been messing around with other women, her feelings still weigh heavily upon her, and it’s clear Tom can see it too.

“What else is botherin’ ya?”

She stops, sighing and running a hand through her hair. “What are we doing, Tom? What is this? Mates don’t get jealous like this.”

His face immediately softens, he reaches for her hand, and she lets him. “The money I’ve been setting aside, it’s for the future, our future. Not as mates, whatever you want us to be.”

“Tommy, I–”

“No, wait! I’ll do you one better. It’s Sunday tomorrow, so the shop’s closed, yeah?”

She nods.

“Good, don’t go out. I’ll come to yours tomorrow, show you exactly what it is that we’re doing.”

This time it’s her turn to stare at him in confusion, her lips pressed in a tight line. “What are you gonna do?”

“Just trust me, alright?”

Tom walks her the rest of the way home in silence, a plume of smoke billowing out behind him from his lit cigarette.

When they reach her front door, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to her forehead. The sensation of having him in such close proximity once more makes her tummy flutter. The gesture is so tender that she feels annoyed at how easy it is for her to forgive him. How can she be angry at him when he looks at her like that, like he needs her?

“I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah. Night, Tommy.”

“Night, darlin’,” he says with a wink, before walking off down the street.

Her mind races with the possibilities of what he could have planned as she goes to sleep that night. 

The following day she’s filled with nervous energy, unable to keep still as she waits for him to arrive. Unfortunately for her, he isn’t prompt with his arrival and it’s not until she sits at the kitchen table with her mum to peel potatoes for their tea that she hears the door knock.

The potato and peeler she’s holding both clatter to the table top, the legs of the chair scraping noisily against the kitchen floor as she stands abruptly, rushing to answer the front door, wiping her hands on her skirt.

“Your mum in?” Tom asks, as she opens the door, eyes bright and a confident smile on his face.

“Yeah, why?” She asks, eyes narrowing slightly. If he’s come round to ask for a quickie on the sofa she’ll slam the door in his face.

“Need to speak to her,” he says airily, brushing past her.

Her suspicion turns quickly to confusion as she trails after him into the kitchen. Her eyes feel as though they’ll bulge out of her head with shock as she sees him get down on one knee in front of her mum.

“Tom, what-”

He holds up a hand to silence her, continuing to look at her mum. “I’ve come to ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

Her mum’s eyebrows shoot up into her hairline, she looks wide eyed from Tom to her, then back again.

For a moment she’s too stunned to speak, and when she finds her voice again it’s quiet and shaky. “Tommy, get up. Please.”

He stands slowly, unsure of himself as his fingers twitch by his sides. She knows that if he had his lighter to hand right now he’d be flicking it.

“I just…I know it’s the proper thing to ask your dad, but he’s not around anymore. Wanted to do right by ya,” he says, and suddenly he’s that little boy again, apologising for pretending to spit in her hair.

“Can we talk?” She asks, her eyes soft with sympathy.

He nods, his gaze lowered and walks out of the kitchen.

“Sorry, mum,” she says, “I’ll explain later, okay? Just need to pop out for a bit.”

Her mum huffs a soft laugh, continuing to peel potatoes. “Fine by me, love.”

They sit on their wall. The same wall that has been a part of so many moments in their lives as they’ve passed sweets back and forth. This time it’s a ring box that Tom passes to her.

She opens it, looking at the delicate gold band nestled within. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers.

“I know it’s not much to look at,” he says apologetically, “was hoping to have a bit more time to save up for something more flash, but maybe I can have a diamond or something added to it once I’ve got the money.”

Her eyes look up from the ring box to Tom. His gaze is so pleading it makes her heart ache and what she’s about to tell him is twice as difficult. “Tom, I can’t marry you.”

“Why not?” He asks, a frown tugging at his brows.

“Because we can’t just jump straight from whatever this is into marriage,” she explains gently, “we’ve never even courted.”

“Courted?!” He says mockingly, a laugh escaping him. “Who d’you think you are?!”

She can’t help the small smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth, as she looks away, embarrassed. “Don’t take the piss.”

“Come on, you and me, it makes sense.”

She chews her lip anxiously. She hates this, hates knocking him back. “We’ve just been mates up until now, you’ve always said that, why do you suddenly want a wife?”

Tom sighs, rolling his eyes. “Just try the ring on, see if it fits.”

“Us getting married isn’t going to suddenly fix everything, Tommy, you’re not well.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” 

The anger that flashes in his eyes as his jaw ticks and he stares her down causes her to shrink away from him. He’s never looked at her like that before, it frightens her.

“Since you’ve been back, you’re not the same,” she says quietly, turning the ring box around in her hands, “you’re not well. I think–”

“Don’t you fucking dare say shell shock, I swear to god,” he grits out lowly.

“I didn’t say that, I just think you need to speak to someone. Getting married isn’t going to fix anything, Tom,” her tone is pleading, desperate.

“Everything I’ve done, all of it, has always been for you,” he says bitterly. “The thought of coming back to Longsight, back to you, was all that kept me going on that fucking ship. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather spend the rest of my life with, but if you’re able to look at me and not feel the same way then maybe we’re not doing what I think we’re doing.”

A lump forms in her throat, as a void opens in her chest. “What are you saying?”

He swallows, sniffing, fingers drumming nervously on his knees. “Maybe we’re not mates, maybe we’re not anything.”

“Are you finishing with me?” Her voice wobbles, betraying the tears she’s holding back.

“Dunno,” he shrugs, tone suddenly callous as the mask goes back up, “are you giving that ring back?”

She doesn’t want this. Not like this. She sniffs back her tears, cringing at how pathetic the single syllable sounds as it passes her lips. “Yes.”

He exhales, his expression hateful as he nods slowly, taking the box back. “Then yeah, I’m finishing with you.”

Tom jumps down from the wall, walking quickly away and she watches him go. The tears that she’s spent the past four days pushing down spill over in earnest, as her shoulders shake with the force of her sobs.

Not mates. Not anything.

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[lostfirefly]

Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought, maybe I just wanna be yours

One of my favorite moments of the 3d episode in OPLA, the moment with the knives. And I thought. Why not? English is not my native language, errors may occur. As always, feel free to share your thoughts :)

Buggy and F/GN Reader - Masterlist is here.

Description: You throw knives together with Cabaji. Buggy joins you.

Words: 1665

Taglist: @gingernut1314, @operationroots

The title is taken from “I Wanna Be Yours” by Arctic Monkeys.

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“Oh, come on, Y/N! Admit it!”

“You're talking nonsense, Cabaji!” You were sitting in an awning on a keg sipping beer. “I don't care about him!”

“Really? I thought you like him.” Cabaji shrugged. “There was some harbor girl coming out of his quarters this morning, barely able to walk. I think you should stop this outrage already, Y/N. You must leave his cabin without being able to walk!” 

You choked. "Are you out of your mind? He's my captain, I'm not going to sleep with him!" You started to blush. 

“But why? You're an acrobat. I think he'll like it!” Cabaji laughed loudly.

You lost in your thoughts. You joined the Buggy Pirates a few months ago, and became an acrobat on his circus team. To be honest, running off with Captain Clown seemed like a good idea. Your family didn't understand your fascination with the circus and tried to force you to learn a boring profession. You were drawn to the magic of the circus all your life. You liked the smell of candy popcorn. You loved hearing the laughter and applause of the audience. What you didn't like was that after a few months you realized you had feelings for the captain. No, no! A grown man who paints himself as a clown. But the more often you saw him, the more you realized that the sight of him gave you a light electric shock. You tried to avoid making eye contact with him or standing next to him. Every time your captain passed by, touched you, you blushed, and it seemed to you that the whole team already knew about your feelings.

“Okay. Let's take another round!” You sipped your beer, spun off the keg, and picked up your knives. “I'll beat you this time.” 

“You haven't been able to beat me since day one on the ship, Y/N!” Cabaji laughed.

“Go to hell! I can do it!” You took the knife firmly in your hand and hurled it at the board.

“Ha! You missed! Loser!” Cabaji sipped his beer, walked over to you, patted you on the shoulder, and threw the knife. “See! Right on target! Who is the winner? Cabaji is the winner!” He pointed at himself with his index fingers.

“You must have thrown a knife at someone the first thing you did as soon as you were born, otherwise I don't understand where such marksmanship comes from!” You waved your hands and shrieked loudly. “Oh, I know! I need a target! We had cabbage for Richie here. Go get it!”

Cabaji shrugged his shoulders and quickly ran off to get the cabbage and went back inside. “Now what am I supposed to do with these sprouts!” He asked in surprise.

“Fix it on a board. I'll imagine it's our Captain Buggy's head, and I'll throw knives at him!” You twirled the knife in your hands with a proud look. 

“I told you like him!” Cabaji succeeded and nailed a cabbage sprout to the board.

“He's my…I don’t li..” You swung the knife. “....ke him! Yes! I hit it!”

“The sprouts take up half the board, of course you hit it!” He gave you another knife.

“Oh, Y/N, you like him!” You started imitating Cabaji's voice. “I don't love him! Captain pisses me off! He an...” You took aim and threw another knife. “...noys me!” Another knife. “Walks around his ship like he's king of the world. The fucking king who is always whining!” 

“Uh... Y/N!” Cabaji cleared his throat. 

“Oh, my beer's too cold. Y/N, get me a new bottle from the fridge!” You threw another knife with anger. “Get it yourself! You can detach your fucking arm and send it to the fridge!” 

“Y/N!” Cabaji tried to get your attention.

“Ooh, my omelet is too cold. Y/N, heat it up!” You picked up another knife from the ground and threw it at the cabbage. “I wasn't hired to be your fucking cook, asshole!”

“Y/N!!!!” Cabaji shouted. “Hush!”

“What?” You snapped back. “What's he going to do to me? He's just a fucking cabbage on the board. What do you think? I bet if he was standing behind me right now, he'd start whining about something.” You noticed Cabaji's gaze looking somewhere behind your shoulder. “He's standing behind me now, isn't he?” 

He slowly nodded.

You blushed and turned around. “Good evening, Captain!” You slowly looked up. Seeing first his boots, then his clothes, then his red lips, red nose, green eyes, and blue hair. “And we are... We…”

Buggy crossed his arms and stared at you intently. “Having fun, huh?” He shifted his gaze to Cabaji. 

“Yeah, relaxing after the show. Throwing knives and talking.” You said quietly. 

"I noticed." He said rather dryly and took off his coat.

The first thing you saw were pumped up arms, and you got a little out of breath.

“May I join you?” Buggy walked over to Cabaji who was pulling knives out of a cabbage and took one. 

“Sure!” You started to blush and looked away from him.

“Do we have any bets?” Buggy asked, rubbing the hilt with his hand. 

“No. Just for fun. Not playing for anything.” You tried to sound calm.

“No interest in playing for anything. I suggest a case of beer.” Buggy threw the knife, and it hit right in the middle of the sprout. “Looks like one point behind me, huh? Cheesecake, your turn!” He smiled slightly and held the knife out to you. 

You gently took the edge of the handle, trying not to touch Buggy's hand, and stood in front of the target. You began to swing.

“No, no. My cheesecake, you're holding the knife wrong.” Buggy came up behind you, putting one hand on your wrist. “Take it a little to the right.” He gently moved your hand in the right direction. Your heart began to pound faster. 

Buggy brought his face close to your ear and said quietly, “Now throw it!”

You gulped and threw the knife at the cabbage.

“See! Almost hit it!” Buggy adjusted his white glove, sipped from your bottle, and turned back to you. “Let's do it again!” He handed you the knife and stood behind you again. “Take your hand back.” Buggy put his hand on your wrist and lightly touched your waist with the fingers of the other. “And throw!”

You froze for a second, feeling the warmth of his hand on your waist.

“Cheesecake? Throw it!” He ran his hand lightly over your side.

“Oh yeah, I'm throwing it!” You threw the knife at the target but missed s little. 

“That's better already! Cabaji, your turn!” Buggy sat down on the keg and sipped your beer again. 

Cabaji shrugged, picked up a knife from the ground, threw it and hit the target. 

“Good for you! Now it's my turn! Watch how the real masters throw knives!” Buggy mewled, picked up a knife from the cabbage, stood close to you, and threw it towards the board. 

You tried your best to hide your admiration and refused to admit that this whole situation was turning you on a bit.

“Cheesecake! Your turn!” Buggy nodded his head at you. Cabaji wanted to walk over to you to help steady your hand, but the captain tsked at him. Buggy walked over to you and took your hand again, with his other hand he had already hugged you tighter and pulled you closer to his chest. Goosebumps ran through your body. You felt like you could feel every beat of his heart through your vertebrae.

“Aim more precisely.” Buggy looked at you over your shoulder. You cast a glance with the edge of your eye and immediately averted your eyes. He literally drilled you with his gaze, and began stroking his hand down your back. 

“Jesus!” It went through your head.

You took a deep breath, covered your eyes and threw the knife.

“Ha! You got it!” Buggy clapped his hands together happily.  "Hey, is someone keeping score?" He asked, looking back at Cabaji.

“No, captain.” Cabaji shrugged.

“Okay, we’re gentlemen! Let's let the cheesecake win, right?” Buggy picked up the knife from the ground, stood behind you, and pressed closer. “Go ahead yourself, Y/N.” He placed both hands on your waist and pulled you closer.

You didn’t quite understand how to throw a knife in such a position when all you could think about was how close he was standing.

Buggy started stroking your waist, and you didn’t notice how you twitched slightly.

“What's happened?” Buggy asked as he looked at you, placing one hand on your hip.

“Nothing. I'm afraid I'll lose your beer. Captain!” You giggled idiotically, trying to hide your increasing breathing in every possible way. You exhaled, tried to straighten your shoulders and snuggled closer. You pulled your hand back and glanced at Buggy, who didn’t seem to notice that he had already lowered his second hand to your thigh.

You narrowed your eyes and dropped the knife.

"You won, little cheesecake!" Buggy smiled widely and moved his hands to your waist.

“But we didn’t even keep score!” You carefully placed your palms on his.

"I'm the captain here. I said you won, that means you won!" Buggy rested his chin on the top of your head. "Okay. Time to go back to the ship. Let's go, cheesecake, I'll treat you to beer!" He abruptly removed his hands, grabbed his coat, winked at you and walked out.

“I’m telling you for sure, soon you will have difficulty leaving his cabin!” Cabaji collected the knives from the ground and from the cabbage, and grinned.

“I wish...” You whispered.

“What?” He asked again.

“Nothing. Let's go. He's probably waiting for us near the tent.”

In the morning, you really left Buggy's cabin. And judging by the faces of the crew, everyone heard you shout the captain's name loudly several times during the night.

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[jungle-angel]

A Bed For My Family (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett can't stand the thought of having to temporarily leave the ranch with Amy, but you know that you'll be safe in Montana for just a little while

Warnings: Breastfeeding, Perry being a douche canoe etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

Rhett had just finished brewing a mug full of the flavored coffee, ready to close up the house for the night, when Royal came striding in, hanging his cowboy hat and jacket up on the hook.

"You ok Dad?" Rhett asked, noting the tired, worried expression in Royal's face.

"Ran into the judge when I went to go and get mine and (y/n)'s meds at the pharmacy," Royal explained.

"Somethin happen?"

Royal didn't want to tell him, but knew that he'd have to anyways. "Perry made bail this mornin."

Rhett's eyes went a little wide. "The fuck happened?" he asked.

"I dunno," Royal answered. "All I know is that he made bail and he's loose. I asked if there was anything that could be done, but he said not for a while."

"So what does this mean for me and (y/n)?" Rhett asked.

"Means ya'll are gonna have to completely disappear for a while," Royal told him. "You both need to take Amy and leave Wabang until things can get settled."

"How long till we can come back?" Rhett asked again. "What about the ranch?"

"We'll manage," Royal answered. "We've got the hands and it's a good thing too, they hate Perry's guts, same as the rest of us. All I know is that it's gonna be a while, Rhett. I don't know how long, but it's for our sake as well as you guys. I don't want nothin happenin to that baby, you or (y/n)."

Rhett could feel a hot lump burning in his throat, his chest tightening and his eyes beginning to blur at the thought of it. "Dad I......I dunno if we can even do this?"

"Rhett," Royal said. "Do not ask me to watch you risk life and limb for Amy. She needs you and you're the only dad she's got. Her biological father's a piece of shit and the mother ran out on her. You and (y/n) are all she's got in this world. If I tell ya'll to go, then ya'll need to go now."

Rhett's jaw clenched a little. His father was right. Ever since you and him had taken her from birth, you and Rhett were the only parents she would ever know. God forbid something should happen to the both of you or to her.

"Ok," he croaked. "Ok......"

Royal hugged his son, himself strained by the thought of you and Rhett leaving with his and Cecelia's grandbaby. "Promise ya'll it'll be ok," Royal croaked. "One way or another."

Rhett trudged his way up the stairs to see if you were still awake and sure enough, you were, snuggling Amy in the rocker. The dim glow of her little Sleeping Beauty nightlight was the only light to be found in the room. You looked like a goddess in Rhett's eyes as you held her, himself taken by your soft features that seemed to show more in that dim light.

"I finally got her to sleep," you whispered.

Rhett knelt next to you and kissed Amy's little head. She had only been home a day and a half, so brand new to this world and the both of you desperate to protect her.

"Dad says we've gotta go," he said.

"Where?" you asked as a pang of fear welled inside of you.

"Up to John's in Montana," Rhett answered. "He said Perry made bail this morning and there's a chance he could come after us."

You were terrified. You knew that Perry had been arrested for trying to go after Rebecca and had almost succeeded. You remembered after Amy had been born by C-section, Rhett sitting in the hospital rocker with her, Amy's tiny form snuggled against his naked chest as he vowed to protect her from any danger in the world.

"When do we have to go?" you asked nervously.

"Tomorrow night," Rhett answered. "I'll pack a little tonight and in the morning and then we'll load up and be gone by dinner. Whatever we can't take with us, we'll get on the road."

You felt the tears coming, unsure of how long it would be until you and Rhett could return. But one thing had been certain, that no matter where you and Rhett would go......you would always return.

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It was a hectic night and morning, packing what little you could both take with you and loading up the truck for the six hour drive ahead to Bozeman. Cecelia had packed a few of Amy's blankets, her favorite lovey that she had made and her little flop-eared bunny stuffie.

"Lets get ya'll bundled up, princess," Royal said, his clumsy fingers snapping the last little gold button on Amy's pink knit sweater.

"Dad, you got her?" Rhett asked him.

Royal carefully slipped her little knit cap onto her head before picking her up. He kissed the side of her head as she sucked away on her pacifier, not wanting to let her go.

"Dad?"

Rhett hadn't seen his father shed a tear in a long time, not since Grandpa River had passed away. Royal sniffed back the tears as he handed Amy off to Rhett, a cry beginning to well in her throat before Rhett calmed her right down.

"Ya'll take care son," Royal told him. "Give our best to John."

Rhett nodded. You and him both hugged his parents before you gently laid Amy in her carseat, buckling her in and covering her with one of the knitted blankets Cecelia had made for her. Much to your surprise too, Ruby and Diesel jumped into the truck as well without a single objection from Royal or Cecelia. Both of them assured you that things would be fine and that Tiny and Willie were safely locked up in the book barn with their kittens.

It saddened you both to have to pull out of the driveway and get on the road, but you watched and waved until your in-laws and their ranch were nothing more than a speck in the distance. You heard Rhett sniff back his own tears from up front and a high pitched whine from Diesel, the burly rottweiler who had been Rhett and Royal's companion since puppyhood.

It was without a doubt, the longest road trip the two of you had ever been on, much longer than the one you had taken when you and Rhett were in college. Amy had slept a good three and a half hours before she woke up hungry and just in time for Rhett to pull into the nearest gas station for snacks and to fill the truck. You fed Amy as soon as you had pulled in, amazed that she had latched onto you so quickly. Being on the lactation medicine had been a pain in the ass, but you knew it would be better for Amy in the long run.

It wasn't too long before you had at last crossed into Montana, the traffic in Billings reaching ludicrous proportions as the sun began to set. After another good two and a half hours, you finally reached the Dutton Yellowstone Ranch, the truck snaking its way up the long gravel drive and into the bright porch lights.

John ventured out into the subzero, snowy night to greet the both of you. "Your dad told me ya'll were comin," he said.

"Took our sweet time gettin here too," Rhett laughed, his teeth beginning to chatter.

"C'mon, ya'll get inside," John told him. "It's gonna dip down into single digits tonight and nobody's sleeping in their cars."

John hurried to help you both unload, taking Amy's carseat with the sleeping baby inside and leaving Rhett to help you out of the truck. Diesel and Ruby went ahead of you both, scratching at the front door until you opened it and John let you both in.

He let you leave your suitcases at the door before you could kick off your boots and coats, hanging everything on the hooks and sticking your shoes on the hard plastic mat. Rip and Beth were still up but Kayce and Monica were busy elsewhere putting two year old Tate to bed.

"Alright, one for you," John said, handing you a mug full of coffee. "And one for the cowboy."

"Thanks Uncle John," Rhett replied, taking the mug.

"Not a worry," he said, lifting Amy out of her carrier. "Heard ya'll had a hell of a time gettin up here."

"Yeah but we're damn glad to be here," you told him.

John could agree one hundred and ten percent. It may not have been the best of circumstances, but he was glad to have you, Rhett and Amy on any given day, especially now.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #john dutton #outer range #yellowstone #outer range x yellowstone crossover

[devotedlykoneshots]

KYUNGSOO(D.O) : JUST FRIENDS

Genre: smut , minors dni,🔞, best friend to lovers, fake dating

Word count: 4,159

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For as long as you can remember you and d.o have been shipped by your close friends, they always tried to put you two together as much as possible.

You and d.o didn't really mind either, you both loved spending time together and making new memories together.

At least that's what it was for you, just memories to tell your children and grandchildren when you grew older.

D.o and you were the complete opposite but still alike in many ways, when he hated socializing you thrived in it.

When he succeeded in the kitchen you failed astronomically.

You balanced each other but now....all you wanted to do was strangle him, the bastard opened your curtains and let the atrocious sunlight through onto your unsuspecting face.

Ultimately ruining your wet dream about a celebrity you could never have.

"close the curtains! my eyes are

burning! "you were so dramatic but he didn't mind that, you were one of his closest friends in the world and he found it quite amusing but he'd never admit that.

"don't you think you've slept in

long enough, you little vampire?"he asked and sat down beside you pulling the covers off your body.

You threw a pillow in his direction and he easily dodged it , chuckling at your weak attempt to get him to leave you alone.

"Get up , they're serving food at that diner for couples again" you'd forgotten about that, the little diner near the boys apartment always did this every year for valentines day.

"Why aren't we sending Chen? He's in an actual relationship" you grumbled and he pinches your arm , grabbing your other arm to keep you from hitting him.

"I'll buy you dumplings later"he offered and you sat up , stretching with a smile on your face.

It was safe to say you're thoroughly spoiled.

"Deal"you agreed and got up, heading to the bathroom to get ready and kyungsoo headed back to the living room where the guys were watching TV.

"Baekhyun, you're buying y/n dumplings later" he stated as he plops himself down on the couch beside Kai.

You were finally ready to head over to the guys apartment and even though they brought Chen's 'family' car as you'd like to call it there still wasn't enough room for everyone, that's how you end up on kyungsoo's lap and you're convinced they planned this.

By they you mean baekhyun.

"Who are we texting?" Kyungsoo asked and you smiled slightly, turning your head to look at him.

"One of my side chicks" you commented and he snorts, resting his chin on your shoulder as you lean back against his chest.

"Cheating on our anniversary? You wound me" he commented lowly and you'd have to note that was the first time you felt something towards d.o, his low voice just gave you the chills as it resonated in your ear

"Are we there yet?" He raised his eyebrows at you, taken aback by the sudden question and he looks out of the window.

"Almost, you know how slow Chen drives"he chuckles and there it goes again, his deep voice and you tried to refrain from shivering but you couldn't help it.

He definitely noticed.

"Are you cold? I told you to bring a jacket"he scolds you and you bite your bottom lip, you're snapped out of it when he starts to rub your arms in hopes of providing you some warmth.

He had no idea that he was unintentionally driving you crazy.

"We're here" Chen dropped you off at the diner and you both climb out of the car, you headed towards the entrance thankfully it wasn't too packed due to the time and most people were at work.

You had to walk up a flight of stairs to get to the diner, the first floor being the waiting area and you hear a snort coming from beside you.

"You're the clumsiest person I know, how did you survive past childhood?"he chuckles at your frame when you successfully avoided falling up the steps because lord knows how you managed to do that.

"Well it's a good thing I have you here to protect me"you turn to him and bat your eyelashes earning a snort from him before he shoves you lightly, an arm wrapping around your waist as you approached the buffet to further sell the idea of you being a couple.

However you didn't expect to see kyungsoo's boss there as well and witnessing kyungsoo tense up, it was clear that he was just as surprised.

"Fancy seeing you here, I had no idea you were in a relationship."his boss greets him and you smiled.

"He likes to keep me hidden"you say and kyungsoo gives your waist a squeeze of appreciation, thankful for the save.

"Will we be seeing each other at your promotion party?"he then asked kyungsoo, you looked at him confused and completely stepping out of character.

"What promotion party?"you asked and his boss also questioned him, confused that he hasn't told you yet.

"You didn't tell her?"

"We've been so busy lately there wasn't enough time"kyungsoo explained, it wasn't necessarily a lie either but knowing him he wasn't intending on attending his own party.

"Its okay"you assured him before turning to his boss.

"We'll be there"you promised and this time it was kyungsoo who stared at you in shock, disbelief even.

"Well then , I'll let you enjoy your evening, it was nice meeting you-"you take his hand to shake it and give him your name.

"Y/n"

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"Why didn't you say anything?"you asked him as you both sat on the couch, some of the guys had work and the chen was on a date with his girlfriend.

"I wasn't gonna go, its not a big deal"you snorted, not surprised.

"You got a promotion soo and that is a big deal, when is the party?"you questioned him and he leans back against the couch.

"Its next weekend, out of town"you raised your eyebrows.

"Then I should get packed"you said, standing up and he grabbed your hand, getting your attention.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"he asked, genuinely concerned.

"We have to, can't risk people thinking you're a liar and a fraud"you say and squeeze his hand.

"Thank you"he said and you nodded, pulling away from him to go and get packed. You decided to bring at least 15 different outfits, you never know what you'll encounter over a three day period.

As the days pass by and the weekend approaches you both bid your friends a farewell, surprising you even more once you saw they were traveling all the way to California for his promotion party.

You were once again in disbelief when you'd checked into the hotel, of course you and d.o were sharing a room. You tried not to think too deeply about it and focused more on the room, it was more like a suite.

"I just got promoted to CEO" he answered your question before you even asked, your eyes full of amazement as you took in the room and kyungsoo has never seen you look so beautiful.

The bed is huge and the view is otherworldly , you couldn't believe your best friend has been hiding this life from you all this time.

Yet you still couldn't fathom why this man was still single.

"We're expanding our branch to California" he further explains, which explains why you'd flown here.

"A-are you moving here?" You asked , turning to him and he sat down on the bed. Your heart sank.

He was moving all the way to California.

"I'll come visit when I can" he tells you and you nodded, looking down at your hands and he takes them in his own to pull you closer.

"Don't cry" he says softly and you sit down beside him, his hand pressing against your cheek and you subconsciously nuzzle into his hand.

His heart melts at your little display of affection and the first real action without eyes on you, you were both alone and yet you were genuinely sad to part from him once this was over.

He pulls you into a hug and you hide your face in his neck, he rubs your back soothingly to help you calm down all while your brain tried to come to terms with this new revelation.

You both pull away eventually and he pinches your cheek.

The party started a little bit after 9pm and you spent the last three hours in a room with all of the women, thank god you'd known kyungsoo for a long time because they wouldn't stop asking questions.

Like his boss they were also surprised that he was in a relationship , according to them he'd been asked out several times but declined them all.

This was the part that made you do a double take.

He'd always tell these beautiful and successful women that he already had eyes for someone else, who could that possibly be?

As far as you know kyungsoo had never mentioned having another friend of the opposite gender, could he be keeping her a secret?

"He seems really smitten with you" taeyeon tells you and you bite your bottom lip at that.

Their comments made your mind wander to places and scenarios they shouldn't have, what could a life with d.o offer you.

Were you the mystery interest all this time? If so, why would he turn down the likes of someone as successful as taeyeon for you?

No , this was fake dating. It wasn't real.

Yet you'd never talked about ending the fake dating plan once this was over.

Would you keep fake dating? What did kyungsoo think?

The sound of Krystal telling you she was done with your hair snapped you out of your thoughts, the hair stylist was definitely worth all the hype she got.

You could never get your hair to be this perfect but you'd never had enough money to buy the right products so that was probably why.

"Kyungsoo is a keeper, I wouldn't let him go if I were you" was the last thing taeyeon said before you parted ways when you walked down stairs.

Although you thrived in public situations this was a little out of your comfort zone , kyungsoo was chatting and laughing with his co-workers when you arrived with the rest of the ladies.

You did not fail to catch his attention immediately and he excused himself from the conversation before coming over to you, a smile on his face once he got close.

"You look amazing" one of the ladies had gifted you with a silk brown dress and gold accessories , it was the perfect length and the slit on the side showed off your beautiful thighs.

D.o shook his head before his mind could wander to unholy places meant to be whispered to you within the safety of your room.

"So do you" you're pushed up against him as a group of people walk past you and you look up at him before stepping back.

"Come , let's get you a drink"he wraps his arm around your waist and guides you to the bar, multiple people greeting him and you along the way.

"You're really popular, huh?"he chuckles at that and shrugs his shoulder.

"Something like that"he orders a round of shots for you both and you engage in a competition like you usually do back home.

He let's you win of course as per usual.

"I'm gonna miss you" you state as you stare at him and he smiles sadly at you, leaning forward to kiss your lips but instead he ends up kissing your nose and you both burst out laughing.

"Were you trying to kiss me?"you asked him and he sits his glass down, attention drifting from the shot to you.

"What would you do if I was?"he asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

"Slap you, maybe"you grinned and he snorts, knowing you were probably right.

"That would sell it right?"he asked, you knew what he was talking about but still the thought of kissing d.o sent shivers up your spine.

"Probably" you said and he leans forward, cupping your cheek and your eyes close at the sensation of his warm hand against your cheek.

Your breath hitching when you open your eyes to see how close he was and just then he closed the gap, kissing your lips softly and it was a simple kiss.

No tongue or anything like that but still had your head spinning from the softness, it was a quick kiss before he pulled you into his arm in a hug and kissed your cheeks twice making you laugh.

As the night came to an end you and d.o found yourselves sitting amongst his peers, his hand on your knee to stop your leg from bouncing and your head on his shoulder as you were starting to get sleepy as it was now going past midnight.

"We're gonna head in for the night"his  hand leaving your knee to help you stand, arm around your waist as both walk to the elevator.

"Okay, see you tomorrow"you wondered what tomorrow had in store for you but you were too tired to  think about it further.

The ride up to your floor was quiet but not an uncomfortable silence, kyungsoo picks you up once the elevator opens and he carries you bridal style to your room.

You were wide awake now, not expecting that and honestly you didn't even know he was that strong.

Needless to say you kinda liked it, maybe a little too much.

"We need to talk"he'd said just before you could dip off to the bathroom to get changed.

"Okay....what is it?"you asked him, kicking off your shoes and looking over at him since he had yet to move.

"I don't know when it started or why it even started but all I know is...I like you , y/n and before you even ask its not as a friend"you're shocked but you kind of suspected there was something else going on the more the day moved along.

Especially after talking with taeyeon and hearing how he acted around other women, its very different from how he acts with you.

He's comfortable with you.

"I've liked you for a long time now, its why I didn't bother to date because none of them are you and they could never make me feel the way you do"you felt your heart melt at that, you were the mystery interest this whole time.

You were the one he'd had his eyes on for god knows how long, that explained why he complied with fake dating you for food at the diner.

"I just had to say it. And if you

don't want me that way, we'll

never mention this again. I'll be at your side when you get married, when you have kids, when you find the cure for cancer- and I'll be happy for you. I'll keep my feelings out of it-"you hadn't even noticed you hadn't responded to his confession yet, too caught up with matching up the missing pieces of the puzzle that kyungsoo left for you all these years.

"Soo shut up"you cut him off and he immediately raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, I can do that"he said and you took a deep breath before walking over to him , grabbing his shirt and pulling him to you as you kissed his lips.

Ultimately taking him by surprise but soon enough his hands found your waist to pull you closer to his body , your lips molding together like a seamless harmony and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Is that a yes?"he asked after pulling away for some air, panting slightly and you nodded as your eyes closed.

"I don't want you to keep your feelings out of it"you tell him and he picks you up, pressing you against the nearest wall and you gasp at this new side of d.o that you were witnessing.

"Fuck, I've waited for this for so long" he whispered against your lips as he licks your bottom lip and you open your mouth to let his tongue slip inside , the kiss deepening and his body pushing up against yours.

You whine softly as you feel something hard press against your center and your fingers grip his hair, his lips leaving yours and moving down to your neck as you tilt your head back.

You shiver upon feeling his mouth on your skin for the first time and he grows harder as he listens to you moan his name for the first time.

He wanted more.

"Wait are you sure about this?"he asked as he pulled back and his eyes drift over to your neck, no doubt a hickey already decorating your skin.

"Just fuck me already" you lock your legs around his waist as you make him press against your center again, a groan leaving his lip and you pull him into another kiss.

"Soo" you gasp as his hands grope both of your breasts and you both look down at his hands , he gulps before brushing his thumbs over your nipples and feeling them already hardened.

"Fuck you're not wearing a bra"you blush at his words and work to get his tie loose, nibbling on your bottom lip.

"The girls said I didn't need one with this dress"you gasped again as he rolls your nipples between his fingers through the thin material of your dress and winning him a whimper in response.

"Been thinking about ripping this dress off you since you walked through that door" he spoke and looked up at you before pulling down the top of your dress until your tits spill out of the material, he wastes no time as he licks his fingers and takes your nipple into his mouth all while rolling your other nipple between his fingers.

Your fingers wrap around the door handle to keep you anchored in the world of reality.

"You can't- its not mine" you tell him and he pulls you back into another kiss , carrying you to the bed now and pushing you down against it.

Your hands immediately go to his pants and you hastily unbutton them before pushing them down his legs, you pull him down onto you and your sudden movement makes him gasp.

He curses in your ear as your hand slips into his boxers and your hand wraps around his impressive length, he wasn't long like how you thought he'd be but he was thick.

"I want you inside now"you whine as you stroke his length and he bucks into your hand, a groan leaving his lips as you squeeze his base and pump faster.

"W-we've got all night"he stops you and pulls your hand out of his boxers, his eyes widening as he takes in the sight of you removing your dress and you're only left in a pair of black laced panties.

"My God, you're so fucking

gorgeous like this."he whispered and ran a hand up your body to grab your breasts in his hands, rolling your nipples between his fingers before his hand wraps around your neck and you gasp.

" oh fuck"your back arches off the bed and he trails his tongue up your body as he kisses a wet trail behind, when his tongue flicks at your sensitive buds you wrap your legs around him.

"You're driving me crazy"he coos at your comment before biting down on the plump flesh surrounding your nipple and your body arches again as he sucks it into his mouth.

You didn't know kyungsoo had this side to him and you definitely liked seeing this side, you definitely noticed he was more of a boob guy and you were proved right when he traps his cock between them.

A trail of saliva landing on the head of his cock to help him fuck your tits better and you let your tongue loll out , hearing him curse as his cock hits your tongue each time he thrusts.

"Soo please , I don't need any foreplay. I just need you inside of me. Right now."kyungsoo laughs and pulls away from you , leaning down to kiss your lips and pulling away right after.

"One more thing, baby. Then I'll give you whatever you want" he promised before slipping between your legs and your breath gets caught in your throat as you realized what he was about to do.

"Relax, let me take care of you" you rest your head back against the pillow and bite your bottom lip as he takes off your panties, the first lick pulls a gasp from you before he's delving into your heat and he moans.

"Fuck, fuck"you swear and arch your back as he holds your hips down, looking up at you as he licks your wet core and your fingers grip his hair again.

" kyungsoo"you moan his name again and he groans as he sucks your clit into his mouth, your hips trying to buck against his mouth but failing due to his grip.

"You taste so good" he groans against your heat and his eyes roll into the back of his head as you tug his hair, his tongue licking you feverishly.

"Oh- I'm gonna cum" you cried out, your legs threatening to close around his head but he wraps his arms under your legs and hums in delight as you cum, your body trembling.

He pulls away and licks his lips as he comes up to kiss your lips, your arms wrap around his neck as you deepen the kiss and your hands push his boxers down.

"Please , I need you"you whimper and he pulls back to pull off the rest of his clothes, you hadn't even noticed that majority of his clothes were still on and you just about ripped his shirt off because he was taking too long.

His lips return to yours once he was undressed and you moan into the kiss as you feel his cock grinding against your folds, covering his bare cock in your slick embarrassingly at that.

"you're so wet, I bet I could just-" he pushes his cock into your entrance and you moan at the intrusion, your nails digging into his lower back and he groans as he grabs your hands to pin them above your head.

"Move , please" you beg and he bites his bottom lip as he starts to fuck his cock into you , you both moaning out at the same time and his hands move down to your hips for better leverage.

His thrusts becoming rougher gradually and faster, your moans and the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

You'd feel bad about the red marks that littered across his back layer but right now you couldn't care less, especially not with him deep in your guts like he was.

Definitely not with him whispering praises into your ear about how well you were taking him, how you were crafted just for him and no one else.

"You're gonna make me cum again" you whimper and he reaches down to slap to your clit with his fingers , you gasped and cried out to him.

"You gonna cum all over your best friends cock?"he taunts you and you nodded your head, what would your friends think if they knew what you both were up to on this trip?

"Cum for me, come on pretty girl"he coos into your ear and you cling onto him, your face in his neck as you clench down around him, pulling a groan from his lips as you cum and he fucks you through your state of euphoria without slowing down.

"Fuck- almost there princess"he said and pulled back to drive his cock into your heat faster, now chasing his own orgasm and rolling your nipples between as he further prolonged your orgasm.

"Fucking hell" he quickly pulls and moves over your body, straddling your waist and strokes his cock until he's cumming all over your tits.

"Never pegged you for a tit guy" you smile at him lazily and he chuckles , leaning down to kiss your lips softly.

"Just yours"he gets off the bed and you smile as he disappears in the bathroom, you couldn't help but think back to earlier and him moving halfway across the world.

How would you make it work? Would it have been better not to explore this side of each other?

You only had 2 days left before your lives would change forever.

Well , a lot can happen in 2 days.

#exo smut #d.o smut #kyungsoo smut

[thesamoanqueen]

S.H.I.T [Sugar Honey Iced Tea]

Raiting: 18+

Warnings: SMUT; Semi-public sex; Riding, errors after errors after errors after errors after errors...

A/N: This week I took a break from my long fic to do my duties. Request from @nayys-world , dedicated to @mcreignsera for her birthday. Hope y’all like it!

The cafeteria of the gym where they had decided to train that day was not well stocked unlike the fitness rooms and in the grip of desire to get some fresh air, Y/N had crossed an entire block to find something to drink that was her liking and disconnect for a while. When she returned a half hour later, the music was still blaring through the wall speakers, but fortunately half the people who had come to peek at them had vanished from the gym by lunchtime and those who remained must have received some call because they didn't even mention crossing the threshold of the room where they had taken their places for the day. And so, free at last from sinuous looming presences and future car lifts in the garden, Y/N sat down on a bench, her own sugar honey iced tea in her hands, nibbled absently on the straw.

Shit.

Roman was still where she had left him, engaged in another endless series of exercises: it was the day of arms and shoulders. The tank top had stuck to his chest due to sweat, a few strands had escaped from the bun and the shorts he had been wearing were now creased due to the continuous movements.

She absorbedly sucked on some of her drink, swinging her crossed leg in the air, eyes on him and she began to feel it, the heat building and her abdomen liquid. He always had that effect on her.

When you did a job like theirs you got used to many things and if you were a woman, even to being surrounded by sweaty, half-naked men walking around as if nothing had happened. It hadn't been different for her, she had no shame in that area and she had gotten used to it for years, they didn't affect her, but Roman... he definitely had a certain effect on her. He succeeded dressed, with headset, a hood, messy hair and sometimes even those absurd glasses that he pulled out of the bottom of his suitcase, let alone in that state and after having been under the eyes of a wave of women who seemed to have landed there like an invasion of algae after a full moon. Not that Y/N was jealous or had any right to be, but one part of her was genuinely competing after almost getting a ponytail smack to her face and the other part was honestly too busy burning in her memory that missed sextape.

She watched him lean with one arm on the bench, the tattooed one lifting the dumbbell to tense the bicep, the deltoid swelling and rising. His forehead was sweaty, the veins in his neck bulged from the sustained effort, his jaw clenched. His movements reminded her too much of when they "were together" and Y/N felt her abdomen contract, while she saw him raise his gaze to look for her and stick his tongue out.

- Is it better this way? – she heard him ask as he settled into the bench for the last set of lifting exercises.

It was definitely better that way and it would have been even better if the leg of his shorts had been wide enough for her to peek where the sun wasn't shining, because he didn't like underwear and no, they weren't talking about that.

- Uh-uh… wait, what? - she asked absently, the straw pressing against her lip, trying to focus on what he was saying and not on seeing him lying there sweating.

- Though it was all those people around distracting you - he chuckled cockly, the weight bar already rising and falling above him with a heavy clang.

- Y'know… I wanted to ask where they bought all those beautiful, skintight outfits, but no one wanted to be my friends, so… I had to do something else – she complained with a mock sad expression and he shook his head slowly with an amused smile.

She watched him repeat the lift five more times to finish the missing set, broad chest widening, abs contracted under his shirt tensing with controlled breathing, and only then he set the bar down with one last muscle effort. He passed his hand over his face, sitting up, elbows resting on his knees and stretched out an arm, pointing his black bag in a corner.

- Baby girl could you…? – he asked, catching his breath and Y/N got up without asking anything else.

She rummaged through his things, pulling out a clean towel to dab at the sweat and the bottle of protein shake, stopping in front of him to pass it all. Roman appropriated the shake with one hand, the other arm pulling her by the hips towards him, until his forehead spitefully rested on Y/N's belly and she threw the towel over his head, making him disappear.

- So, what the problem was, hm? - he muttered after a few seconds from his hiding place, stroking her side as she dabbed the sweat on the back of his neck.

- Not even one. I was just enjoying the show and the tea was my break – she answered, feeling his nose rubbing from her navel down, his fingers running over the skin of her hip, his mouth placing a kiss on the protruding bone of her pelvis and making increase her heart rate.

He was inexplicably unable to hold back when they were so close and Y/N could only thank as always, her body already hot enlivening with every contact with his fingertips, his beard pricking her sensitive skin and his smell surrounding her. She heard him stop and looked down, seeing him emerge from under the towel with a raised eyebrow.

- The show?

- Your show. - she clarified, taking her hands away from his shoulders to bend an arm in a pose that wrested a hoarse laugh from him.

- I've been good. - he praised himself playfully and Y/N nodded more seriously than she’d have as Roman rocked her by the hips.

- I'd have paid to see it. Impressive.

- That's rude... I feel objectified. - he complained and Y/N put her hands on his shoulders again, to slowly sit on his lap.

- You can do it too with me. – she reassured him in a whisper, one of his big arms already around her hips to keep her closer and the other to touch her leg, abandoning the protein shake on the ground -… but if you 're too tired, I can take care of it for you.

Her proposition hovered between them for a while, suspended between the motivational music of the room and the sound of their breathing, until she stopped playing with the hem of his tank top and from the few inches that divided them, Roman looked up at her.

- Y'sure? - he inquired, swinging her gently on himself.

The ease with which he could maneuver her even in those insignificant gestures drove her crazy and she had already seen enough that day to just want to rip the clothes off him, to get some relief.

- Absolutely. - she spoke slowly, leaning down to tease him and then bite his lip lightly, prompting him to respond immediately.

She liked to let him have control. It was strange even for her to think, but Roman was the only man Y/N had ever let total control over her, breaking down any barrier. Things had never gone as she expected and even in her most pleasant moments, she had never happened to lose consciousness of herself and abandon completely, but with him it was different. It had always been different, she trusted him. She liked feeling vulnerable, knowing that he’d do anything to her, because she knew that he would never push harder than necessary, that he’d not take advantage of it. It was never the same between them, but they had found a balance and it seemed to work beautifully for both of them, that was new and Roman was trying to be good, Y/N could feel it.

His tongue had invaded her mouth without waiting, overwhelmingly savoring the taste of tea and honey even though he was going slowly and Y/N pulled back, biting his lip again, but with more force. She saw him jump for a second at that silent rebuke and she looked at him seriously, planting her hands on his chest to push him down onto the bench.

- I run the show, big boy. Stay down.

Though she wouldn't have called herself a romantic, she’d have gladly stayed and kissed him for the rest of her days, but she needed more right now. She wanted him inside her, completely and her body charged again, needy, as she ran a hand under his T, her fingers following the v of his abs, lower and lower.

- Babygirl… shit. - Roman let slip, stifling the scolding he must have been about to give her for that attitude, when Y/N grabbed his half-erect cock unceremoniously.

It throbbed between her fingers, hot and stiffer with every passing second. Just like Roman below her, who had dropped his head on the bench, eyes closed as he enjoyed her rough, hurried attention, his hands planted on her thighs to keep her above him altought it wasn’t necessary. With her free hand she traced a trail of sweat down his side, her nails slowly scratching his raised abs, she bit her mouth and a moan escaped her lips, rocking her anxiously on his thighs.

She couldn't mark him, he had a match scheduled and that thought made her mind run back to a few hours earlier, to all the crowd that had gathered inside that room to watch him lift that bar that was now forgotten above his head, thanks to her attentions.

He wasn't hers, but he was hers at that moment, briefly, once again and so she slipped back with her legs, hasty and greedy without thinking of anything else, making room in her shorts to vent the heat that seemed to burn her alive.

- F-fuck Y/N! - Roman moaned as she slid him inside her.

The sense of fullness and comfort that filled her, prompted her to close her eyes, head wandering in emptiness. She placed her hands on him, anchoring herself as best she could and her soft hips began to move frantically, following a rhythm that had nothing to do with the music. It only took a few of her thrusts for Roman to become truly ready and Y/N felt his tip pressing into her, pulsing between her folds, encouraging her to pick up the pace.

- G-god… you feel amazing! Ah! - she gasped satisfy, rotating her hips in a circle.

His flesh was pounding in her core, choked by the spasms of her pleasure that gripped him with no intention of letting go. He was hard, tense and with each rotation she had the impression of feeling him fidget looking for a space that he didnt have. She had sat on him with all her weight and if only she could, she would have stayed there and never let him go. One of Roman's hands moved to her stomach, up her torso to creep under the oversize shirt and grab her breasts. The pinch that tortured her sensitive nipple made her moan louder than the others and she instinctively approached his grip, rising just enough to give him breath. Her juices dripped slimy down his shaft and Roman forced himself on his legs, bullying into her as much as he was allowed.

- Ahh!

- You look so fuckin good on m-me – he growled heavily and Y/N looked down at him, feeling of having her face on fire and her breath caught in her chest.

There was always a moment in their meetings when he looked at her like that, almost with admiration and she could no longer control herself. Men looked at her in many ways, many inappropriate, but with him it was different, it was something strangely familiar…

She leaned down quickly, without too many problems or thoughts, hurriedly kissing him. His tongue filled her mouth again, warm and dominant, exploring without restraint as his thumb continued to torture her nipple. With only the tip of him inside her, Y/N gripped her walls with a needy moan, feeling him growl in response at that hold of his on the most sensitive part of him. His free fingers squeezed her buttock, accompanying the movement of her body on his shaft, spreading her walls as he slid into her with ever greater ease. His mouth had moved to her breasts, sucking and biting, she felt like she was going up in flames and being able to clearly feel the same tension in Roman's muscles beneath her was making her dizzy. Her stomach was turning fast, more than it should have, stimulated by too many directions and so she pulled away from him, an husky growl of protest filling the room despite the music. He grabbed her wrist, trying to bring her closer again, but Y/N smashed his hand into his chest, kicking up her legs to fall back on his boner.

- B-babygirl! F-Fuck ah! - he growled in a rough voice, dropping his head back on the bench and Y/N repeated that motion, over and over, forcing him to gasp beneath her.

- It's s-so big – she whined excitedly, more to herself that to him.

She'd found the perfect angle to hammer her sweet spot and for a second she closed her eyes, enjoying the jerks of her body and the thick intrusion of Roman, who anchored her to his body despite the precarious position and the sweat. When she opened them again she found herself looking at her reflection in the mirror on the wall, among training machines, racks of weights and posters. It felt surreal, as if that wasn't really her and for a long moment, she stared as her body swayed over Roman, taking him inch by inch. She saw her hands planted on him, her breasts bouncing with her movements, her hair messy and his fingers digging into her hips. Her juices were dripping down her shorts, his shaft was shiny, veins swollen and red from the draining blood. Something inside her tightened in an almost painful grip at seeing herself there alone with him and she jerked her eyes away, her mind and body liquid. She looked below her, meeting Roman's expression that hadn't mentioned for a moment to take his eyes off her and Y/N opened her mouth, trying to say something, anything, but it sounded like out of her throat come out now only moans.

- K-Keep going… mmh, d-dont stop! - he growled and Y / N increased her pace as much as possible, rotating her hips frantically, insisting on letting him sink inside her.

She clearly felt it throbbing, tensing with each encounter with her sensitive spot, each time her wet folds threatened to choke him with spasms. She reached behind herself, holding on to his thigh and threw her head back, hair tickling her back and the heat building out of control, making her belly crumple. Her breath caught in her lungs, mouth opening now voiceless and she closed her eyes, seeing only the whitish reflection of the hall spotlights beyond her lids as her climax exploded. She continued to rock her hips, trying to keep it as long as possible, but she stopped doing it the instant Roman rose again, regaining control of her to achieve his own release. She felt him everywhere, pressing against her breasts, sinking his fingers into her buttocks, aggressively sucking her neck and wrapped her shaky arms around his muscular body, hiding her face into his shoulder until after a couple of thrusts, she felt his cum fill her core.

Exhausted, Y/N reopened her eyes, in front of her again her own reflection or what one sensed of it, Roman held her against him, legs dangling around his hips and her face sweaty. She closed and opened them again as she caught her breath, her heart slowing its frantic race and felt his lips plant a sweet kiss on her temple, urging her to straighten up a bit and compose herself as best she could.

- So... you ride the show, hun? - he teased her with a tired grin.

- Y'feel threatened?– she pinched him, instantly feeling herself bouncing on his legs like a kid.

- Chill little one, sip your tea – he put her back in her place, while Y/N couldn't hold back a laugh as he reversed their positions to take his revenge.

Sip her tea, sure…

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[eternal-armin]

ii. SO, HOW SHOULD i begin this?

part two woo. hopefully i'll be able to catch up on this and maybe publish some other stuff now that i'm home a lot more often (yay pain and mobility issues), maybe some arcane stuff since that would be fun, branching out into my last hyperfixation again lol. i've proofread so it should be good :>

pairing : five hargreeves x male/transmasc reader [he/him pronouns]

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where : after trying and sort of succeeding to get on the hargreeves' good side, five and [y/n] try rationalizing the situation and figuring out something, anything, to do about it.

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warnings : mentions of trauma, threats [of physical violence and murder], reader is still totally exhausted because how could he not be, depression, dissociation, pain, bits of shouting, not necessarily a warning but viktor is always viktor in the multiverse because the boy deserves it okay, existentialism, philosophical nihilism, family issues.

five adjusted his clothes in the mirror. although he wouldn't be able to have a proper retirement, he could look like a retired old man, couldn't he? who would've thought that someone could get so excited for beiges and tans. he got an amused look of subtle approval from you. beyond that, it wasn't very hard to look past your façade if he was being honest, you looked hesitant; though could he blame you? there were probably millions of worlds where his family fucked you over or just straight-up killed you. and yet, you also looked too tired to care. he couldn't blame you for that, either.

he touched your shoulder again. in a flit of light, which once again made you feel horribly nauseated and woozy, you were downstairs. surprised exclamations roused from his family.

"anyone know where vanya and allison are?" five asked, glancing with narrowed eyes across the lacking table.

"nope." and after that short reply diego went back to finishing off his meal—for someone who often scarfed his meals down, he seemed to be taking his sweet time. either that or your fun conversation with five had not taken as long as you'd thought; either possibility was equally likely at this point, really.

"nuh-uh... sorry."

"not a clue, unfortunately. something wrong, tiny dancer?" klaus asked.

"well, we have a new problem."

"who's this guy?" luther pointed at you wish his thumb, not caring to cover his mouth; your nausea was worsened to see someone talking whilst eating. diego looked at you then, and you hated how his glare bore straight through your soul. he really, really didn't seem to appreciate your presence. how both of them could so willingly ignore the phrase 'we have a problem,' especially from five, was unknown to you.

"this is [y/n]. he's one of the sparrows."

you waved once to everyone. whether the sluggishness of the motion, and the weak smile which accompanied it, was due to shyness or exhaustion was incredibly murky and unclear.

"so now we're getting all buddy-buddy with the enemy? do you know how stupid that is?"

"i'm sorry, diego, did you not hear me say that we have a problem?"

"well, you say that a lot, little brother!" klaus leaned forward to see you clearer, giving you a smile. it didn't really placate your anxieties or your strong desire to run, however it was appreciated. he waved, and you again waved back politely, still feeling very... guilty for your earlier flub. it wasn't a new thing, either, and that made you feel even worse. "hello, little enemy! how do you look so young? do you use those, like, '10 years younger' face creams? i didn't know they worked that well—"

"that is not a relevant question, klaus, now can someone please tell me where allison and vanya are?"

you cleared your throat slightly. "vanya is most likely getting a haircut. allison is trying to get to claire, but she's... not going to find her." it left a bitter taste in your mouth to refer to viktor in such a disrespectful way, but you couldn't take that from him. upon receiving suspicious stares from the younger hargreeves brothers, you mumbled a quiet "maybe."

"mind telling us what the hell is going on before i deck this mini-muffin across the lobby?"

"hey, hey, do not use mini-muffin as an insult! those are beautiful things, there's nothing better than mini-muffins when you're on a bender at, like, three in the morning!" klaus got a confused and heavily judgmental look in return for that... beautiful insight.

"[y/n] has the ability to see all other timelines, so he can usually find out the most probable events. okay? good. now i need to find allison, so can one of you fetch vanya, please?"

"no, not good, and no thanks! after all we've gone through, we deserve a proper explanation!" klaus objected. after a second or two of awkward silence, and a scowling glare from five, he gave in with a curt sigh. it sounded more like a groan. the brothers looked at you; klaus was the only one to seem patient, showing the approval of a parent understanding a kid's fear of giving a speech; luther stared at you with a puzzling mix of intrigue and subtle impatience; and diego stared at you with a raised eyebrow, leaning his head in slightly as if to say 'i'm waiting.' five's glare, although still quite characteristic, was a bit softer when aimed at you. you could never feel more put on the spot.

"you've gotta say something, little man, we can't read your mind," klaus encouraged.

"well, uh... i don't know exactly what it is yet, but something is wrong."

"aren't you omniscient or some shit? you can see literally every reality!"

the shouting scared you quite a bit and certainly made your headache worse. you put one of your hands to your head, mumbling, wishing you could just get some painkillers. if only five had given them back.

"don't shout, for fuck's sake," five grumbled, annoyed in his own right.

"i'm not omniscient. if no other worlds know something, then i can't, and... no other world knows yet. but something is wrong." your quiet voice was juxtaposed to diego's, still loud and stubborn like back in the academy. around 79.4 percent of every single alternate world which had diego in it found him like this, angry and short-tempered; it was very interesting. "you aren't supposed to be here. you guys, as you are, don't exist here. i don't think reality appreciates you showing up all of a sudden. and if versions of yourselves already exist in this world, then something will need to... iron out the wrinkles, i guess." you pursed your lips for a second. "not to be too brash or anything, but, to really, really dumb it down, you're a mis—you're mistakes."

"seriously? five, i thought you said that this timeline would be safe to stay in." luther looked like a scolded puppy. you felt bad. he was far too sweet—naive? yes, naive—for this kind of life.

"yes, that's what i thought, but second opinions are pretty valuable in my line of expertise. turns out it was sorely needed." his brows pricked up a few times while he spoke. "but, like you said before, it may be a problem we can solve."

diego remained, unsurprisingly, unswayed. "you better not be including this wad of chewed gum in that 'we,' five."

"what is with you and insulting him? he wants to help. jesus christ."

"last time i checked, his entire family just kicked our asses out of our own house, i have a right to be pissed, and he's lucky i'm in no killing mood."

"i don't agree that he should be killed," luther began in solidarity, "but we have a reason not to trust him, right?"

you took a little breath and exhaled it in a quiet sigh. "i know my family can be... extreme. and bad sometimes. trust me. and i totally understand how you can be angry with them and with me and think that i'm not honest. but i never hurt anyone, and i want to help you guys. you're eccentric yourselves, but usually you're good people. you're, like, an actual family," you added, trailing off, "not a group forced to stay together for monetary gain."

five squinted at you slightly. was that one of the reasons you chose not to grow up? you couldn't be associated with the sparrows if you were half their age. throw on a pair of sunglasses and nobody could recognize you.

jeez. didn't that sound nice.

"you guys really deserve a place to rest. a stable place to live, even. and if we can figure this out, then maybe you won't have to live in constant fear of coming into contact with your doppelganger or something. live, like, normal lives. as normal as they can be, anyway."

diego, much to your surprise, seemed to listen to what you were saying. sure, he still looked quite ticked-off and impatient, but you couldn't really ask for too much from him, could you?

"and you're sure that this is a problem we can actually solve? for good?"

"i'm not exactly sure what the problem even is yet. all i know is that something is wrong. but every problem has a solution, even if it seems impossible sometimes." there was a twinge of sage, melancholic hopelessness somewhere in there, some subtle disbelief. "five is quite the expert in timelines and time travel-related problems and paradoxes, and i'm an expert in alternate realities and manipulating reality itself. if anyone can figure it out, i'm sure we can. and i have no doubt that all of you will also play large parts."

luther's face was screwed into an expression of brazen confusion. "so... we're, like, completely blind, and need to fight an enemy we know absolutely nothing about."

"pretty much," you mumbled.

"surprisingly poetic way to put that, luther, i'm impressed," five mused rather sarcastically. "unfortunately, however, it seems we're gonna have to do something terrible and unprecedented." perhaps for dramatic effect, perhaps to quell his own annoyances, he paused and sighed out a breath. "we're going to have to work together." he did not need to specify the parties specified in 'together.'

"well, personally, i think this is a splendid idea. perfect opportunity for family bonding, i'd say! we're surrounded by decent chinese food and competent beds and cable television. decent music, too! and diego can finally figure out some self-discipline by not constantly threatening to kill [y/n]! marvelous idea little ones." admittedly, klaus's unique way of talking and gesturing was quite calming to you. you were very grateful for him. oddly enough—maybe you should've stopped saying that when it came to the umbrellas—klaus seemed to be that pillar of tranquility for you. viktor as well.

"calm down, calm down. you know that he won't turn against us or whatever? you're sure?"

the question was directed at five but you answered for him. "i'm not strong and i've never been in good health. even christopher, without his powers, would be better at fighting you than i would."

"the fucking cube?" you nodded. he plastered a grin over a pouting scowl. he sighed, giving into the plan. perhaps some remaining distrust still lingered, however, he could deal with it. "we've gotta clue allison and vanya in now. i'll go get vanya."

"finally," five huffed, shaking his head. "i'm going to find allison. you said she's going to try and find claire? i'll go to her old house." and then, the next second, he was gone. a few seconds of... incredibly awkward silence passed, where luther was staring at you whole-heartedly.

"go on and take a seat, young whipper-snapper. do you have any dietary restrictions? or allergies? we've probably got something here you can eat, if you want."

you had asked to walk back home with five.

"why with me?" "it's a little bit selfish, but i really don't want to be alone right now, and you're the number one person i trust right now." "flattering," he muttered. "then why walk?" "i think better when i walk."

admittedly, walking was taxing for you right now, so it may not have been your brightest idea, but after this entire day you needed a nice break; the picturesque city sunset was nice, the breeze was subtle and sweet, and it smelled like food out there on the streets. viktor had offered to talk with marcus and try to make a deal; you'd asked him to be very, very careful. "i don't know if purposely seeking out the anomaly would be more effective, or if allowing it to reveal itself would be better. maybe we should seek it out."

five nodded slightly. "allowing it to reveal itself could mean that it becomes too powerful to stop."

"that's kind of what i was thinking. we don't know how it would reveal itself. what if it destroys something, or changes something? what if it hurts people?" your voice was quieter with that last proposition. it was the worst possible option in your mind; buildings could be rebuilt. changes could be undone, with enough time and patience. but people could not be undamaged, and they could not be brought back to life.

well, not permanently, anyway.

five's pace slowed a bit and he peered at you, strangely, for a moment. you avoided his eyes.

"surprisingly enough, i don't think this is the... worst outcome." "forgive me but i don't really believe you. we've got jack all on either side. essentially, we're alone." "you're used to it, five." "hmph. and you aren't?" "not in this way, i guess." there was more he wanted to say but you would not give him the opportunity to dig too deep. "there are worlds where your family is on board. trusts me, even, after some convincing. and there are also some where we narrow the options down. i'd love to be in one of those. but at least we aren't at each other's throats again, or diego's choking me to death." your voice soured. if you got too close, you could feel that pain. there your mind went then, trying to save your other selves out of some ethereal desperation you could never claw yourself away from.

"ow!" you hissed, clapping a hand to your neck where it had stung, sharp and sudden. "what was that?"

"you were seriously so spaced out you didn't see me?" five asked, though it barely sounded like a question. he sounded just barely concerned. you had looked like a glove without a hand. "jeez," he scoffed, shaking his head. "did you see anything helpful, at least? anything at all?"

your mind was still seared and shattered across uncountable realities and he could see that struggle to ground in your eyes. hear it in your breath. you had little mental fortitude left to respond. "sorry? can you repeat that?"

five didn't roll his eyes. unfortunately, he knew dissociation. he carefully took your hands in his, rubbing your knuckles like he'd seen you do before, and that seemed to give you... some amount of usable energy. it was also sort of difficult not to notice him, of all people, doing it, even while he sported an expression of general distaste for the situation; you couldn't tell if it was falsified or not. slowly, you were returning to your body, and it felt heavier than ever before. "what did you see?" he repeated, just as you asked, meticulously annunciating each word and using a decent pace.

you nodded slightly. "i saw a few other timelines. less fortunate ones." you didn't need to elaborate for five to understand what you were referring to. the broad strokes, anyway. "nothing really useful, though," you added after a second in total defeat.

"shit. well, that's alright." and though it clearly wasn't, you didn't say anything.

"how long have we been standing here?"

"... a minute or two."

"oh, great," you mumbled, shaking your head to yourself. your record was around two hours, sure, but it still sucked. "the... we should seek it out."

"wow. you remembered."

"we were having the same conversation a whole lot. given i was still alive and actually grew to trust you." it was a half-joke but it succeeded in getting a bare grin out of five. "we can't risk hurting other people."

"or destroying something," five added.

"or destroying something," you agreed, then furrowing your brow slightly. a cafe nearby was playing pleasant music; that was something keeping you tethered to this world in particular, as if five wasn't enough, but even he was quiet sometimes. "the only problem is we don't know where it is."

"or what it looks like. if it even looks like something at all. it could very well be invisible or incomprehensible." he scowled for a second, though not out of irritation, thinking rather loudly to himself. "we should start where we appeared, i think." you nodded in agreement. "if your... 'family' decides to work with us, all of us, then we can search a whole lot more. but we should get the basics out of the way."

"the beginning is always the most logical place to start."

"quaint way to put it, did you write the sound of music in another universe?"

"what part about 'literally any possible, feasible universe' do you not understand?" you joked, managing a small smile of your own, and five would be lying if he said he didn't feel a little bit relieved to see you humoring yourself again.

"i deserve that." he paused for a second. "i know you said that walking helps you think, and you definitely need to do that more, but you look like a dead man standing right now. i'd rather just drop you off at the academy and get back to my own family. are you okay to teleport?" you did not respond at first, taking careful account of how you felt and how you may feel after. eventually, and rather subtly, you nodded.

"my room is klaus's old room back in your universe."

"wow, that... makes it easier. safer, probably." that was the closest you were going to get to 'thank you' so you took it. you shut your eyes tight and breathed deep through that half-second nausea-bomb. you were happy to see your room when you opened your eyes; smelling like home, looking like home, feeling like pure comfort. five glanced about your room. somehow it looked exactly like what he expected from you, which was a compliment. it was cozy. well-lived—especially the bed. there were many blankets and pillows and a few stuffed animals, unmade, probably because you barely left it. he couldn't blame you, either.

looking at you, you seemed totally relieved and excited to be back home.

"are you going to let go of my hands now?"

five stiffened for a second, mumbling a hushed apology before letting go, shoving his hands in his pockets. you couldn't help but grin a little, tiredly, and he scoffed when he saw it. "don't look at me like that. i was helping you ground, since you evidently can't do it yourself sometimes." not that he could blame you, really. he couldn't imagine what it would be like to be... you.

you ignored the jab. "i'm surprised you're willing to wait to take care of this," you mumbled, hanging up your scarf and sweater, lazily rifling through your dresser to find something decently comfortable to pass out in. "you always insisted on getting things done quick. if not immediately."

"i'm desperate for one damn moment of peace. the world isn't being decimated just yet. i just want to sleep decently for once."

you smiled slightly. no one could work while exhausted, especially not when it came to your quandary. "go on and sleep then. i'll meet you at the obsidian again tomorrow."

"yeah. oh, uh, just remembered something. close your eyes for a few seconds."

"why?"

"just do it."

you scoffed, though without any sort of animosity or annoyance, shutting your eyes tight like he told you to. you heard the familiar sound of his blinking once, twice. "alright. you can look. here." he held out to you your bottle of painkillers. "nearly forgot to give them back."

"oh, sh—thank you." the relief on your face was quite plain and sort of comforting as well. he mustered a slight hum in response.

"good night."

"night, five. sleep well."

"hmph. we'll see."

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[ramp-it-up]

Taste

Pairing: Mob Boss! Sam Wilson x Rumlow! Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic); Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic); Brock Rumlow x Reader (platonic)

Word Count: around 4K

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Childhood hoods, childhood crush, childhood nicknames based upon appearance, young Brock, Steve, Bucky and Sam, skinny Stevie Rogers, sibings being sibings, bratty behavior, Angst, allusion to underage drinking and crime, toxic parents, protective bothers, allusions to underaged drinking, bratty behavior, a punch in the nose (accidental), bloody nose, shirtless Sam, kind of innocent reader, fingering, oral sex (female receiving) loss of virginity, pain during sex, p in v, raw sex (wrap it or don’t tap it), praise kink, after care. This entire fic is comprised of two flashbacks.

A/N: This is in the same AU Try a Little Tenderness and The Representative, and comes directly after Addicted To You. The AU is called This Thing of Ours.

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You were ten years old, it was 2002, and you were spending the summer in Brooklyn at your father’s house. 

It was long before the mob war that he created which separated your brother Brock from his best friends. 

And it was a time that would change you forever.

The July afternoon was hot and so was the block. Music was blaring from the speakers of someone’s radio and there was a buzz in the air: adolescence, ambition and a potential for violence. 

You a slave to a page in my rhyme book/Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up/Where them gangstas at?/ Where them dimes at?/They shootin'! Aw, made you look

They called you Bunny because of your teeth and your size. But you were a scrapper and could stand up for yourself. Your father taught you that. 

You also had a smart mouth, and roasted anyone who dared talk about you or your family. 

Your mother taught you that. 

When you came to your father’s house while your mother took her annual girls trip that summer, you found that your big brother was suddenly different. Gone was the quiet gangly 12 year old who drew up plans for world domination in composition books in his room; a wiry 13 year old who had friends who were just as scrappy and hungry as he was had taken his place.

Little Stevie Rogers never backed down from a fight. That’s where his best friend Bucky Barnes came in, backing him up when Stevie was against the wall. Brock was the kid with vision, the one who had a plan to get them where they wanted to be.

In power.

Your brother tried to ignore you, but you trailed after him because there was nothing better to do. One day, you sat in the stoop and watched him and his friends working to open the fire hydrant across the street from your dad’s house.

Your brother felt your eyes on them as you hugged your knees.You were a sight, bushy hair, glasses, braces, and an intense look on your face. He felt bad. 

For a second.

“Why don’t you go on over there and play dolls with Shandy and “n’em, Bunny?”

You glanced over at the girls playing on the next stoop, their braids wilting in the sun. They were playing with stiff dolls with stiff plastic hair and legs that didn’t bend. Not your scene.

You just poked your tongue out at him and moved to stand in the water now dripping out of the hydrant, your strawberry sneakers with the bows getting drenched. You smiled down at them, thinking of how mad your mother would be.

“Aw, c’mon Brock. She ain’t hurtin’ nobody. Let her have some fun.”

Bucky’s blue eyes shone down at you and you pushed up your glasses and looked up at him, squinting in the sun. Stevie’s bony elbow bumped into yours as you hopped to avoid the bruising gush of water along the pavement as they succeeded in their quest.

“Sorry.”

Stevie smiled at you. He really was a nice boy, even though he was pugnacious. Bucky was a smart ass, however.

“You don’t want her to melt, do ya? Your old man would skin you alive.” 

Stevie and Bucky laughed as Brock scowled. He didn’t have time for benevolence or little sisters. He had plans. He shook his head.

“Focus. We gotta stick with the plan. Sammy Wilson is coming over to talk about what’s happening tonight, and she doesn’t need to be around.”

You flipped Brock off behind Bucky and Stevie’s back, and he just scowled harder at you. No matter what you did, he didn’t engage with you like you wanted him to. How boring.

Bucky whistled. 

“Wilson is fast. That dude can run his ass off.”

Sam was on the track team at the high school down the block.

“I can beat him.”

Stevie puffed his bird chest out and Brock and Bucky laughed at him. You felt bad. 

“I believe you Stevie.”

He grinned at you and ducked his head.

Brock rolled his eyes and you flipped him off.

He pointed back at you.

“I’m sick of you. I’m telling Dad.”

You thrilled at the attention.

“Go ahead, I’ll tell him what you’re up to.”

Brock grabbed you by the shirt, snarling.

“You better not say a fucking word.”

You pulled away and landed on the pavement, your knee skinned. You kneeled, bending over to look at it, and to keep your tears inside, when you heard the voice of an angel.

“Need some help?”

You looked up into a face haloed by the sun. You reached for the hand that was offered and stood up to look into the face of 14 year old Sammy Wilson. And you were done for.

That gap tooth smile, those eyes. That skin.

You stared at him as you registered laughter around you. Sam spoke again.

“You okay?”

He seemed like he really wanted to know how you were.

“Y-yeah.”

He chuckled.

“You better clean that off.”

Sam took your hand and led you back over to the hydrant. He kneeled down, cupped water in his hand and cleaned off your knee.

“Sssssss!” 

It stung.

“Sorry. But it’s for your own good.”

You felt warm, and not just from the heat, as you let him take care of you.

You stared at him as he finished.

“That’s the best I can do. You need to get a band-aid.”

“Okay.” 

You would do anything he said. Sam looked up at you and it was like the air was sucked out of your body. You didn’t know what this feeling was, but it intrigued you.

“No problem. I got a little sister at home. Sarah. Just looking out. You gotta be careful.”

He smiled as he stood up and walked away. 

You watched him move over to the other boys, forever changed because that’s when you fell in love with Sammy Wilson.

You spent that last summer in Brooklyn as the unofficial mascot of the Savage Crims, the newest gang on the block. Steve, Bucky, and Sam adopted you and you became scout, lookout, and spy. It was the best summer of your life.

Your mother moved to Los Angeles that fall and took you with her. She started dating more legitimate businessmen, meaning the same type of men as your father, just with generational wealth and privilege.

It was a different world than New York. You went to fancy private schools and learned how to play the game. You were now a “friendly black hottie,” sidekick to the main character in every scene. 

But you were smart. 

As you grew older, you watched and learned and played the part, and soon, you were running the game. By the time you graduated from high school, you were the center of attention, just the way you liked it. 

Your mother was engaged, and you and she were on the cusp of something she’d dreamed of her entire life: being iconic.

You started your first two years in college at UCLA, but you convinced your mother that fashion was how you would enable yourself to meet the best type of men, and that Parsons School of design in New York was the place to be. 

You acted as if you were uninterested in reconnecting with Brock, who your mom thought hadn’t contacted you in eight years aside from telling you that your father had died.

You convinced your mother that you wouldn’t venture off the island of Manhattan, and she believed you because she was in the midst of applying the full court press on her man.

The truth was, you and Brock kept in touch regularly, and you were eager to see your brother again. 

And his friends.

So you flew back East in 2012, 10 years after you left, butterflies threatening to fly out of your mouth as you landed at Laguardia. 

After a few weeks in the city establishing your dominance, you showed up at the boys’offices unannounced. He knew you were in town, and told you about how successful he was now, with the help of Bucky and Steve. 

And Sam. 

You were going to go see just how successful everyone was. 

And how lucky you could get.

“Who the hell is that?”

Bucky peered at the camera about the buzzer to the brownstone. Steve came over to look as well.

“It can’t be… Brock, c’mere.”

“What is it? We’re trying to work out this next shipment…”

Brock looked at the camera as Sam watched his jaw drop from the table.

“Who is it?”

“Fuck! That’s Bunny!”

Brock backed up as Steve pressed the buzzer. He opened the door to wait for you to climb the stairs.

“Stevie!?” 

Your excited shriek was muffled as the now beefy blonde picked you up immediately to twirl you around into the loft space.

You stood back, feeling his muscles through his shirt.

“Wow! You have filled out.”

“I must have learned from you…” 

Steve looked you up and down when you heard a roar in your ear.

“Bunny!”

Bucky gave you a bear hug to where you couldn’t breathe. You pounded his back and punched him in the pecs when he let go. You caught your breath and then turned to Brock, whose eyes were shining.

“God, you’re grown up. You’re not my little Bunny anymore.”

“Shut up, stupid.”

You embraced your brother, surprised at your emotion. You were choking up, about to sob in his arms.

“I missed you.”

You whispered into his shirt.

“Missed you too, kid.”

You let him go and you dabbed at your eyes. You heard someone clear their throat and looked over to see Sam standing next to you.

“Hey Sammy!”

You tried to make your voice light, so as not to betray your feelings. You’d replayed this moment in your mind a million times.

He was a man now. And damn. What a man. Tall, dark and handsome. But with that same smile. 

Sam tried to be cool. Brock was right. You weren’t little any more. A full grown woman. He tried to not check you out because he knew Brock was watching, but damn. You were beautiful. All over.

“Well? Can I get a hug?”

Sam unfroze himself.

“Of course.”

You seemed to melt into him, your breasts pressed against his chest, his lats seeming to mold around you. He could do this all day. 

When Sam opened his eyes, he saw Bucky’s raised eyebrow and he released you, stepping back and over to the table to try and pretend that all of his senses were not tuned on you.

“How’s Sarah?”

Sam smiled.

“Good. You should call her.”

You smiled back

“I will.”

Bucky interrupted.

“Tell me all about your socialite world, Ms.Y/L/N.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Rumlow ‘til I die.”

You locked eyes with Sam.

“Who does a girl have to screw to get a drink around here?”

You joked and the room fell silent.

“No one.” Brock deadpanned. “And you’ll wait another year until you’re legal.” 

You rolled your eyes.

“Yes, like everything is legal up in here.”

It was just like old times: you giving them all hell. Although Sam’s hell was different now. 

Bucky handed you a bottle of water.

“Thanks Buck!” 

You sat and crossed your legs across from Sam and Brock.

“So. How’s things?”

You four talked for hours, ordering pizza from Sal’s and shooting the shit. It was almost midnight when they drew straws to see who would take you home. Sam drew the short straw. 

Lucky him.

You rode in the passenger seat of Sam’s BMW, arms folded across your chest, an adorable bratty pout on your delectable lips. He’d been watching that mouth all night, torturing himself with visions of those in various places on his body. He was getting hard. 

Sam stifled a moan which he tried to play off.

You jumped a little when he growled at you.

“What the hell is wrong with you, little girl?”

You turned toward him, mad.

“First of all, I’m not a little girl any more.”

“Yeah, Right.”

It sounded dismissive, but Sam was really just agreeing with you.

“Second of all, y’all really drew straws to take me home?”

You glared at him as he laughed at your outrage.

“I’m not the little tagalong from years ago. I didn’t even need you to take me home. I could call anyone to come get me. To come get this.”

You held up your flip phone and indicated your body. Sam’s dark eyes took you in and felt possessive. Holy shit, he was in deep. 

“I’m sure you got lots of hardheads after you.” 

Sam clenched his jaw and looked back at the road as he drove to The Village.

“We’re busy men, Bunny. We got important work to do. Brock will be working for a couple more hours, Bucky is running the streets, and Steve probably has a date right now…”

“At 1 am? You mean a booty call.”

Sam continued, ignoring you.

“But what will never change is us protecting you. We’re family, Bunny.”

You pushed his head and he glared at you.

“Same little boys is all I see. Important crimes, you mean.”

You huffed back into your seat, your breasts bouncing in your spandex dress. Sam fought to keep his eyes on the road.

“I’ll show you a little boy. Don’t try me, Bunny.”

You turned back to him, batting your eyes, but your attitude on 1000.

“I’d love to try you Sammy.”

Sam had the urge to take you by the throat and slide you up and down his dick, but he just squeezed the steering wheel harder, trying to ignore you. 

“Hey Sammy.”

He sideyed you. Your voice was too sweet.

“Let’s go get a drink.”

“Fuck no!”

“C’mon, don’t be a prude. I drank all the time in Europe this summer.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, this isn’t Europe, and I don’t give a fuck.”

You sat back in your seat, grumbling and frustrated. He would never see you as anything but little Bunny. By the time you got to campus, you didn’t even wait for Sam to park before you jumped out. He caught up with you, long legs gaining ground quickly. He grabbed your arm.

“Hey!”

“Let me go!”

You turned around and popped him in the nose by reflex.

“Shit!” 

Sam held his face and doubled over.

“Oh, my damn! I’m sorry Sammy. Let me see.”

“Stop…”

Sam pulled away from you and as his hands moved, blood spattered all over his shirt and the concrete below him.

“Oh no. Oh no. I’m so sorry.”

Sam was moving away.

“Just.. leave me alone. I’m okay…”

“No you’re not. I’m sorry Sammy. Come up to my place. Please. I’ll clean you up.”

Sam opened his watery eyes to see your remorseful face and let you lead him up to your apartment, up three flights of stairs. You took him immediately to the bathroom and you washed him up, giving him a wet washcloth and telling him to lean his head forward, indicating the toilet.

Sam sat down and did as he was told, pinching the bridge of his nose.

You sat on the floor below him and stared up at him, hugging your knees.

“I’m so so so so sorry Sammy…”

He looked at you, silent, and continuing to pinch his nose.

You stayed with him for 15 minutes until he stopped bleeding and stood up again, cleaning up a bit more. You felt so bad.

You stared at his shirt as he stood.

“Jeez, Sammy, take that shirt off, let me soak it.”

Sam remained silent, but took off his shirt.

You bent over to get some hydrogen peroxide from the cabinet, scrubbed the shirt a little, then soaked it in cold water.

Sam was watching your ass, almost feral at the fact that you were such a brat. You needed to be tamed. But you were Brock’s kid sister. He was so torn. 

“You can grab a sweatshirt out of my –” 

You turned around toward and stopped mid thought, mind blank at the sight of Sam’s shirtless form.

“Holy shit.”

Sam gave you a lopsided grin.

“You keep sweatshirts in your holy shit?”

You didn’t even hear the tease, just licked your lips as you stepped toward him.

“Sammy?”

Sam gulped and tried to calm down. But the look on your face was everything at the moment. He knew he probably should have, but he didn’t stop you as you entered his space. You reached your hand up to his nose.

“Are you ok?”

“I think so.” 

Sam reached up and manually shifted his nose. 

“Probably just broken for the third time. Been in a couple of scraps.”

Your fingers entwined with his and you brought them to your lips. Tears started to slide down your face.

“I’m sorry.”

Sam wiped the tears from your face with his thumbs.

“Don’t cry. I’m ok.”

He pulled you in for a hug, and then leaned back.

As you looked up at him, he whispered, “So damn beautiful, Bunny…” 

Suddenly, he was kissing your face, collecting your salt water with his lips. Then, he pulled away.

“What are we doing?” 

You began to nuzzle his palm, while your hands reached for his pecs.

“Stop thinking so much, Sammy…”

“Thinking’s what got us into this..”

You nodded.

“D’you know how long I’ve been thinking about this?”

Your eyes followed your hands as they traced his chest, then his sternum down to his happy trail. His stomach clenched at the sensation. He was too far gone.

“How long?”

“From the first time someone tried to be with me sexually. I never really wanted to, I mean I’ve messed around, I can suck your soul out, but I’ve never wanted anyone inside of me.”

You were tracing his hard on outside of his pants, your face upturned now.

“Are you trying to say that…you’re…”

You nodded again.

“You were always in the back of my mind, Sam. I only want you.”

Sam tilted his head downward and captured your lips in a kiss, as though it were inevitable.

You both drew back and then your lips crashed together again, your bodies pressed up against each other urgently.

The kiss was everything you ever imagined and everything Sam didn't know that he wanted. Your hands went for his belt buckle. At that moment, Sam placed his hands on your arms and pushed you away from him.

“We can’t do this.”

You nodded, stepped back and took a deep breath.

“You’re right. You’re one of my brother’s best friends. No need for you to pop my cherry or anything.”

You two stared at each other. Then you licked your lips. Sam cocked his eyebrow, trying to restrain himself from the animalistic urges your filthy mouth gave him.

“You little brat.”

Sam grabbed your neck to pull you close to him. He reached down to pull your skirt up and he rubbed your ass like he was trying to shine it. He then put both hands on you to spread your cheeks apart. Your wetness was evident in the sound. You buried your face in his chest, embarrassed.

“Sounds like you really want this.”

For once in your life, you were speechless, and Sam reached down and angled your head up so he could look at you.

“I need you tonight Sam.”

You kissed him again and tried to get on your knees. But Sam stopped you and led you over to your bed.

“You’re the queen right now.”

You pulled off your dress and stood there in your bra and panties as Sam pulled you toward your bed to lay beside him, his hand caressing down the side of your body. 

He moved his fingers over the lace of your bra to find your nipple, and when it was discovered, he pinched it to see your reaction. The way your eyes closed halfway and your mouth opened was everything. He reached behind you to expertly unhook your bra and looked down on you.

“You're so beautiful.”

And he dipped his head running his tongue around the edges of your areola, making your nipple rock hard against his breath. Then, he started sucking in earnest, his huge hand going to tweak and play with the other. You threw your head back in earnest, the feeling in your cunt growing with each pull of his mouth. You started moaning.

“You mean to tell me…. That no one has ever… had the pleasure…”

Sam asked the important question between having his mouth on you. He couldn’t get enough.

You shook your head and furrowed your brow. It was taking you out of the moment. Sex was just a means to an end for you up until now.

“I suck them off, and they’re satisfied. S’not a big deal….. Ahhhhh.”

Sam stopped what he was doing to look into your eyes. 

“It is a big deal, Bunny. You deserve everything.”

Sam tenderly kissed your lips as he pulled your panties off, and then returned to your breasts. Tears slipped down your face to the pillow beneath your head as he finally parted your legs. His hand, led by his long middle finger slid down your wet, wet folds to play in your slick. 

“Mmmmmm. That’s that shit I like.” 

Sam rumbled in his chest, and the vibrations reached your nipple, causing you to arch into his mouth and hand. Sam’s fingers worked your clit and you could feel it get hard and plucky. You heard the sloshing wetness of your arousal. So did Sam. He pulled off to look at you again.

“You ever play with yourself?”

The look on his face was part possession and part genuine concern.

“Of course. But not this goooddddd…. Shit Sam. I just hit it and quit it…. Fuckkkk that feels good.”

Sam was plucking your nipple with one hand and rubbing your clit in expert circles with the other, watching the ecstasy on your face as you neared your peak. 

“C’mon for me now. Cum. right here in my hand…Yes…. That’s a girl…”

It hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Holy mother of……ssshhhhhhiiiiittttt! Sam! Fuckkkk fuck fuck fuck!”

You tried to grab his hand to move it away, but he was strong. Oh so strong. He didn’t stop.

“Sam… I… Sam stop..I can't…”

“You can, and you will. Take it. You’re tough. You can take it.” 

You convulsed as your pulses slowed down and you tried to relax.

“That’s a girl. Just give it to me. Let me have it. Love that shit. You’re beautiful right now, you know that?”

You calmed under his praise and got into the groove of his pleasure.

Sam’s fingers started exploring you, one of them sliding easily inside you, so he added another, but when he reached the second knuckle, you clamped down hard.

“Shit, Bunny. You’re so so tight.”

Sam looked at you with lust and you could feel his cock throbbing against your thigh, his precum making a mess.

“Thought that first one would have loosened you up. Looks like you need at least one more.”

Your eyes grew wide as he slid down your body, fingers still inside you, but now his mouth clamping around your clit, which was still sensitive. Your knees closed around his head and he pried them off with one hand.

“Take it Bunny. You deserve.”

It was the last thing he said before he destroyed your soul with his mouth. He licked and sucked and lapped, and his fingers slid inside you and curled the spark of pain muted by the fireworks behind your eyes as you came harder than you ever had in your life, including a few minutes earlier.

“Hnnnnh, hunnnnnnhh. Sam…”

He was kneeling up now, grabbing for his pants and a condom. When you saw the foil packet, you stopped him.

“No Sammy. Wanna feel you.”

Sam raised his eyebrow.

“Mom put me on the pill when I was 13. It’s like a vitamin now. I’m good.”

Sam nodded and his thumb went to your still vibrating clit as he swiped his head in your viscous slit. He managed to pop his thicker-than-you-thought head inside you, but you yelped in pain as he tried to slide in.

He leaned down, arms on either side of your head as you clutched his shoulders.

“You good?”

You nodded, tears in your eyes as you smiled.

“I want it, I need it. Give it to me.”

Sam looked at you, shook his head and smiled.

He slid inside you slowly, seeming to grow wider and longer with each inch that he gave you. The burning between your legs was soothed by his praise and tender kisses on your forehead.

“There you go.  Feels so so good for me Bunny. You’re doing so good. I can’t believe this… Make me wanna cum already. This pussy is so tight. And so good. Better than I’ve ever had…”

Sam relaxed you, and you began to enjoy that he was taking you apart. When your moans matched his thrusts was when he started to give it to you, his will power waning.

You were the epitome of desire.

He hiked your leg above his hip so that he could dig deeper and his thumb found your clit again.

“One more Bunny. Just one more…”

He felt you flutter around him and he gripped the base of his cock. 

“Sammy….”

“Yes… oh… fuck yes….”

“Ohhh! Ah!”

Your cream gushed around him as you came and Sam grunted and let go inside you.

“Fuuuuucckkkkkkkk aahhhhhhh ahhhh. Fuck!”

Sam felt like he his balls would never empty and he slumped on top of you, feeling your arms snake around him to hold him.

“Mmmm… Sammy.”

He could hear the smile in your voice. He leaned up off of you and kissed your nose, looking into your eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You smiled at him and Sam’s heart was gone. You had it locked up.

“Better than okay.”

He kissed you again.

“Stay right here.”

He went to the bathroom, coming backwith a washcloth and tenderly cleaned you up. You heard the bath running.

“You’re going to be sore.”

“Yes. I’m going to feel you for a week.”

Sam grinned and you saw his cock come to life. You smirked and gingerly moved ot get out of bed.

“Join me in the bathtub Sammy. Wanna try the wet and wild….”

Sam was hypnotized by the sway of your ass.

He didn’t think of the implications of what just happened. He’d had a taste, and his hunger was voracious. He just wanted you.

And that would become a problem.

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Eyes on Me

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Word count: 4300

Pairing: afab reader/Dieter Bravo/Cecil (Revenge for Jolly!)

Rating: so explicit. MINORS DNI:: Clicking read more implies your consent!

Warnings: Chastity play, orgasm delay/denial, public use of sex toys under clothing, pegging, canon typical drugs/alcohol use (so... A lot, but not in graphic detail), oral, anal, piv, established relationship - no condoms, cum eating, degradation play, subby boys/domme afab reader, no use of y/n and no descriptors other than having hair, enthusiastic consent, hand jobs, cock warming, a tremendous amount of fluff

Summary: Dieter Bravo is up for his second Oscar after Cliff Beasts 6 (shockingly) propelled him back into the spotlight. He's (mostly) sober and in one of his first solid relationships of his life. All he needed was a firm and indulgent hand. With you and Cecil, he gets everything he could hope for.

Or: You and Cecil are the other two thirds of Dieter's very- public polycule. You take care of him before and after a red carpet event, in your own special way. Both of your sweet, easy boys only ever beg for more.

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It's four hours until the Oscars and Lead Actor nominee Dieter Bravo, instead of being in a makeup chair getting dolled up by designer artists and enduring endless photoshoots, is suffering.

At least, to the untrained eye, he might be. You know different. You watch the tears break the waterline, dribbling into his ears, and smirk, petting Cecil for his hard work.

"Please-- please, mamí -- I need to cum," Dieter chokes, this stomach flexing hard, trying to drill his hips upward into Cecil's mouth. Cecil takes his whole length easily, his gag reflex long since trained out of him.

Dieter has you to thank for that, he knows. He's seen what you do with Cecil when he's across the world on a set and you're having fun at his house. You send videos and instructions on what he should do to himself when he watches them. When he's away, he watches endless loops of Cecil on a Sybian, deep throating a toy suctioned to the wall, or bound on all fours, his ass in the air while you toy him mercilessly, or on his back with no bondage but his own will, while you suck his cock slow and cruel, his whines and tears a symphony for Dieter to jerk off to in his trailer, alone.

Dieter just whines harder when Cecil moves with him, dutifully keeping the languid pace you set. He's fun, loves drugs and cutting loose and being goofy. Deiter adores him. But he's also a well-trained pet; nothing will make Cecil pause like the prospect of disappointing you.

You had both come into Dieter's life nine months ago, already together. He had met Cecil first, at a club where the guy was trying (and succeeding very well) at bumming drinks and hits off joints from the crowd at large. Dieter had watched him for a long moment that felt suspended in time (he had been high as fuck-- it could have been barely a minute) before he motioned the pretty young thing over. Cecil had been rumpled in jeans, boots, and a tee shirt, but his face was gorgeous, and Dieter had liked his energy. When he asked Cecil to come home with him, Cecil had straightened.

"My lady won't like being left out," he had said, which had struck Dieter square in the chest.

"You got a lady?" He'd asked. Cecil nodded, the motion loose from his heavy intoxication.

"I'm looking for a third. We do that now 'n then. You think I'm handsome?" Cecil had blinked up at Dieter with those huge soft eyes and Dieter had been helpless to nod.

"I do. Does she love you?"

"She loves me like no one ever has. I love her. She's so good to me, Dee," Cecil's eyes had gotten huge and wet, and Dieter only nodded. "She'd be really good to you."

"Can I be your third?"

Cecil had taken Dieter back to the apartment you and he were renting. He had been with you for over a year already, and was well-used to doing whatever you told him to do. Dieter had met plenty of dommes, women who he went to his knees for easily, but he had never met someone as easy to drop and open his mouth as Cecil. Hell, Dieter himself had never met someone he was more than willing to be compliant to than you.

That night, you had coaxed him easily to his knees. He's hardly been off them since.

Your soothing voice drags him back to the present.

"Now baby, we talked about this. Use your words correctly. Do you really need to? Are you going to use your word?" You ask, kneeling behind Cecil, your strap deep in his ass. He moans around Dieter's girth and rocks his hips back, asking for more, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. You drag your hand up his sweaty spine, into his hair, holding him down, his slick lips flush with Dieter's pubes.

"Agh! No! No, Mamí I can wait! Oh, fuck-- sssssCecil--!"

Dieter blinks down at Cecil and immediately drops his head back to stare unseeing at the ceiling. He is wholly unable to watch what's happening to him- he's on a hairtrigger as it is. The very sight of Cecil's glassy, unfocused eyes as he floats along in his subspace, red-faced and choking on Dieter's cock, his ass stuffed with yours, is nearly too much to bear.

He wants to grab so bad, but you told him not to touch- his fingers twist in the sheets by his head, instead. You watch him writhe, his jaw dropping and brow crumpling in distress as Cecil chokes hard, running out of oxygen, and you yank him up and off.

A long thick line of spit connects Cecil's swollen, slack lips to the tip of Dieter's throbbing cock. Dieter makes a strangled sound at the sight of it, his balls crawling up, but he bites his lip hard to distract himself from the imminent need to come. You slap him once, hard, on the inner thigh and he jolts with a heady whine.

"Roll over, Dee," you command, and he does, flopping to his front like a despondent ragdoll. Predicting your next command, he wriggles down and folds himself over the edge of the bed. "Good boy, Dieter. Cecil, eat his ass, baby. I need him nice and wet for his toy. Don't let him come, remember?"

"Yes, mamí," Cecil murmurs, twisting his hips back into yours mindlessly, and dives his face between Dieter's cheeks.

"Fuck," Dieter whines, reaching back to hold himself open. He desperately wants to fist his cock, to disobey, but he knows if he does, you won't follow through with the scene today. And shockingly, he wants that endgame more. You've managed to teach him how to relish in the glory of delayed gratification, and he's revelling in it now.

Cecil, for his part, absolutely devours him. Burying his face between someone's legs is a pleasure only second to burying his cock somewhere agreeable. After more than a year with you, he knows that he will get his pleasure, especially if he's good enough. You make him feel good, and now he has Dieter, too. It blows his mind, sometimes, that you had taken him in when he was on the verge of a mental break, cared for him, gave him something to work toward and have agency in. He loves you. There is nothing he won't do that you could possibly command. Your disappointment, to him, is tantamount to the apocalypse- unfathomable and terrifying. He does his best to make sure he never displeases you, and it rarely happens.

He adores the feel of your cock inside him, just sitting, rocking slowly and unevenly. It sends little frissions of electric pleasure up his spine. Cecil tips his hips up and back, spreads his knees another centimeter apart, his tongue buried as deep as he can get it in Dieter's clenching asshole. Instead of reaching down to fist his cock- you haven't said he could touch himself yet- he wraps his forearms under Dee's hips, his hands on the top rise of his narrow little ass, and pins him, rendering the much larger man wide open and immobile. He sucks on the rim and then, when Dieter clenches around him tellingly, slides his hand under, cinching his long fingers tight around the base of that fat cock, and stiffens his tongue to plunge back inside when Dieter inevitably bucks backward away from the pinch of pain.

He had been about to come.

"Fucking-- CECIL!" Dieter howls, writhing in his grip. You smack Dieter's ass, hard enough to leave a handprint and make the muscle wobble. Cecil pulls his tongue out and bites the red swell of flesh, making Dieter yelp indignantly.

"Don't you yell at my perfect boy, Deiter Bravo. He's doing what he was told to do; you are misbehaving. Don't think I can't see you trying to rub off on the sheets."

Dieter whines and goes limp, hissing when Cecil backs away at your command. You reach and drizzle lube over Cecil's long, pretty fingers and drop a kiss on his cheekbone. "Use your fingers, baby. Open him up real nice for our toy."

Cecil easily slips two spidery fingers up inside, avoiding Dieter's prostate, and scissors them. He lays his cheek on Dee's ass and watches the slide of his digits in and out, feeling something similar from behind on himself as you rock into him. When he slides a third finger inside, you gift him a firm slide over his own prostate, making his cock drool onto the wood floor between his knees. If you're not careful, you'll milk him dry before he can even come. And he's been too good a boy for that.

"Enough, baby. Hand me the plug, please," you croon, scritching through Cecil's hair. He pulls his fingers out, smirking when Dieter whines at the loss, and hands you the silicone plug Dieter will be wearing until you take it out tonight.

It's silicone and flexible, not overly large, but a constant reminder when he's moving, walking, or sitting. It's just short enough to tease his gland, or brush it when he sits. As long as he doesn't squirm, it's fine. Dieter whines when you seat it easily and pat the base, making him clench.

"Is it the vibrating one?" He asks, slurring his words like he's wasted.

"No, you asked for no surprises in case you have to go up and give a speech," you respond. He nods and slides down to sit on his heels in front of Cecil, letting the smaller man rut against him, seeking a kiss.

"Please, mamí," Cecil whines, bucking hard when Dieter sneaks a hand down to rub his whole wide palm over and then cup Cecil's purpling dick.

"Good boy, Cecil. Stand up with me now. Dee, hands by your feet. Put your head back on the bed." You grip Cecil's hips and haul him up, standing without pulling out the rainbow horse cock toy you have him impaled on. Dieter settles on his heels, his dick softening with lack of attention, and drops his head backward onto the mattress. "Open up."

Cecil's not allowed to touch his cock unless you tell him he can. He whimpers and waits, teary-eyed and drooling with desperation as you reach down and pump him a few times, notching his sticky-wet head between Dieter's lips.

"Fuck yourself 'til you cum, baby boy. You've been so good for me," you croon, petting him everywhere you can reach while he ruts forward into Dee's throat and back onto you. It takes mere seconds- he's far too wound up. Dieter swallows his load, licking and laving his tongue over Cecil's softening length to clean him of every drop while he shudders and whines at the sensitivity.

"Good boy, Cecil. I want you to take Dee to the bath and wash yourselves up. I'll call Bec," you pull your cock out of Cecil's ass and let him go, watching them stumble to the en suite while you dig for your cell and call his stylist and preferred on-retainer makeup and hair artist.

They are both due within the hour, and you are due an orgasm. You pick up the cock cage Dieter will need for the evening and saunter into the bathroom.

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Dieter fucking hates red carpet events. He takes no interviews down the row, only holds still for a scant few photos, and disappears inside quickly to find his seat and start swiping drinks off waiters' trays. His head is swimming with his anxiety meds and the dregs of the joint he'd smoked on the way over.

He needs a drink. Something stronger than champers.

Minutes later, he spots you and Cecil being ushered in the audience entrance and led toward his reserved row. You look stunning in a gown he picked out-- barely more than a sash, completely open to the waist in the front and back, a gold band about the natural waist to cinch it- and nothing underneath but carefully placed tape and a stick-on filming guard over your pussy. He adjusts his weight in his seat and curses the pinch of the cage on his cock for the thousandth time.

Cecil looks incredibly out of place despite the tidy cut of the suit and how pretty he is. Bec had done wonders with his gorgeous black curls. His thick scruff and sharp cheekbones catch the lighting perfectly as he follows you like a puppy with his typical slouching gait. Dieter wonders idly how many edibles you let him have before you came. His eyes are glassy but he's behaving- it can't have been too many. He wonders if you have more in that tiny clutch, or squirreled away in Cecil's pockets.

"Would you like a drink miss? Sirs?"

You give the waiter a kind smile and set your clutch on the table. "A cherry Italian margarita for me, please. And two double Taliskers, neat." The waiter nods once and disappears. Dieter reaches up and takes your hand, urging you to sit. You each take a side, effectively blocking him from dealing with whoever's assigned to be his row partner.

Cecil drops a hand on his thigh and leaves it there, and you take Dieter's opposite hand, and soon (not soon enough) the lights dim and the show begins.

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He's absolutely fucked.

There's cold metal in his fist and a dull ache in his pants, and his eyes can't focus on a thing. He can feel Cecil nearby; those long, pretty hands are on him. One of you has kept a hand on him all night. He likes it. He looks down at Cecil's long, slim hand on his ribs, overlapping the velvet lapel and the loose buttons there and tries to listen through the cacophony of music to what he's saying.

"Hmm?" He squints, dropping his forehead down to Cecil's shoulder. The man shouts and it's still nearly drowned out.

Something about you going out to call the car.

He doesn't remember who gave him the coke, or the last five drinks, but he knows he and Cecil have been partaking since he left the awards stage with his new trophy. You had a few drinks and mostly mingled, watching from the edges while they danced and got absolutely smashed.

He kisses Cecil messily on the dance floor, there in the middle of the after-party, and hears the sussurus of shutters clicking; the few paps allowed in getting their gotcha shots for the night.

Fuck 'em. He came out publicly as bi ages ago, and as poly with you two sometime in the last several months. It's nothing new. Maybe to the tabloids it's just juicy, considering he just won for a goddamn cowboy movie. He hasn't been seen being a menace or an embarrassment for months- they're thirsty.

Cecil kisses him back like a starved man, he always does. Dieter thrives on it, especially when everything is too loud and too much. You're both good at dampening the crowd, in different ways. He sucks on Cecil's tongue like a cock and pants into his open mouth, begging to go home, to come.

"I wanna fuck her," Dieter whines, his legs shaking when Cecil grins against his mouth and slots a thigh between his legs. The pressure on his heavy balls, his caged cock, is unbearable. The toy in his ass is starting to chafe, which is what prompted you to go get the car. He's remembering now.

"She's probably waiting on us now, c'mon," Cecil pants. He takes Dieter's hand and leads him through the press of the crowd toward the doors. He swipes a bottle of liquor off a tray and knocks back two drinks from their table (not theirs- some other actor's remains). They frot again in the elevator down from the rooftop, with Cecil against the wall, utterly soft and moaning encouragingly while Dieter pins him with his bigger frame and holds his face. There are other people in here, Dieter thinks passively, but he couldn't care less. He won, and he's about to take two people home he cares about. He's high and drunk, and happy. It's a nice change of pace from his usual lonely depressive benders.

The doors open, and suddenly they're in an absolute swarm of paps crowded into the lobby.

Dieter squints against the complete wall of flashing lights and slides his dark glasses up his nose. He clutches his Oscar tighter and pulls Cecil behind him, walking the harrowing path out to the relative safety of the covered garage.

You're leaning on a guardrail there, talking to someone on your phone. You smile at both of them and wave them over. For as stoned and drunk as he is, Cecil is the more steady on his feet. He leads Dieter over to you in a mostly straight line and you let him fold into your chest.

"Have you had fun, baby?" You ask, carding through his gelled, sweaty, tacky hair. He nods and fumbles for your skin, wanting you closer.

"'s a good party," he slurs, and you huff a laugh of agreement into his shoulder. The car pulls up behind him and you three pile in.

Dieter watches LA speed by outside the tinted windows, nursing the bottle of tequila Cecil had swiped. They trade it back and forth. He wants you to rub him off, but he knows you'll make him wait to come til you get home. Even if you start now, he'll have no relief for ages. If he's patient, a trait you've taught him well, he'll get everything he wants and more.

He wants to explode into a billion pieces and then those pieces dissolve, to be nothing for a while. To be held in yours and Cecil's hands, and everything is quiet and nothing at all is expected of him.

"Cecil, baby," you say, and he lolls his head over to hum at you in question. Dieter blinks and takes the bottle back when you beckon the younger man across the limo's width with a crook of your finger.

"Hasn't Dieter been such a good boy tonight, baby?"

"Hmm. Yes, mamí. He has. Won a pretty award and made his nice speech. Shared all his friends and booze and drugs with us. He wants to fuck you," Cecil says bluntly. He can't lie to you for shit. Anything that's told to him is told to you, even if it's nothing.

Dieter swallows and looks at you.

"Does he?" You cup Cecil under his chin and make him kneel between your knees on the floor of the limo. He goes easy. Dieter feels his cock protesting the snug cage again and winces.

"We'll be home in ten minutes, baby. He wants to bend me over the second we get in the door, doesn't he?" You urge Cecil to turn and sit on the ledge of the seat between your thighs. You reach around him and open his trousers. Dieter's eyes are riveted on your hands.

"Yeah mamí, he does. Wants to fuck you so bad, he's gonna come too soon. He's gonna wanna go twice. Oh, shit," he gasps, hands curling on the outsides of your thighs. He keeps his dark eyes on dieter, enjoying being put on display.

Cecil is simple- you both think he's pretty, and you care for him, and he wants for nothing, so he likes to be what you want- a toy. He only ruts a little into the loose curl of your fist and your other hand comes up under his chin, pulling him back against you. The back of his head goes over your shoulder; he's pulled taut against you and you're stroking him to fullness.

"Keep your hands away, baby. I don't need those. If he's gonna fuck me, we gotta take care of you, right? You've been a good boy, too. You kept our pretty boy safe tonight, kept your hands on him. Made sure no one gave him anything nasty, right? What all did you have baby?"

Cecil shudders when you pull him out of his trousers. You watch Dieter, his eyes like glinting black gems in the passing streetlights. He is about to snap. You can see him adjusting his weight on the seat very minutely.

"Dieter. Come sit across from us. Straight on your ass, hands on your thighs," you command, and he nearly falls over in his scramble to comply. "Cecil?"

"We had lots of drinks, mamí. Mostly weed. A few lines of coke. Not much. Mos- ahhh-- mostly weed."

"Thank you baby. Such a good boy. Isn't he, Dieter?" You ask. Dieter blinks at you owlishly and nods. "Tell him, sweetheart."

"You're so good Cecil. So pretty. Such a good boy. Kept me safe, from them, and myself."

Cecil whines and nods, desperately pleased. He loves being praised so thoroughly. You tighten your fist around him and start stripping it hard, coaxing a quick and brutal orgasm out. You've only got a few minutes left.

His hands scrabble at the backs of your knees. Dieter watches your hand, panting, wanting to cup himself. Mindlessly, he does, and you stop, your hand tight around Cecil's base. He whines pathetically and thrusts his hips up, chasing friction. Your hand under his jaw tightens and Cecil sags against you, leaning into it.

"Are you allowed to touch my cock, Dieter?" You ask pointedly, and he gulps. He's been so good, he doesn't want to ruin his reward for a thoughtless gesture. He slides his hand away under your pinning glare, and you begin again.

This time, Cecil is already precariously on the edge. He comes with a sharp gasp as you're entering Dieter's neighborhood. He doesn't even hesitate when you hold your hand up, licking it clean while he comes down.

He sucks on your fingers and stares back at Dieter while the driver navigates the Hollywood hills. "I wanna kiss you," Dieter whines, and you smile.

"Come here then, sweetheart," you croon, and he folds forward on his knees, sandwiching Cecil tight between your chests as he dives over his shoulder and claims your mouth.

When the car parks, Dieter practically throws himself out of it, beelining for the door. You get out and thank the driver and help Cecil do up his pants (he's already mostly asleep) and follow at a more sedate pace. You find him in the bedroom, already naked and kneeling by the bed, practically vibrating. Cecil walks straight to the couch, kicks his pants off, and passes out on his front. You snort at him and turn back to Dieter.

"Come help me get these stickies off, sweetheart." You slink out of the completely seamless dress and are left in nothing but the pasties. He scrambles forward and gently picks the edges off one by one, peeling carefully on your tender flesh while you play with his hair. The long, thin silver chain with the key to his cock cage ends between your breasts in a tiny locket. He kisses over the red patches left behind by the stickers over your nipples and mound, and nuzzles the locket, whining faintly.

His eyes are so wide and soft and dark you could easily get lost in them. "Please, mamí."

You smile indulgently at him and nod. "Okay, sweet thing. Go get a towel and get on the bed."

He darts into the bathroom and comes back, eager. You take the key out of your locket and snick the tiny padlock open. When you pull the plastic sleeve off, he hisses as his cock immediately starts to inflate.

"Eager boy. What do you want to do to me, sweet thing?"

You pull the ring off from around him and cup his balls, making him flinch again. "I want you on all fours. Wanna hold your tits and kiss your neck while I fuck you til you come. Wanna come inside, and sleep there."

Your eyebrows raise at the thought he put into it. You glance at the Oscar glinting on the little table beside the bed. Best Lead Actor in a Drama Film, it says. Underneath, added tonight during the party: Dieter Bravo.

"I want that too, sweetheart. Give it to me?" You blink up at him, and he folds forward, melting over you.

He wants the plug out, and you remove it. After, he licks you til you're dripping and slides inside, basking for a long moment before draping his weight down and holding you tightly to all of him.

Dieter loves connection; skin contact. For all that he's never been alone for more than a day, LA is a lonely place. The spotlight is cold.

You're warm. Cecil is warm.

Dieter barely lasts ten minutes in the end. He tears up and clutches at you and empties himself, swirling fingers over your clit until you pulse around his tender, aching length inside. You let him stay there, and he wants to weep.

The comedown is hard. He hasn't been this intoxicated in a long time, now.

The loneliness has abated. You and Cecil give him everything he doesn't have already. He has money, fame, connections, too much attention, friends who want things and friends who want clout. Two Oscars.

He finally feels like he's won.

Cecil snores loudly across the room. Dieter plays with the ends of your hair until he too, drops off. They're both going to feel like absolute dog shit tomorrow. You text the personal chef who comes on Sundays to meal prep and ask for a tray of water and breakfast to be left outside, not expecting a response. She gives none. You listen to them snore for a long moment in the dark, simply being, and finally drift off.

#dieter bravo #the bubble #Cecil #revenge for jolly #pedro pascal characters #oscar isaac characters #reader insert #dieter/ Cecil/ you #dieter bravo/reader #dieter bravo / you #cecil / reader #cecil /you #boys whimpering #boys kissing #subby dieter #subby cecil #smut #minors dni

[justagalwhowrites]

Celestial - Part of For You - A Collection of Requests Benefitting Palestine

Din takes his beloved to see something special.

Event Terms: Commissioners could choose to donate between $15 and $50 via Ko-Fi for one fic of 1-2k words to be written by April 1, 2024. Payment due after completion of the fic. Donation with a match by the author was paid to PCRF on April 2, 2024 in honor of Pedro Pascal's birthday ❤️ Commissioners had the option to choose to keep a fic private and all fics may not be shared here.

Pairing: Din Djarin x OFC!Maddy

Warnings: None! Straight fluff :)

Length: 1.6k

A/N: Just a sweet, fluffy little trip to a (completely made up) outer rim world in celebration of the eclipse this week. Written by request for @mboogie3 :)

Din was in unfamiliar territory. 

Not physically, of course. He was well traveled, there was little in the galaxy that surprised him anymore. Years of chasing bounty skippers from one end of the galaxy to the other showed a man a lot of the universe. 

But one thing it hadn’t done was put him in a position where he wanted to impress a woman. 

At least until he met her. 

It had started simply enough. Din was looking for jobs that he could take and fly under the radar of the guild, not on great terms with everyone there after taking off with the child. The job was a good one. Take a large shipment of medication from Coruscant to an outer rim world that was facing an outbreak of disease. Traveling with the medication was Maddy, a woman who was meant to ensure it got where it needed to go. 

But the second Din saw her, he knew that’s not all she would be. That was impossible. Her kind smile, the depth of her dark eyes, the way her hair framed her lovely face. These were things he was not going to be able to move past, even once the shipment was safely delivered and the medication - along with its beautiful escort - was left on a far away world that Din had little reason to stay on. 

But the situation on the planet had been far more dire than either Din or Maddy knew. An Imperial remnant had gotten there just before the two of them had. The Imps tried to intercept the medication and they almost succeeded, Din and Maddy barely escaping with their lives. They managed to hand off the medication to a local leader before taking off, not able to risk staying after putting a target on their backs. 

That’s what Din liked to pretend made things permanent. He couldn’t, in good conscious, leave her there. Not when the Imps knew who she was and had a reason to go after her. It wasn’t safe, it made sense to bring her along. For protection. 

Protection he was all too happy to provide, especially as her presence on his ship made it feel more like a home than it ever had before. Just being around her was a comfort, something constant and kind that he felt like he could fall into. So easily, he could fall into her. 

He’d given into that urge months ago and now, he couldn’t remember why he’d ever fought it. Yes, she made him vulnerable in ways even the kid didn’t and opening himself up to feeling something for someone who he could lose was painful. But she was so worth it, the months they had spent together and all the ways she made his life better made that risk the most worthwhile one he’d ever taken. It made him want to do something special for her after she had done so much for him. 

She had told him once that she’d always wanted to see an eclipse. A real one, not one caused by the positioning of ships or a recording of one on a data pad. 

“Why?” Din had asked when she’d mentioned it while reading the child a story. “You see the stars all the time.” 

“I know,” she smiled a little, his son sitting happily on her lap. “But that’s something else, this is a coincidental thing that makes a world look so different for a time, something that we can’t control no matter how hard we try. Wouldn’t that be incredible to see?” 

Din decided then and there that he was bringing her to an eclipse. He just needed to find one. 

It had been trickier than he expected. He’d heard of eclipses but never seen one himself. He’d never been that worried about seeing one. But, when he started looking for one, he learned that they were rare, remarkable. Much like Maddy. 

The sun and the moon needed to be just the right size. They needed to be just the right distance from each other and from the planet. Their orbits needed to work in tandem in just the right way. And even then, you had to time it exactly right, the phenomenon changing the entirety of the sky for only a short while. 

But, eventually, Din found a planet that met all the requirements, the intersection of orbits happening not in dozens of years but just a few weeks. 

Din did all the research he could with her there aboard the Razor Crest, something that was surprisingly difficult when trying to surprise someone living in such close quarters. He waited for her to be preoccupied, usually playing with Grogu or reviewing star charts with a small frown on her beautiful face. He was almost caught in the act a week before the big day, reading something about the solar festival when she came into the cockpit. 

“What’s that?” She asked from the doorway, Grogu propped on her hip. Din scrambled to close the hologram before she could actually see it. 

“Information,” he said quickly. “About where the next bounty is.” 

“Oh,” she deflated a little. 

He frowned below his helmet. 

“What?” 

“Nothing,” she went back to smiling. “It just looked like fun is all. We could use a little fun.” 

“Patu,” Grogu said. 

She laughed. 

“Yes, especially you.” 

Din smiled to himself. She had no idea. 

“If this hunt goes well, cyar’ika, maybe we can take a break after, go somewhere you want. As long as we can lay low.” 

Her face brightened, a sparkle in her beautiful brown eyes.

“I’d really like that,” she said. “We’ve never had a chance to just take a break.” 

After that, Din was determined to give her exactly what she wanted. After all her kindness to him and Grogu, all the three of them had been through together, she deserved everything she wanted. 

He wasn’t able to keep his plan a secret for long once they were on planet, though. Even the spaceport was covered in decorations, dark banners with glowing white coronas in the middle of them, a smattering of stars around the edges, small lights that were dark in the middle and bright around the rim hanging everywhere. 

She looked around almost cautiously, Grogu held close to her chest as the three of them left the ship. 

“Din…” She frowned, her brows knitting together as they emerged from the spaceport and onto the streets of the city, where decorations and stands celebrating the eclipse covered everything. “Din, are we…” 

“You said you wanted to take a break,” he said. “And you said you’ve always wanted to see an eclipse. So, cyar’ika, I thought we could do both.” 

He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen her look quite so happy, the arm not cradling his son going around his neck as she stretched on her tiptoes to press herself against his armored frame. 

“I can’t believe it!” She almost squealed. “I never… this is amazing! I can’t believe we get to do this!” 

Din just smiled and watched as she made her way through the town, stopping at all the stands, running her fingers over the delicate keepsakes and traditional ornamentation before stopping for one of the fluffy, light pastries coated in thick, dark frosting. 

“Where are we?” She asked, mouth full, as they stopped to watch musicians playing in the street. 

“Deasu,” Din said. “An outer rim planet. There is a full solar eclipse here every five years and it’s been celebrated by the people here for centuries.” 

“That’s incredible,” she said, taking another bite of the pastry. “I didn’t even know there was anything like this in the whole galaxy.” 

“Well,” he said. “I’m glad we were able to find it.” 

The three of them spent the day exploring the festivities, Maddy even dragging Din out to dance as the sun was setting and the spotchka set in. 

Din made sure they had a prime spot to watch the eclipse the next day, settling in at the edge of a lake as the celebration spilled over from the town and into the open space just outside it. Musicians played, children ran, people danced. Maddy sat close to Din, the two of them watching Grogu play with the bugs in the grass near the water’s edge as the eclipse drew closer and closer. 

As the moon began to blot out the sun, she put on the special glasses and watched as the light changed and the air grew colder. The light on the ground shifted, becoming speckled crescents that scattered over the grass and the water. Maddy leaned forward, elbows on her knees, chin propped against her palms, an utterly enraptured look on her face as the moon blotted out the sun. Things went almost eerily quiet as the phenomenon neared totality, the sky looking closer to night than midday. There was a moment of silence as the perfect, slender ring of light formed around the moon. Light and darkness, in perfect harmony. Then, there was a cheer, the celebration going from nothing to everything in just a moment. 

Maddy laughed and took the glasses off, looking in awe at everything around her. Din was sure that whatever she was seeing was beautiful but he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Her smile was wide, her eyes were bright and she looked happier than he had ever seen her. His view was better. 

“Isn’t this the most amazing thing you’ve ever seen?” She asked, looking up at the darkened sky. 

“Yes,” he said, still watching her. “It is.” 

#fanfic #mandalorian x oc #for you #the mandalorian x original character #din djarin x ofc

[black-moon-bunny]

Revenge and Regret.

Sister y/n prepares herself for the night mass unknowing that she is being watched. After night mass and dinner everyone goes to sleep in the abbey. But not Swiss, the multi-ghoul has already planned his revenge, will this bring to him regrets? Will the sister fall into his trap? How this not so well thought plan will end?

Chapter one. Chapter two. Chapter 3 Chapter Four

Couples: Fem!Reader x Swiss, Cirrus x Sunshine.

Warnings: Y/N is used, Swiss is a bit of an asshole in this chapter also (I swear it gets better in the next). Voyeurism, Masturbation (Female) Smut, A little angst but not much just a tiny bit. NSFW, Minors DNI +18. All of the pictures were taken from the internet so credits to the people who made them.

Word Count: 5358.

A.N: First of all, I want to thank all of the wonderful comments and the support that the fic has had these last days. Second, I'm currently working on the third chapter, but I got a fever of 38-39 C° (I think is somewhere between 101 F° and 103° F ) and caught a cold (Yeah a cold, in summer. Well, here where I live it is summer right now) so i haven't gotten really far with it but I will post it as soon as I get better. Without anything more to add please enjoy this chapter.

For Sister y/n the rest of the day went by somewhat smoothly: Primo left her after their conversation and the day at the library went fine. Some sisters stopped by to chat with her, something about Cardinal Copia returning from his trip to the Vatican City where he was supposed to bought (or stole maybe) some books; some little gossip about Terzo’s confessional meetings with some sisters and things like that. She wanted to see Cardinal Copia. She had a soft spot for him, he was so sweet with her every time he went into the library, he was awkwardly charming, and she enjoyed his presence.

After the sisters left the library, she closed for the day and went to her room to prepare for the night mass. It was a warm summer night and Sister Imperator, after a long talk with the Cardinal and Papa Terzo, decided to be less strict with the dress requirements; she could wear something lighter than her tunic and veil.  Night mass was for the sisters and brothers to go with their most comfortable clothing, so she decided to go with something light for the warmness of the night. A deep purple velvet dress, a little on the short side, and black platforms with silk stockings. She used her cross necklace and cross earrings with pride.

She joined a group of sisters on her way to the main chapel. Today Secondo oversaw the mass and sermon. She enjoyed Secondo’s sermons; he was so polite, and he talked with a lot of pasión about the work of the church in spreading the word of the darkness. He was genuinely scary, and she had little to no interactions with him, but he always was a gentleman. She looked forward to Papa Secondo mass. Sometimes when she wanted to give up, his sermons gave her new energy to keep going. He was mostly quiet, not like Terzo who walks all over the apse and the altar during his sermons, but he talked with passion and honor of the Emeritus name and with pride in the work of the clergy and himself.

She remembered the first time that she met him. A newcomer in the church in a private reunion with one of the Papas, to decide her future in the abbey.

She was outside the personal office of Secondo in the abbey, waiting to be called. She was nervous, almost terrified. Besides her excitement for being in the church and having found a new place for her in the world, this meeting was the official test for her. If she succeeded, she was going to be one of the many sisters in sin of the abbey and she was going to be assigned to a room and a job. If she failed, she could still help but she would be an outsider and would have to find a job and a place to live. 

—Sister y/n, please come in…. — He was completely outstanding. His clothes, his papal paint; his presence intimidated her. She was amused, but also curious.

—Thank you, Papa, …

—Take a seat dear girl, I don’t bite. Terzo does, be careful with him. —He laughed a bit trying to ease her, she seemed tense. He could understand, being in front of any of the Emeritus was breathtaking for many.

—Thank you, Papa, … So, I should be glad then that I’m going to be interrogated by You, Papa and not by your brother? —She smiled a bit, she had already heard some tales about Emeritus the Third, Terzo.

—I think so and don’t worry, it is not an interrogation. Just some basic information that is needed and an interview just to find where you would be more apt to work. There are common works that each and one of the siblings participate in, for example cooking dinner, cleaning the abbey, and washing clothes. Each month we select a group of sisters and brothers for each one of those tasks and, at the end of the month, are replaced by others and so on. There are other jobs that are selected by their bosses, for example being personal assistant to someone from the clergy or taking care of the garden.

—The garden?

—Si, the garden. My older brother, Papa Emeritus the First has a huge garden, and he always handpicks the sisters or brothers who will be working in it.

—I get it. I’m looking forward to cooking, it’s one of my hobbies… A good meal can be everything that someone needs in times of hardship. —Her smile seemed too bright as she was talking about her likings.

—I will be looking forward to it then, Sister y/n. Well, tell me, how did you end up here, why did you come to us?

—Well, I used to live in a place by the coast, a small town. Had loving parents and everything. I was a teacher… and I had a normal life but, there was this annoying void in my life… I have never been a girl who went to churches or participate in any rite of some sort, but I always felt attracted to demonology and learning about as many religions as I could just for curiosity… I really enjoy books so, I spent most of my time reading… I have been always some sort of an outcast in my hometown, and in my work as teacher too, so I had plenty time to read… And then one day, I threw everything away, bought a ticket plane and travelled around… Then I heard about the Ghost project. I went to one of the rituals and fell in love with the idea of the church, the passion, and the music… It filled part of the void so quickly than I had no doubts, this was my path in life. —Her eyes became glossy as she was remembering some sad parts of her life. She loved being a teacher, but she was not accepted there. She loved her hometown, but she never fitted… She wanted from the bottom of her lonely heart to fit here in the church.

—When you are called by our master you feel it in your heart, he called you here. You belong here with us, don’t ever feel like you don’t belong because here you will always be welcomed. I’m glad you found your way home, your way to us. To him…—He pointed to the big painting of Lucifer that hanged above him. — Well, I have seen enough of you to know that you are going to be one of our most valuable assets here in the church grounds. You seem truly devoted to your calling, and for your job… Would you be fine working at the library? It is huge and needs a lot of maintenance and paperwork, but I think that you are going to love it.

—Yes! Of course, I would love to! I…—She felt some tears falling down her face, she felt so relieved… and so welcomed by Papa Secondo’s words. — I’m sorry… it’s just… I felt so relieved.

—Don’t worry sister, you are going to be great here. And if you have any problems, don’t hesitate to contact me. Let me guide you to the library and then I will leave you with Sister Imperator so you two have a talk about your room and some of the rules here.

From that first encounter, she could feel nothing more than admiration for Secondo. She always participated in his mass, she always tried to retrieve to him as much as she could with her hard work. Even after a year passed, she still felt the excitement of participating at Secondo’s mass.

Besides the excitement that Secondo’s sermons brought to her, she felt like she was being watched from everywhere and couldn’t keep her concentration. Was it the dress? No, it couldn’t be. Other sisters were wearing much more revealing clothes than she was. Maybe Sister Imperator found out of her incident with Swiss and was looking at her? No, she wasn’t. She was feeling a bit anxious, yet she kept trying to focus on the mass. Her suspicions were true though. Primo was looking at her a bit concerned about her behavior early in the day. He kept thinking that something sketchy was definitely going on between the sweet sister and the ravishing ghouls.

Swiss was looking at her also, damning her and her slutty purple dress, his hand in a fist pressing until his knuckles turned a pale grey. She still had a small scent, but her cologne ruined it. She looked gorgeous, the dress hugging her figure, her wide hips. Her thighs in the black silk stockings looked like a sin in itself. She even had a couple of tattoos. And that sweet doe-eyed face looking with admiration to Secondo, wide open. When she went to drink from the chalice, he felt a bit of envy of Secondo’s position: She was underneath the altar, slowly bending her knees looking up to the altar with her mouth slightly open and expecting for the wafer and the bitter wine from Secondo’s hand. Swiss wished to see her between his legs exactly in the same position. He felt like his pants tightened a bit and looked apart to distract himself. He needed to stick to his plan.

In addition, two other ghouls were watching her subtly from the chancel, where the ghouls usually seated for mass, Sodo and Aether. Sodo was intrigued by this sister. They spotted her after noticing Swiss looking at her and mumbling something under his breath. They were sure she was the sister from the library. She seemed interesting, she did not stand up from the rest of the siblings, but at the same time she looked different from the rest of the sisters. Maybe fitting with some others, they have met but not with the full spectrum of the clergy and siblings. She could pass under the radar but never be fully invisible. Sodo already knew some aspects of her, after listening to her singing, wandering outside her room next to the library.

But Aether never knew of her existence until Swiss’ rant now and thought the same. They wanted to know the mysterious sister who made Swiss react like an asshole, but before even trying to talk to her, she was gone as soon as the mass finished.

After mass, they were having dinner in the saloon. The tables were ready, and everyone began to seat. Swiss looked where y/n was seated and scanned the sisters next to her. He definitely knew a few and decided to play his plan smoothly as possible. After the main dish he stood from his seat and walked to where her entertainment for the night was, whispered something to her and left with a smirk. He noticed how y/n looked at him before leaving.

Dinner was over and everyone went to their chambers to sleep. Y/n returned to her room and undressed, getting on her flowy black nightgown but she wasn’t tired. She was confused and still horny, thinking about the events of the morning. She really wanted to fuck… It was almost a fucking year without any contact, and Swiss was a fucking ghoul. It was no secret for her that she felt deeply attracted to them and curious. But this new position given by Sister Imperator prohibited her from indulging in her desires. She lit the purple lights from her decoration, and dropped into her bed, bouncing on the mattress. She was reading a book of demonology and listening to soft jazz when she heard a soft female laugh followed by a growl from the wall that led to the library. Hell fucking no.

She put on her night robe and pressed her ear to the wall hearing a breathy female moan. Her hand moved a bit for a better position and accidentally moved a small mirror next to her closet. Behind it was revealed to her a small purple button. Was that one of the secrets? What was it? An alarm? Something to scare the intruders? She pressed it curiously and anxiously at the same time. It was her job to secure the library and impend night intrusions! If Imperator found out that someone was messing around and she did nothing, she was going to get in trouble.

After pressing the button, some tiles on the floor moved away, creating a passage under the floor with a small light to see where it leads. She decided to follow it, and, after a small walk, she was beneath a trap door in the floor of the library right behind her desk. Underneath the floor she felt more moans and gasps,

—You sure are enjoying this, aren’t you sister?

That voice… it was Swiss! That fucking asshole… So, everything that happened in the morning was a fucking trick to enter the library… but how did he enter? She was sure she had closed with the key and everything, and she would have heard if the door were forced open.

The moans were filling the room, the sound of skin slapping and fluids gushing. She could not deny that even given her position she was a bit aroused by the sounds.

—Look at you, so cockdrunk… So wet for me… Does it feel good? Sure, it is… You can barely talk, so dumb by my cock inside you… Squeezing me…

Y/n decided to lift the trap door slowly; She didn’t want to make any type of noise. She entered the room hiding behind her desk, poking her head out enough to see a bit in the darkness of the place. And the view was something brought up from her dirtiest fantasies.

Swiss was seated on the same armchair from before with the sister seated in his lap, her back pressed against her chest, his face on her neck biting and kissing. His hands lifting her legs as he pounded hard into her wet sex, his tail playing with her breasts. It was brutal, hard and filled with passion. She knew that she needed to stop them, it was her job, nonetheless. But it was so fucking horny, she felt like a teenager watching some porn hidden in her room, but a million times better.

—Don’t try to deny it, you whore… Come on, come for me… You know you need it. One more….

Swiss was fucking her as hard as he could, chasing his high, enjoying his revenge. He was sure that Sister y/n was going to hear all of the noise, he was not going to let her fucking rest. Despite his thirst for revenge, deep down he wanted to make her jealous, that it could have been her if she wanted, but no… Primo messed up the whole thing. He was feeling great, but he noticed how the scent of the sister he was fucking did not even come close to y/n’s scent. It was good but it wasn’t turning him crazy as he was before. It was weaker and not that sweet. He was losing a bit of concentration just thinking about y/n and how much he wanted this sister to be her. He kept going and moved one of his hands to her clit, pressing and caressing the button making the sister moan and tighten. He bite her neck making her moan his name over and over. He still had a lot of energy left to please her and fulfill his revenge.

While y/n was looking from behind the desk (how dirty he was), that sister was sure enjoying it. Maybe she could stop them at the end of their… session. She didn’t know either how the ghoul could react, he seemed stripped from all control and good behavior. Her body felt hot, the moans and growls of the ghouls were echoing in her head, her lungs felt heavy, and the musky scent of the ghoul was making her dizzy. She knew that she was getting horny by just watching.

Her legs opened a bit allowing her hand to touch her clothed pussy above the smooth fabric of her night gown slowly. That was wrong but she was turned on so fast by it. Her voyeuristic pleasure. She began to make circles above her clit, feeling the fabric getting wetter each time she pressed a bit. She choked a moan when she put her hand beneath her underwear directly over her pussy, and introduced two fingers inside mimicking the thrusts of the ghoul as best as she could. She couldn’t look away; every time that he thrusted into her, she saw how his dick stretched out her pussy and made her gush around his dick. How dirty it sounded also, the sloppy wet sounds, his moans, her moans, the skin slapping. As y/n pushed her fingers more and more deep inside her looking for that spot, her mind only could think of how it must feel having his dick inside her. She did not realize that she was looking straight to him. And that’s when it happened.

Swiss felt her scent from one moment to another, and he knew that it was not coming from the girl he was fucking. He took a deep breath trying to get as much of her scent as he could. That’s when he looked directly at the desk, and then his eyes found hers, her dazed look. She looked flustered and he was sure that she was masturbating while she watched them. How cute, how fucking horny also… So, she enjoyed watching? He was going to put on a whole show for her. The ghoul winked his green eye looking at y/n who almost passes out right there. She had been caught. As soon as he saw her reaction, he began to thrust into her with an almost animalistic force. He could feel how her scent grew ever stronger, overpowering the weak scent of the sister he was thrusting into.

She felt trapped. What is going on there with her fucking horniness and that damned ghoul? But the horniness was stronger than the guilt now and her fingers didn’t stop. She went harder squeezing her nipples with her free hand, moaning ever so slightly. She was close, and that was so messed up. Swiss never broke eye contact with her. He moaned and gasped but always kept total eye contact. He was thinking about fucking her while fucking the poor unsuspicious sister (but she couldn’t complain, she already had come twice and was almost there again). He moved the hand that was holding Sister’s leg, and grabbed her throat, biting her earlobe and moaning how close he was to her ear.

Y/n almost lose it right there, the way he was pounding into her while keeping full eye contact with her, her own fingers fucking the devil out of her hole. The moans and growls from the ghoul… For one moment she felt like it was only the two of them in the library. The other sister didn’t exist in the dirty game they were playing. With a few more hard thrusts from Swiss, he came pulling his cock out and letting his seed spread on the armchair with a mischievous smirk. She came at the same time dropping to the floor to avoid the stare of the ghoul. Her breathing was altered, her heart going like crazy, and she barely could feel her legs

After coming down from the bliss, the sister dressed again and left. She saw her struggle with the close door and then going up the second floor to disappear into the air guided by Swiss. Before leaving, Swiss told her “This is a one-time thing, don’t tell anyone… You don’t want to get in trouble”.

Y/n was trying to keep it together. After the bliss, the guilt felt heavier in her chest. That was risky. She could lose her job, she could get in so much trouble with the upper clergy (Maybe not with Terzo, he was a scandalous dirty whore). She could lose her own room, her private sanctuary! She also felt dirty, she knew that it was bad. She should have stopped them, but she lost control. She felt her whole body on fire just by hearing the ghoul moan. She was about to stand and leave for her room when the voice of the ghoul stopped her.

—So, a part of being a fucking tease, you are also a voyeur?... Such a dirty little sister, you are not a prude at all, are you?

—Shut up… You should be grateful that I didn’t call Sister Imperator right away…

—Could you? After getting off by watching us? Do you think I didn’t notice?... Your scent is intoxicating, I felt it right away… What is the matter, little bunny? You got jealous and came to take a look at what you were missing?

Swiss kept his human glare all the time while fucking the other sister, only letting his tail out, but talking with y/n made him drop the glare and going full ghoul. His mismatched eyes looking at her defiant but also intrigued by her next move, his fangs shining under the moonlight that passed through the windows.

—You wish… I was going to do my job! … And then… your scent… I fucking hate you. You made my body all flustered and I couldn’t stop my… self…Wait a damn minute, this was your plan? Messing around with me to get your entrance to the library? You tried to get in my skirt this morning just so you could come here and ruin my job at night?

The realization hit her; she was indeed part of a plan. A plan that could’ve easily had her expelled from the abbey for breaking the trust of S. Imperator. So, the ghoul was never interested in her. All the flirting, all of his questions. He just wanted a free pass to the library. 

—Well, I was looking for something. And then I tried to seduce you. You looked so cute there, all shy and doe-eyed around me… How can one resist to you?

—Don’t lie, Swiss… You wanted this? Your chance to sneak in the library at night? You didn’t have to almost fuck me to get it, you know? Fucking asshole… It’s like being seduced by someone just for pity. You truly are a dickhead.

—Don't talk to me like that… You have no right to scold me, little bunny…—He growled getting closer to her, grabbing her by the waist and picking her from the floor to seat her over the desk looking at him — Maybe this little spectacle will show you that I’m not just a “Simple Ghoul”….

—What? I have never believed that! You overhead what I said to Papa Primo?... I just said that to leave him calmed and without suspicions! My job here and even my possibility to stay at the abbey depended of it. Sister Imperator trusts in me enough to take care of this place! And one of the untold rules is not screwing around with Terzo or the ghouls! —She looked directly at him, letting some of her anger out — I have worked a lot to even get this position —Well, the part of the hard work was true, but the position at first felt like a burden and she really only wanted to keep the room— Why I even thought about screwing it all up for a horny ass ghoul who just wanted a free night pass…—Her voice cracked a bit. She was exhausted and she really felt lonely at the library most of the time; she felt lonely even at the abbey with her sisters and brothers in sin. For a moment she believed that Swiss, even with his flirtatious nature, could be interested in talking with her. He seemed interested in reading, that’s why she showed him her favorite book!

Swiss felt a bit like an idiot. He was indeed putting her at risk with her job and she seemed really angry. And she was right with most of what she said… And he felt stupid. She was trying to save her job, not bashing him just because she felt like it. He screwed it up badly…

—Sister, I truly didn’t want to put you in trouble, I just… It was unfair to us. We were enjoying the library and we didn’t even touch the books! But then Imperator gave you this job and we were forced to leave our sanctuary… And I’m not the only one who thinks this! But I was the one who put you at risk… But after teasing you, I can swear that I did it purely for attraction! You seemed so cute and at the same time you…

—Swiss… I don’t want explanations, not now. I’m tired and… this whole thing was wrong. I shouldn’t have indulged in this situation. Just leave.

—Sister… I am truly…

—Just leave…—She went off the desk and fix her robe looking at him with almost no expression. From a whole rainbow to a scale of grey. She was still the same outcast, the same girl who did not fit enough to be even taken seriously for once.

Swiss took his mask and made a lame attempt to clean the mess he made, then he left. She did the same. She really felt exhausted and guilty. Was it worth the pleasure? She was going to get in so much trouble if Swiss opened his mouth…

As soon as she went back to her room, she turned on her music, her purple lights and collapsed on the bed. Even when she tried, she was unable to stop the tears that fell from her eyes. She felt so lonely… and so guilty. She knew that she was doing something bad! She knew that she could lose her job, but she was so touch-starved, so lonely… She wanted to feel desired, she wanted to feel as attractive as her sisters in sin who always seemed to get lucky. She was always behind… She covered herself with her blanket and fell asleep before turning down the music and the lights.

Swiss, on the way to the den, felt also guilty for his actions; not for everything he did, but for the way in which she spoke to him. She seemed genuinely hurt. He was indeed a dickhead with her, and she was nothing but sweet even when he was tempting her so hard. She was nice to him, showed him one of her favorite books and was so caring with her questions about books while he was trying to flirt with her… Her scent was still in her nostrils, erasing every trace of the sister he lured but making him feel even more guilty. His pride was too much but she was right in everything. He acted from pure spite.

As soon as he arrived at the den, he let himself drop to the sofa and took his mask off, tossing it on the floor without much care. Cirrus was having some coffee and reading a book on the table in front of the sofa. He looked pretty distraught, so she worried a bit.

—Swiss, did you do something wrong?...

—What!? No!… Well, yeah… Well, no… It’s complicated, Cirrus….

—It’s late, we have all night… But you look like shit, and guiltiness doesn’t suit you.

—She was not talking bad about me from spite… and I almost ruin her job… Well, most probably I ruined her job already…

—And she is…?

—Sister y/n, the girl who works at the library and that Imperator chose to take care of the library at night…

—You went to the library and threatened her or something? She is a cutie, but she has a temper. There is this thing though, she is always somewhat lonely, at least that is what the crows said —One of Cirrus’ hobbies was bird keeping. She had four crows: Fames, Pestis, Bellum and Mors. And they were her eyes on the abbey. She was one of the elder ghouls. Her mission while in the abbey was taking care of the ghouls and avoiding problems, but the ghouls were mostly unpredictable, and she enjoyed the gossip that the crows brought to her more than babysitting her bandmates.

—I tried to seduce her, but I caught up in a bit of a heat. Her scent, Cirrus, her scent made me lose control and after a moment, I just wanted to have her. I didn’t care about the library… but Primo interrupted us, and then when I found the second floor entrance, I heard her talking about how I was just a simple ghoul, how she was not affected by me and that I was one more of the ghouls on the abbey and I got mad… and screw over everything

—How?

—I broke into the library with a sister and fucked her and y/n went to stop us and saw me… and I put at risk her job…

—And now you feel guilty, I get it. Well… That was a dick move, you know? She has not many friends in the abbey, so she is not going to have help from anyone if Imperator kicks her out. She is not even from here; she left her birthplace to be here…

—I get it, Cirrus. I’m an asshole…

—And you should….

—Apologize? … I know but she hates me, so I don’t have a choice…

—Well, even if she does, you need to apologize. Bring her a gift, show her that you are sorry and don’t do that shit again…—She sighed and rubbed Swiss shoulder with care. The ghoul relaxed with her touch leaning into her. They all cared for each other even with their fights, even with their stupid arguments.

—Could I ask you a favor?... Can you persuade the rest? To leave the library alone? I don’t want her to lose her job…

—I will try, but you know how they are. You are like that too. But honestly, you need to apologize to her. She seems nice, and awfully lonely.

Swiss left to his room, he needed to rest… That’s when the fire ghoul dropped from the ceiling. He heard everything that Swiss said to Cirrus.

—So, she is awfully lonely, and Swiss is a jerk?…

—Why are you two so fixed on this sister? Is she sooo special?

—I don’t know, but she is something… When I was sneaking outside her room, I managed to catch a glimpse of her singing with some weird colorful lights shining through the door.

—And what do you think? Maybe she is a witch! —Cirrus was clearly joking, but to Sodo that seemed like a full possibility.

—Maybe! She seems nice also. Today at the dinner she was talking with some of the sisters about Secondo’s mass, she seemed really invested in it…

—You know, maybe I’m going to pass by the library tomorrow… Goodnight Sodo, don’t bother Aether if you don’t want to be hit again, and don’t go to sleep late. You have been using more energy than usual —Cirrus kissed his cheek and patted his head a couple of times before going to her room. She shared her bed with Sunshine, so she landed on the warm side of the bed, hugging her from behind — She has made a good impression already. Are you sure that Secondo’s vision was about her?— Cirrus whispered at Sunshine’s ear.

—I’m about… eighty percent sure… She seems to fit the mold… Come here babe, kiss me goodnight and go to sleep…

—Swiss and Sodo are really interested in her… But Swiss already screwed it up. I hope she forgives him, he seemed worried…

—She will. If Secondo was right… we are going to be first in line to see the birth of a new ghoulette… It is going to be nice to have another girl in the den… —I hope Secondo is right… Well, enough of this talk… Let’s go back to sleep, ok? —Cirrus kissed her slowly before going to sleep hugging her. Thinking to herself how interesting these couple of months were going to be.

A.N : Soooo I hope that this was a good chapter for you. I have two things to add, i hurt myself writing this a couple of times, the feelings of being an outcasted hit really hard. And second, Thanks again to my wonderful editor @saemttle who beta read this and help me with the editing. I wish that everyone who reads this enjoys and supports. Thank you so much.

A.N 2: I just needed to add girls love, so I thought to add Cirrus and Sunshine as a couple, I'm thinking on give the same treatment to Rain and Mountain because I always pair those two in my mind but who knows, let me know if you would like to see something like that.

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[bts-story]

LOVE IS CHAOS

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Chapter four - Seven of diamonds 3

The five bodies littering the terrace floor were beginning to stir the atmosphere into a rather creepy and unhealthy state, and the light breeze of that summer evening did nothing to warm the gloomy and macabre atmosphere that had been building up since the beginning of the game. 

The woman named Mei Minari had been killed by the schoolboy in the previous round, which meant that it would soon be your turn. But before that, this teenager of about 15 years old was asked, "Satokimi Tanaka, you have chosen truth. Please answer the following truth: name all 48 countries that form the Asian continent." 

"What... the hell..." the middle schooler blurted out, as if he was already giving up. "How am I supposed to do that?" 

As Niragi finally got up from the body of the dead man, you hesitated as to whether or not to assist him. It was likely that Niragi wouldn't care if you helped him, but with all that blood on his face, you couldn't just stand by and do nothing. Taking his hand gently, as if to test his reaction to your touch, you led him to the edge of the pool gently as the kid began to recite as many countries as he could. 

You invited Niragi to sit by the water and he said nothing. He had this lost look in his eyes, as if he wasn't really there anymore. Like a second state that had suddenly taken hold of him. You had rarely seen him in that state and the few times it had happened, Niragi had lost control of his own movements, as if driven by a rage too powerful for him.

As you lowered yourself to wet your hands in the pool, another shiver ran through your body at the touch of the frozen water. You struggled to wipe away all the blood that covered Niragi's face, but with only your hands to wipe it away, it was hard to get it off. Niragi closed his eyes for a moment at the touch of your hands on his face, and you would be wrong to think that he would let a second of vulnerability show in a place like this. 

You knew him more than anyone else in this world, you knew every inch of his thoughts and every reason for his actions. That's why you knew he was thinking more than anything else, that he was collecting all the information he had so far perhaps to finally figure out why you were here. Not only a why, or a how, but more importantly where were you. 

"The time is up. The answer is," at the sound of the robotic voice, and without exchanging a glance, your head turned back to the college student who was awaiting his sentence with trepidation. He did, however, have that glimmer of hope in his eyes and in the way his body held itself that dared to suggest that he might have succeeded. "Successful." 

You were impressed, it's true. If you were him, you would have been unable to do the same thing, but after careful consideration, not many people would have been able to define exactly what a human brain was so it didn't matter, ultimately. The young man jumped up and down to celebrate his victory, incredulous at the skills that had been him remembering those forty-eight countries. 

"[Y/N] [Y/L/N], you have chosen dare." Bracing yourself, you stood up, ready to face whatever dare this game had for you. "Note: a five centimeter wide wire is connected to the southeast building. The length of the wire is three meters. Please execute the following dare: reach the opposite building without falling into the void." 

It is only at this moment that you noticed the wire that connected this building to the one opposite, a few meters behind you. Without wasting a second, you climbed the balustrade and took place in front of the wire. Niragi had stood up too, and even if he didn't say anything, you could feel his insistent look burning your back. There was still that breeze blowing through the air, and strangely enough, you had the impression that it was blowing more between the two buildings, as if it was already planning to push you into the void.

You didn't want to waste any more time, and you had always been a bad gymnast. Balance wasn't really your strong suit, but you didn't have time to think any further as the voice announced, "50 seconds remaining." 

One foot in front of the other, carefully and slowly, you began to move forward. The wire was stretched to the max, so tight it felt like you were walking on tar if only your weight didn't make it wobble so quickly. 

"40 seconds remaining." 

A single minute to cross a ten-foot bridge was impossible in your eyes. Correction, 40 seconds was simply unimaginable to achieve. "Focus, princess." Niragi ordered in a deep voice, and the pressure on your shoulders was already immense not to think about the repercussions that failure could bring. You wouldn't think of leaving Niragi like that, letting him see you die and face the rest of the game alone. It was impossible. 

"30 seconds remaining." 

Come on, you had to go, now. So you started to run. 

It was hard to find a balance, but miraculously, it seemed to work. Your arms were lined up in the air with your shoulders, your breath steady despite your heart stabbing your rib cage. One foot in front of the other, staring at the finish line, you would have caught yourself thinking that it wasn't that hard after all. After all, it wasn't a game if there was no chance of success. It had to be possible to do the trick. 

The wind wavered between the two buildings, and you almost lost your balance. You were now so close to the edge of the other terrace that you could touch it with your fingers if you crouched. 

But your foot slipped. Was it a little water that got there because of the previous day's rain, was it the wind that pushed you or simply your impatience that made you lose your balance. Whatever it was, your body tilted to one side and your hands caught the line as best as you could. 

With your feet and body in the air, you had to strain all your muscles to hold your weight. "Damn it, [Y/N], pull up!" Niragi demanded and if you could see him, you would see that he had his hands resting on the ledge of the first building, body advanced almost into the void, eyebrows furrowed and that worried look in his eyes. 

But you couldn't, your hands were tearing against the wire, and he was wobbling so much that it was impossible to hoist him up. 

"10 seconds remaining." 

Okay, it was time to start panicking now. There was no way for you to get back on the damn wire when... but your feet could touch the building across the street. If you could lean on it to get up on the edge of the railing, you might have a chance to get out. 

"Go ahead, princess, you can do it." Niragi mumbled under his breath, far too far away for you to hear. It was just as well, because one sound from her voice would have been enough to knock you off your feet.

"9..." 

You were swinging your feet to find a foothold on the damn front. But every move you made was pulling heavily on your arms, which were getting weaker and weaker. 

"8..." 

You were finding a grip, finally. But it was so hard to hold on to that you would have to let go of one hand to be able to grab it. 

"7..."

It was so dangerous to let go of a hand, but time was running out so fast and you had no choice. You had to do anything to save yourself. 

"6..." 

The weight of your body was so heavy when you finally let go of your hand, it was a miracle you hadn't fallen yet. 

"5..." 

You gripped the hook with all the strength you had, and when your hand circled against the cold metal of the railing, you finally let go of your second hand. 

"4..." 

Now you had to hoist your whole body over the railing, but your body was so exhausted. 

"3..." 

With a last effort, you reached inside your whole body and your whole being to find that hidden strength that would be enough to save your life. 

"2..."

You stepped over the railing and no matter what was on the other side of the terrace, your back slammed against the hard, cold tile floor. 

"1..."

At a loss for words, your eyes closed and your stale breath struggled to circulate to your lungs. 

"Time's up. The mission is," the pause seemed endless. Yet you knew you had made it, you were on the other side of the building, and the void was far from you. Still, until you heard that last word, you couldn't believe in victory. "Successful." 

"Holy shit." You huffed roughly, and it felt good to swear. Getting it all out was the key to being able to breathe properly again. 

When your eyes opened again, the stars of the dark night stared back at you unashamedly. It was as if you could see every point of light flicker before your eyes, and the night was hidden that night. There was no trace of her, and that made the cloudless sky more dreamy. 

The sky looked strangely just like that night, if you were ever able to tell. It was an August night, just like this one, and the hospital emergency room was as busy as ever. It wasn't Christmas or New Year's Eve, let alone the Emperor's birthday, and it was a far cry from the national holiday. There was absolutely no good reason for so many people to be injured on a summer Monday, when there were only three of you running the department. 

"[Y/N], I need you to take care of beds 7, 8, 10 and 15. When that's done, you'll need to join Dr. Ikoya who is about to enter the operating room." 

"But," you stammered, yanking the bloody gloves from your hands, "Irina was supposed to take care of beds 8 and 10, I... I already have three beds before those." 

You had just stitched up the chin of a fifteen year old teenager when your superior burst in beside you, hurried in his words and gestures. He had no time to listen to your complaints, and even less time to check who was doing what. Every patient was complaining, screaming for help, eager to be treated quickly. 

No, no bus had crashed, no building had collapsed. Nothing, there was absolutely nothing. And yet the hospital had become a zoo. The head doctor left as quickly as he had come and without even taking the time to give you a last look, he disappeared behind the corridor that led to the second floor. 

"Fucking asshole," you muttered softly, and it didn't take long for you to throw several more deserved insults behind his back. The man always had a tendency to give orders left and right without doing the work himself very often. 

Glancing around you, you looked for the few beds that had been added to you and you were surprised when your eyes met a man, lying in bed number 10, who was staring at you with his dark eyes. He had medium-length hair that fell over his eyes, broken glasses fixed on his nose and a university uniform completely torn and stained with blood on his body.

"Good evening, I'm Dr. [Y/L/N], I'll be taking care of you. What happened?" It was your duty to introduce yourself before you could intervene on someone. It was a lack of time, in your opinion, as some cases deserved more care than words. 

"I... I was in the last car. The train was going at the same speed as usual but..." You were half listening to what he was saying. His voice was deeper than you would have imagined, but it was notably soft and delicate. You had already put on a new pair of gloves, taken some antiseptic in your hands and clean cotton pads in the other. "But... this time, arh! This time something happened, the train went off the tracks. Ouch!" He groaned with every swipe of the cotton you put on his cheek, and it didn't take much to force him to hold still. 

You didn't have time to wait for him to calm down or to let go because you had so much work on your hands. You had little compassion for his pain, and if it had been any other day, perhaps your actions would have been gentler. 

"Stop moving, I need to disinfect your wound!" The young man kept struggling, and if he didn't want to be treated, you wondered what the hell he was doing here. He didn't seem to have anything broken, and aside from a few scratches, he seemed to be doing fine. He had a wound on his eyebrow that was curious to you. It was as if something had pierced the skin and immediately popped out. You wondered how this could have happened. 

"I told you the train was derailed!" He replied as if you had asked that question out loud, and maybe you had if you took into consideration the incredulous look he continued to give you. 

"A train?" Suddenly, what he was saying was slowly starting to make sense in your head. So that was why everyone was suddenly in the emergency room. That was why there were so many injured, so much blood. You wondered why you hadn't been told about it, but whatever it was, it meant that the next wave of injured people could come crashing into the hospital at any moment. 

"Yes! The train has derailed!" He insisted fervently as if by some miracle that would be enough to make you stop torturing him with the damn cotton ball. 

There were so many questions in your head, including how something like that could happen. But this was no time to be a detective. Today you were a doctor, and you had a lot of people who needed you. "What's your name?" 

Hesitantly, the man answered, "Niragi. Niragi Suguru." 

"Okay, Niragi. You have a pierced eyebrow, it needs to be stitched, okay? I'm going to take a needle and suture and I'm going to sew this up. It's going to sting a little." Suddenly, your voice was softer, as if you had found the time to be that caring doctor you dreamed of being, the one who loved her job and wasn't overwhelmed by the overtime and fatigue that was eating away at your bones. 

With a nod, the man named Niragi nodded. 

"Niragi Suguru, you have chosen truth." It was a close call not to miss the statement of the question. You were so far away in your thoughts that the return to earth hit you like a meteorite. "Please answer the following truth: does death give meaning to life?”

But the name Niragi rang in your ears as you regained awareness of your surroundings. It was that first night, where you first met. It was strange to think of that moment when you had just had a near death experience. Or maybe it wasn't strange at all, on the contrary. It was an evening of comfort in all the shit you were going through now. 

That memory seemed so far away now, like a half-forgotten dream. Years had passed, and many summers had passed. Rising with difficulty from the cold floor of the second building's terrace, the wind came crashing down on your face once again as it took a moment for your eyes to adjust to the spotlight of the other building. Niragi still had his hands on the edge of the railing, his jaw clenched and his eyebrows eternally furrowed.

As soon as your face appeared before his eyes though, he seemed to relax, as if he was only waiting to see you to make sure your necklace hadn't exploded, despite the validation of the mechanical voice. "You alright, princess?" he shouted to be heard on the other side. 

It was as if he was only waiting for your approval so he could focus on his question. He didn't say anything, just waited patiently in silence as the countdown began to wind down. "50 seconds remaining." 

Giving him a thumbs up from afar to avoid speaking with a broken voice, you silently urged him to focus on his truth and come up with an answer, whatever it was. "Philosophy, uh?" Niragi spat with disgust, as if all his hatred had finally focused on the game. "There's no good answer in philosophy." 

He had said out loud what you were thinking, it was a very difficult question that would require thought. If you could help him, even if it was only to offer an idea, you would do so immediately. But the threat of the mechanism around the blow that could be triggered at any time was far too risky. Otherwise, you would have let him know that this was his chance. There is no right answer in philosophy, which meant that any answer was right. That any reasoning was good to go and that there was no way he could lose if he would only go ahead and give his opinion on the thing. 

"40 seconds remaining." 

"Jesus Christ," he continued, almost amused by the situation. He was incredulous at a question like that and if only an entire building didn't separate you, you would have shaken him into saying something, anything. 

"30 seconds remaining." 

"Okay, okay, you want my take on this, darling? Here it comes," Niragi had always been a fan of nicknames. It was very difficult for him not to end his sentence with one of them, as if it was a punctuation mark that he loved. Whether it was an insult, a flirtation, annoyance or frustration, you found it always gave him a bad boy look. "It does not. D'you know why? 'Cause life doesn't have a fuckin' meaning either. I mean, it does for some people. Some people try to live their lives as best as they can, they go on trips, they have a great job that they like and some of 'em even have kids - but some people," he shakes his head, lowers his head a bit, "some people live a shitty life, in a shitty environment and they can't wait for death. Some even take the leap and kill themselves. Some people just waste their life and wait for death to come itself 'cause it's solace for them." 

You wondered if what Niragi was describing was his life before he met you. He had never really expressed being suicidal or wanting anything with death directly, but you remember his blank, thoughtless look. Like someone who was waiting for time to pass, for each day to come and go without really having anything meaningful in his life. 

"You want me to ramble about this? I could talk about that for hours!" His voice was getting louder, as if he were starting a speech to an imaginary audience. He had his arms spread out as if to prove a point, and he was starting to get so invested in his answer that even the other remaining players were giving each other worried looks as if they were facing a madman. "I say death dos not give life a meaning, especially in this fuckin' world where you sick people entertain themselves by killing us! Is that what you want me to say? You want me to say that our will to live will pop up out of nowhere just because it is threatened? Ha," he started laughing amusingly yet dark and deranged, "You don't have a fuckin' clue about the meaning of anything and neither do I. I just know that life and death are two ends of the same threads." 

"Time's up. The answer is..." Niragi had not finished his monologue, if he could, he would have continued to denounce this anarchy in which you had found yourselves. Maybe it was a way for him to release the pressure, or maybe he had simply decided to scare the remaining players into understanding that their death would mean nothing. That no matter how hard they struggled to survive, the world would be indifferent to their sacrifice. The earth would continue to turn, the birds would continue to sing, and the wind would continue to blow. 

You understood every word Niragi said, and yet there was this sourness in his voice that bothered you. Had he not found the reason for his survival? 

"...successful."

You swallowed hard, concrete proof that Niragi had survived this new trick. You were far too far away to make out the expression on Niragi's face, and it took so much concentration to try to hear every word he said that you were sure you had imagined half of what you heard. 

A three-note ditty was heard, and the robotic voice announced: 

The game is now over.  Congratulations to all the surviving players.  We will now supply you with a lifespan of seven days for your visa.  See you soon.

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I told you real shit was going on now could it be the beginning of niragi's change of behavior I wonder mmh

Stay tuned folks <3

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[ace-of-zaun]

Drunk Mind, Sober Hearts: pt. 3

young silco x gn!reader - SFW, 2.3k words

Warnings: jealousy, possessive behaviour, teasing, drinking, established relationship, suggestive 

A/N: For the lovely @kikiiswashere who is not only such a kind person, but also an incredibly talented writer! Please go and read their story ‘Children of Zaun’, it’s honestly such a brilliant story, and is so well written. Kiki is genuinely a master of characterisation and worldbuilding, 100% recommend all their works! -el x

Part 1 | Part 2

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There was no doubt about it. You absolutely adored the days where Silco would shower you in affection, making his love for you abundantly clear with each little action and word. 

But, whilst you loved the soft side to Silco, there was just something so delicious about teasing him until he couldn’t help but ravish you. 

You and Silco had been together for a few months now and honestly, you couldn’t imagine how you ever lived your life without him in this way. 

It was like he unlocked a better version of yourself. 

One that loved freely. Openly. And with all your heart.

Even life as The Children was better. More recently, Vander and Silco had managed to intercept a shipment of scrap mechanical parts that would easily sell during the new trend of people augmenting their bodies.

As such, with the rest of their pilfered stash, the boys had finally succeeded in setting up their new black market in The Lanes, meaning there was a sudden influx in cash from the sales. 

And of course, in true Zaun fashion, they’d decided that the only way to celebrate this new-found success was to throw a party and drain all of the newly-stocked booze in the bar by themselves…

It would appear their logic only went so far when alcohol was involved. 

Entering the bar after a quick bathroom break, you stand and observe the loud partygoers, leaning against the wall for a moment to get back into the swing of it all. 

It takes only a few seconds to locate Silco, who is waiting for you patiently at the other end of the bar. You smile to yourself as you watch him absentmindedly take a sip of his drink, completely lost in his own world. 

Honestly, he probably should be helping Vander serve at the bar, but he never does, considering himself to be the brains of the operation, and therefore far too clever to do such menial tasks like serving customers.

(Although, you’ve seen him stub his toe on his desk enough times to void that particular assumption of his…)

You shake your head at him lovingly, a smile pulling at the corner of your lips.

Your little rebel even amongst rebels. 

By the way he sways a little bit on his feet, you can tell he’s slightly tipsy, but he’s definitely not drunk. Neither of you are. 

It had taken you a few weeks of dating to realise that he hadn’t been drunk since the night he’d accidentally confessed his love for you. 

When you��d questioned him about it, he’d quietly admitted that he no longer felt the need to get wasted, because being sober with you was far better than any single buzz he might get from alcohol.

You’d almost burst into tears on the spot. 

Despite only dating for the better part of three months, you know without a shadow of a doubt that you both love one another. And it was only made more certain in all the little ways you showed each other everyday.

Like how you were always making sure Silco ate enough before going out on missions, or how his fingers would idly draw constellations on your leg during group meetings. 

Or how you missed each other like crazy, even when you were only apart for bathroom breaks. 

It was like the boy had a permanent, constant place in your mind. 

Almost like he’d heard your wistful thoughts, Silco glances up at the door and spots you immediately, a gorgeous little crooked smile taking over his lips at the sight of you.

You return the smile easily and tilt your head at him demurely instead of making your way over to him. 

It takes him a few seconds, but at the realisation of the new game you’re playing, his smile melts into a sinful smirk as he raises one finger and beckons you over with a simple motion.

You grin and shake your head playfully. 

Crossing your arms, you’re just about to make a series of gestures to inform him that he should come over to you, when a figure steps in your line of sight, effectively blocking your view of Silco. 

“Hey.”

You make eye contact with the person and recognise him as one of the newer, younger recruits that had joined The Children a couple of months ago.

Rian. 

Even though you’d only known him a short few weeks, you’d already decided he was a nice lad, who had taken a bit of a shine to you after you’d shown him how to pick a lock with a knife. So you don’t mind the brief interruption to your game. 

“Hey Rian, how are you doing?” you say with a kind smile, entirely different to the one you’d just given Silco. 

“Good thanks,” he says, shifting nervously from one foot to the other. 

You decide not to mention it. 

“Yeah? You enjoying the party?”

“Yeah,” he says nervously, putting you on edge until he speaks again and reveals exactly why he’s acting so timidly, “Let me buy you a drink?”

Oh. He really had taken a shine to you. 

You’re just about to tell him that you get drinks on the house because you now live here with Silco, but two things happen at once.

Firstly, your all-time favourite song begins to blast through the jukebox speakers.

And secondly, you spot Silco frowning at you over Rian’s shoulder from across the room.

And with the culmination of those two factors, an idea suddenly pops into your head.

A terrible, wicked, villainous idea. 

You instantly develop a plan to get him back for all those soul-wrenching nights you’d watched him get drunk and flirt with everyone else, despite both being secretly in love with one another.

Deep down, you know that a little harmless prodding isn’t going to hurt.

In fact, you know Silco pretty well after growing up with him and now intimately sharing your life with him, so you have a pretty good feeling that you know exactly how he’s going to react.

And it will no doubt be very good for the both of you. 

“No, thank you,” you tell Rian, watching as his face falls in dejection, “But I’ll take a dance?”

It’s almost comical how quickly his mood shifts once more as he nods eagerly in agreement. 

You grin and carefully take his hand, leading him onto the ‘dancefloor’ (aka. The only space in the bar that’s not currently filled with tables or warm bodies). 

Feeling a thrill rushing through you at both hearing your favourite song and enacting your mischievous little plan, you have to hold yourself back from watching Silco’s reaction. 

No, you had to wait until just the right time, otherwise he’d know it was all a ruse.

Reaching an adequate space in the room, you turn to Rian and throw your arms around his neck, linking your fingers together securely. 

You make sure not to press your body against him because you don’t want him getting the wrong idea. Really, this was all just a bit of platonic fun and you weren’t about to cruelly lead somebody on just because you were teasing your boyfriend. 

Rian must realise you’re deliberately putting space between the two of you because he doesn’t try to pull you any closer. In fact, his hands remain safely in the middle of your back, not even attempting to inch them any lower.

You grin at him and begin to happily sing along to your favourite song as you dance.

As you slowly make a turn, arms still around Rian, you finally spot a furious looking Silco in the same place you’d left him by the bar. 

You make brief eye contact with him, and with just a simple little smirk in his direction, his expression turns from quiet seething to absolutely thunderous. 

It’s a struggle not to snort when he all but slams his drink on the bar top, liquid spilling onto his hand. 

But before you can visibly laugh at how easily he’s playing into your trap, you’ve turned so your back is to him.

Instead, you look up at your dance partner and decide to set the record straight. 

The last thing you wanted to do was accidentally hurt one of your colleagues when you were secretly just playing a game with your boyfriend. 

“Rian, you do know I’m dating Silco, right?” you tell him gently. 

He stiffens slightly in your arms and almost seems a little bit panicked, like you’ve just told a child you caught them doing something they shouldn’t.

“I know, I didn’t mean anything by it,” he says nervously, “I just think you’re nice is all.”

“It’s fine, Rian, I just wanted you to know that I’m taken,” you say, and out the corner of your eye, you see the man in question begin to stomp over to you.

You ignore him and continue speaking. 

“Although Harley has been staring at you all night, maybe you should offer to buy them a drink?” you suggest.

Harley was another new recruit and you know for a fact that they have a bit of a crush on Rian. Honestly, when you think about it, they’d be perfect for each other, so you don’t mind setting them up. 

At least it’ll give Rian somebody else to turn his attention to. 

Rian looks surprised at your suggestion and turns to look over his shoulder at Harley, who is watching him from across the room. 

“You think?” he asks thoughtfully. 

“I do,” you say with a firm nod. 

He turns back to look at you and if you didn’t know any better, you’d almost say he looked excited at the prospect. Like he’d never even considered it before and you’d just opened his eyes to a whole new world. 

“Okay,” he returns your nod with a wide smile, “Thanks for dancing with me.”

“No problem, Rian.”

The very second that you’ve let go of each other and Rian has stepped away in the direction of Harley, he’s replaced by a very angry, very sour-faced Silco.

You bite back a smirk and open your mouth to tease him when he grabs your hand and half-drags you through the bar, towards the door that leads to the hallway. 

He’s not rough with you, but he’s definitely insistent as he pulls you along. 

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing? I haven't finished dancing!” you cry out in indignation. 

“Something more important has come up,” he replies curtly, not even looking back at you. 

You allow him to continue pulling you through the crowd because you know it’s all part of the game.

And gods, it was turning out to be a fun one. 

When you finally reach the back hallway, he lets the door slam behind you both and wastes no time in pulling you towards the stairs.

Now that you’re alone and away from prying eyes, you try to tug free from his grasp, planning to tease him just a little bit more. 

“Silco, what are you-”

You’re cut off by Silco slamming his lips into yours, pushing your body up against the wall in one smooth move.

It’s by far the most demanding kiss he’s ever given you and by the gods, you love it. 

With his body pressed firmly against yours, he pushes his tongue into your mouth, and accompanies the determined movements of his lips with bordering on desperate sweeps of his long hands all over your body.

It’s too much. It’s not enough. It’s everything. 

Eventually, you both have to pull back for breath, but Silco doesn’t let you stray too far from him, almost like his lips are magnetised to yours.

“You’re mine,” he says against your lips, in that deep gravel that shoots heat right through you. 

Gods, you just knew that a little bit of envy would make him even hotter. 

“Feeling a little jealous, are we?” you tease him coyly as you weave your fingers through his hair. 

Silco responds by kissing along your jawline, down your neck, and across your collarbone, following a path set by him and him alone. 

“I only want you to dance with me,” he tells you roughly, in a delicious little streak of possession.

“Well, why didn’t you say so?” you smirk, giving his hair a little tug. 

He pulls back from you and looks down at you in awe. 

Then, he rolls his eyes with a sigh through his nose, clearly only just figuring out that you’d been playing with him this whole time.

“But you know, Sil, if I’m yours, that also makes you mine,” you say, tracing a finger down his cheek gently. 

He leans in close again, so your noses are almost touching and his breath dances across your skin. 

“If that’s the case, what was all that back there?”

“I just wanted to see how green those beautiful eyes could get,” you say coquettishly, “Think of it as payback for all those times you flirted with absolutely everyone but me.” 

You think you start to see a hint of remorse cross his features, so you decide to move on quickly. Making him feel bad wasn’t your aim. And besides, it was all in the past.

What you were really focused on right now was your immediate future.

“I’d say we’re even now, wouldn’t you?” you continue, raising your eyebrow with a smirk. 

His hands begin to slowly travel down your body, resting firmly on the swell of your ass while he presses himself against you.

“Oh, not in the slightest,” he drawls, as his eyes darken, “No, I think I’m going to require a little… compensation after that little stunt.”

He punctuates his salaciously implied words with a sharp pinch to your ass and you squeal in surprise, trying to squirm out of his grasp.

Silco grins and presses one last delectable kiss to your open lips before pulling you towards the stairs, a promise of imminent pleasure radiating in his eyes. 

Note to self: tease Silco more often.

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Taglist: @pinkrose1422 @anotherromanticpoet

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[final-script]

The boss's daughter | LH44

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Wolff!Reader

Sumary: Where Sir. Lewis Hamilton sneaks out with his boss's daughter.

Warnings: English is not my first language !!! mention of accidents!!

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Telling your dad that you're going out with a person is usually a difficult thing. Now imagine my situation…I'm going out with someone and that someone works with my dad, I think things get a little harder. We met several years ago, but we started officially dating just over 6 months ago. Let's say we had a hard time realizing what we were feeling and then making the decision to give it a title.

And now what was costing us even more was telling Dad that Lewis and I were coming out. It wasn't for lack of opportunities, of those we had several, but for the fact that we had some fear of how he was going to react, it's stupid, I know but… with how nice everything is going, i would not like to have to leave him, nor would i want him to be in an uncomfortable situation. L- You think if I climb the podium today, can we tell you?

Y/N- Are you sure? i don't want you to have problems with dad because of my fault. We were in his motorhome having a little moment alone, before the race at Silverstone. L- I know we were only officiating 6 months ago, but I want you to know that I'm willing to take the risk for more, just tell me how you feel and I'll act on that, if we can't wait a little longer. Y/N- Really?, you're serious?, I don't want you to ruin your career for me.

Looking at him looking for something that would tell me the opposite of what I was listening to, but instead I found myself with a safe look. L- More than sure, we have known each other for several years and I think I know how to handle your father's character, plus we can say that we have Sussie on our side.

Due to a carelessness we once had, Sussie saw us kissing outside of Lewis' motorhome, luckily promised to keep our secret and help if Dad got anything stubborn. She and Angela are the only people who know about us, one because she discovered us, the other because we knew we could trust her, so we told her right from the start. Y/N- That's right and we both know Sussie can't say no.

We kept quiet for a few minutes, until I decided to talk… Y/N- It's okay… let's do it, but with one condition. Lewis looked at me attentively. - you sir , today you have to give me a podium. L- I think being able to show you to your father and the world as my girlfriend is more than the motivation I need, and I can't present myself to my father-in-law empty-handed. Our moment was interrupted by a knock on the door.

A- I wish I didn't have to bother them but…it's time to go to the garage. L- That's okay Angie, we were out anyway. To not delay, we immediately left the place. Y/N- Good luck champion, though I know you don't need it. Kiss him quickly before letting him go. As my boy was preparing, I went looking for my father as he would see the race next to him. Y/N- Hi Dad!

T- Hi honey, where were you? Y/N- Just walking around, I saw Lewis go by so I came, you think he will come up again ? T- Let's hope so, it's your career at home , so let's hope it will give you some motivation. With everything ready, the lights went out and the race started, unfortunately after a few laps there were accidents which caused the red flag, fortunately all are fine, just being taken to the hospital for caution.

After a while the race resumed its course and could be finished. Leaving Carlos Sainz's first victory in F1, Checo in second place and in third for Mercedes another podium for Lewis. In addition to being happy, for Lewis' podium, I was somewhat nervous about what could happen in a while. And I think for the first time in my life, I have no idea how my dad might react to something like this.

After the podium ceremony and interviews, my boy returned to the garage and was cheered for everyone. Y/N- You succeeded. I hugged him when I had him in front of me, when I was going to drop me from his arms, he did not let me leave, he simply separated a little our faces and kissed me in front of all, wait…IN FRONT Of ALL!!!!! T-I'm missing something?. We hear Dad's voice behind us. Y/N- Daddy I… Lewis and I…

L- We're leaving, we planned to say it soon but… He was interrupted. T- I already knew it!!, for a while, in fact, I didn't say anything, because I wanted it to come out of you. Y/N- What, all this time sneak us for nothing? Sussie laughed at our faces by her side.

T- You don't have to worry, you just have to know that, if it does harm you will be in many problems. L-Believe me I don't plan to do it. Dad smiled at us and left with Sussie to continue with some work. - So now I can kiss you freely, without fear of losing my head? Y/N- I think so.

Believe me Lewis Hamilton's lips are the best in the world.

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