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buckyalpine · 9 months

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Hello and hope you are doing well!! I was wondering if you could do smut story where the reader get more than she bargained for when telling Bucky that his dark side could do a better job at certain things. Also your stories are amazing ❤️🖤

Bucky gives you what you ask

YESSS. Thank you bb, Im so sorry this took forever and I hope you see this, I loved this so much. And as always I got so lost in it. Good God. He is dirty, dirty here.

You loved the way Bucky loved you. He was so soft, gentle, took care of all your needs without leaving behind a single mark on your delicate skin. Bucky was nothing more than a soft sweet thing, slowly getting back into his boyish 40's charm, a gentleman at all times. If you didn't know about his past, you would've never guessed he'd have another side to him.

But you'd seen the shift in his demeanor whenever he'd train in the gym and even more so when he was out on the field. The way his eyes would narrow with laser like focus when hitting his targets, the way he wouldn't flinch when putting a bullet between their eyes. His face would be expressionless when his metal arm would wrap around their throat, slowly draining life out of them, parts of the Winter Soldier still running deep in his veins.

And how badly you craved to have that side of him take you apart.

"What is it sweets" Bucky watched you fidget with the buckles of his tac suit, helping him undress after he'd just returned after a mission. There was something about him in his all black straps, leather and weapons that made your knees weak. It didn't help that his beard had started to fill out, the ends of his hair starting to curl at the nape of his neck. "You okay?"

You adore how attentive he is even when he's exhausted after weeks away from home but you wished just for once, he'd choke you with his metal arm instead of just hugging you with it.

"I want-" You paused for a second before continuing, "I want more"

"More of what doll" Bucky's wide puppy eyes were filled with worry; he made sure to always pay attention to your needs and he'd do anything to make you happy. "Tell me, you know I'd do anything"

"Just- take more control, be more rough with me" You weren't sure how you wanted to explain yourself but your body knew exactly what it needed, growing hotter by the second the longer he stood there in his tac suit before you. He let out a soft chuckle when he realized what you meant, laying down his knifes off to the side on the dressed.

"I had you moaning my name before I left doll" Bucky playfully rolled his eyes while you huffed, your sexual frustration only growing more when he tossed off his Kevlar leaving him in his tight black tshirt.

"Well the Winter Solider would have me screaming" You shrug, not noticing the way Bucky froze, now staring at you without blinking. "I think that side of you would do a better job at certain things, Buck"

"You don't want to see that side of me sweets" Bucky tried to keep his voice neutral, ignoring the way his cock was already throbbing in his pants, straining painfully against the thick fabric.

"But what if I do?" you challenged back, taking a step back when he moved forward, slowly backing you against the wall of your shared bedroom.

"Doll..." He warned, squeezing his eyes shut trying to collect himself, his fingers twitching at his sides. "That's not a good idea"

"Why not, think the Winter Soldier wouldn't be able to make me feel as good?" You added a taunt to your voice, hoping to rile him up, his chest now nearly pressing against yours, caging you against the wall.

"Is that so" Bucky tested the water slowly, still wanting to give you an out if you needed one because he wasn't going to be able to hold back once he started. You nodded, heart hammering against your chest as he took in a deep breath, his jaw clenched.

"As you wish sweets" He whispered by your ear, the tip of his cool metal knife suddenly pressing against your throat. Your eyes grew wide at the fact that he'd slipped it into his hand so swiftly, you hadn't noticed. "If you want me to stop, say Brooklyn, understand?"

"Yes" You squeaked, while he dragged it till it rested under your chin, tilting your head up to look meet his darkened eyes. Without a word, he sliced down your blouse, ripping away at the material that caught in the middle. He didn't give you a chance to speak, his hands grabbing the edges of your bra, splitting it into two before tearing your leggings into pieces next.

You were complete naked within seconds, suddenly feeling exposed under his gaze, still fully dressed himself. Bucky had seen you naked countless times, in fact you'd change in front of him without a care in the world, always giggling at the cute blush he'd have on his cheeks.

But this wasn't the same.

Not even the slightest.

He tossed you over his shoulder and threw you on the bed letting you bounce off the mattress while he stood at the edge.

"Spread your legs"

It wasn't a request. It was a demand.

Bucky looked like he wanted to devour you. This was the same man that had his head between your legs more times than you could count but he was staring at you like he'd never seen you before. You shrunk back, squeezing your thighs together at the low growl he made, grasping your ankles and splitting them apart till you were completely exposed to him, your wet folds giving away how turned on you were. He fumbled with the button of his pants, unzipping them and pulling them down just enough to free his cock, his palm and fingers swiping up your pussy to gather you slick, slathering it over his erection.

"Such a pretty baby with such a pretty pussy"

You bit back a whine as he started to jerk his cock, circling the tip with his thumb, spreading his own arousal around. He took a step back to admire you, his eyes shamelessly raking up and down till he was satisfied with his fill. He moved to lay on top of you, his nose trailing along the column of your neck, inhaling your soft scent. There was something so feral about him, you stayed frozen in place while his hands found their way to your waist, squeezing the soft flesh.

"I'll show you exactly what you've been missing out on" He nipping your earlobe before crawling off you again to throw off the rest of his clothes. "God, I've wanted this for so long"

There was no prep, no foreplay, no soft kisses and sweet words. Bucky grabbed your hips, manhandling you till your face was pressed against the mattress, his swollen cockhead prodding at your fluttering pussy. He let out a dark chuckle, swiping his cock up and down through your folds, pressing his tip against your clit.

"Bucky, fuck me" You were desperate to feel him inside you, wiggling your hips as best as you could to get him to push it in you but you were instead met with a harsh slap to your ass, the cool metal making your skin sting.

"Impatient little slut" He shook his head, taking both your wrists and twisting them behind your back, He held them in one hand while the other snaked up tp grab your hair, tugging it tight from the roots. "Beg. Beg me to fuck you"

"P-Please Bucky, want it!"

"You want who to fuck you princess, say it, tell me exactly whose cock you want to ruin you"

"Yours soldat, please, want you, please fuck me solda-FUCKK" Bucky slammed his cock into you without warning, setting in a brutal pace that had you gasping for air. His balls smacked you with each thrust, the grip he had on your wrists and hair tightening for better leverage.

"I fuck needed this" His head was thrown back, his thighs meeting the back of yours as he fucked you harder than ever before, the squelching of your pussy making a sticky, dirty mess all over him. "You have no. Fucking. Idea. how fucking hard is it every time I fuck you"

His words were punctuated with harsh thrusts, growling at the way you'd already started to flutter around him as he hit your cervix. Your jaw was slack from surprise and pleasure, pathetic moans and whimpers replacing your words.

"Do you? Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to hold back kotenok? How hard is it for me to not fuck your brains out when I'm deep in such a tight pussy? How badly I want to rail you, YA tak dolgo khotel tebya trakhnut" [I wanted to fuck you so hard for so long]

You'd never hard Bucky speak Russian, not once but his filthy mouth didn't stop as he continued to rail you, foreign curses dripping from his mouth.

"You think I'm such a gentleman don't you, huh? You remember the first time we had sex princess? how I made love to you? How slow it was, how you moaned when I put my cock in you for the first time?"

"Y-yes" Your body was slack against the bed, only held up because Bucky was gripping onto you with a bruising hold.

"I made love to you that night, didn't I. But I like to fuck baby, especially you, I've wanted to fuck this pussy for so long, ruin it all just for me"

You were suddenly flipped over again, whining when you felt empty, only to be filled right back up again seconds later when Bucky laid on his back, pulling you to straddle on top of him. He planted his feet against the mattress, not giving you a chance to move, fucking up into you, the angle of his hips rubbing against that sensitive spot inside you.

"Oh-oh f-fuckk" tears streamed down your face as he tweaked your nipples between his fingers before wrapping his hand around your throat. He muffled your sobs, slipping his thumb between your lips, shoving it down your mouth till you drooled.

"You look so pretty when you cry kotenok, is it too much?" He taunted, squeezing your throat tighter, "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you stare at my arm princess, I always knew you were a needy little slut deep down You wanted this though, hm? Wanted my fat cock to ruin you till you wouldn't be able to walk?"

"I-oh god-fe-els good I-gonna cummm" You could barely formulate sentence, practically squealing when Bucky rolled over once again, this time tossing your legs over his shoulders, his hand snaking down to rub your swollen clit.

"Gonna cum, are you princess? Who do you belong to, say it, who fucks you this good?!"

"Y-You Bu-"

A harsh slap to your cheek made your pussy clench, Bucky's blue eyes dilated to rings, a feral expression his face as he smacked your face once more making you sob out of pleasure again.

"That's not whose fucking right now you is it?! Tell me, say it"

"YOU SOLDAT" You wailed as he continued to thrust into your puffy, overstimulated pussy, getting his teeth, grabbing onto the headboard as it slammed against the wall.

"That's right kotenok, you belong to him now" Bucky let his body weight fall onto you, bringing his knees up and pounding you deep against the bed, his own pace growing sloppy, balls pulling tighter towards his body. "Gonna give you all of his cum sweets, gonna fill this slutty desperate cunt with all of my cum, that's what you want isn't it? To be a little cum dump for the Winter Soldier?"

Bucky's mind went somewhere else, back to the first time he'd seen you, still as the Soldier, back when the team first discovered him. Back when his brain was fried but you had remined seared in his mind. Back when his mission was to finish you but some part deep down inside him wanted something else he didn't understand.

"God, where were you all those nights I had to touch myself alone, when I needed something warm and tight to cum in? huh? Bet you didn't know that huh princess? didn't know that the Soldier lusted after the pretty bunny that tried to take him down?"

Your eyes grew wide at his confession, pleasure desperate to snap within seconds.

"Did you know the winter soldier wanted to fuck you bunny? Did you know he'd jerk off when no one was watching? Had no idea what was going on Bunny, just remember my cock aching so bad, leaking so damn much. Nothing made it better until I touched myself. Didn't even know what I was doing, just fucked my fist while I thought about how pretty you looked in that tac suit, came all over my sheets like a little boy"

"I-fuck-Can-can I cum soldat?" You clung onto him, whimpering at the way you had to desperately hold back from gushing all over the sheets, his words too much, you couldn't take it any more.

"Go a head and cum princess, takoy khoroshiy kotonok" [such a good little kitten] He nipped up your neck, rubbing your clit faster, moaning with you as you started to cum around his cock. His movements didn't stop, fucking you through your high till your body jolted under him, the smell of sex heavy in the room.

"S-S'too much" You hiccupped while Bucky continued to fuck you like a man with no morals.

"Too much? It's too much for you kitten? Don't worry, gonna fill you up so good baby, where, where do you want to soldat to cum?!"

"Inside!" You cried out, locking your ankles around his waist, your slurred sob turned into a guttural moan when he pinched your clit between his fingers.

"Here it comes kotenok, got so much cum for you, it's gonna drip baby, get ready, here it comes, here it fuckin' comes- OH FUUCCKKK" Bucky roared against your neck before stilling, his cock throbbing and twitching, hot seeding feeling you up till it leaked. You were practically floating, too fucked out to realize He'd gently gotten off you and cradled you close.

"Are you okay pretty girl?" Bucky cooed, snapping back into the sweetheart that he was, the switch over leaving you reeling with your eyes still crossed. "My poor baby"

Bucky chuckled at your dazed expression, cuddling you up to his chest, caressing your sweat slicked skin.

"Come back to me princess" He pulled the covers up to warm you up in his arms, resting you carefully against the pillows. "My good girl, you did so good for me angel, m'so proud of you, so good"

You whimpered in response, curling up against him, your body still jolting and pulsing.

"Was it too much angel?" His brows furrowed with concern, cupping your cheek to look at him. He kissed away the now dry tear tracks that stained your face, his thumb swiping over your hot skin.

"Never" You rasped out, your voice raw from screaming, "Was perfect Soldat"

"You're perfect angel" Bucky grinned, stroking your spine while you continued to snuggle into him, his cock already twitching at the thought of another round. "My perfect little kotenok"

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meatonfork · 2 years

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HII I JUST READ YOUR BLOODY HELL AND I WAS WONDERING IF YOU COULD DO ONE WHERE THE READERS KIDNAPPED AND WHEN THE TEAM GOES TO FIND THEM THEY ALREADY KIMLED EVERYONE AND THEYRE JUST WAITING THERE CAUSE THEH DONT KNOW WHERE THEY ARE BUT THEY KNEW THE TEAM WOULD COME. IM SORRY IF I WROTE A LOT IM JUST EXCITED 💗💗

hello?? i’m so glad you liked bloody hell!! :’)

again, i’m still working on capturing everyone’s character, so PLEASE bear (🐻) with me hehe

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Cried for help, help came

pairing: platonic 141 x gn!reader

grim is back yall :’)

warnings: usual cod violence, blood, death, the works ya know

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your hands were shaking.

blood covered you from head to toe.

you were unrecognizable.

your wrists were rubbed raw from being chained to the wall. looking around, you honestly don’t remember how long ago that was.

the room reeked. death, blood, must. it invaded your nostrils, leaving no room for anything else.

you didn’t feel any pain. which seemed odd. you’d been here for so long.

how long was it?

a day?

a week?

a month?

however long it was doesn’t matter. you went through hell.

the room was dark most of the time. a single table with a chair was sat in the middle. in front of where you dangled. your feet had barely touched the ground. lifting your pounding head had been too much for you, so you let it rest against your chest.

“who the fuck are you” the man in front of you seethed. his breath reeked, but you still refused to talk.

this wasn’t supposed to happen. the mission was supposed to be in and out. easy as that. you guess the target had other plans. he’d caught you off guard while searching the building, efficiently knocking you out from behind.

you woke in a room you’d never been in before, panic immediately setting in.

when he didn’t get an answer, he lifted your chin. smooshing your cheeks in one hand, while a knife was grasped tightly in the other.

you were hungry.

so fucking hungry.

and tired. you could really use a nap.

“one more time, bitch. who are you.”

spit welled up in your mouth, and you spat right in his face.

he mouth turned up in a snarl, and he quickly sliced the knife over your right side. a hiss escaped your mouth.

this went on for what seemed like hours. questions thrown in your face, only for you to answer with silence.

the torture and the pain going on for longer until you ultimately passed out.

the next time you awoke, the room was pitch black, save for the light seeping under the door. you made quick work of loosening the ties around your hands.

the door opening made you flinch, and your eyes welled shut from the light suddenly invading your eyes.

footsteps made their way over to you, and you kept your head down. counting your breaths in your head, you waited until the footsteps stopped in front of you.

1 in

2 out

3 in

4 out

now.

with all your strength, you lifted your feet and flung them into the man’s abdomen, effectively knocking him to the ground. hissing, you wiggled until your hands were finally free and you dropped to the ground with a thud. your side was screaming in pain, and you were sure at least one rib was out of place.

the man got back up and threw himself on you. you yelped, and tried to slip out from under him. it was no use, you were just too weak.

he laughed at your weak attempts, and pulled a knife from his thigh. your eyes widened as he raised it above his head.

this is it. i’m dead.

he was too slow. just as he brought it down to go through your head, you jerked to the side. the knife pierced right below your collarbone, and you screamed.

you flailed your body, throwing your attacker off of you. as quickly as you could, you got up and flung yourself at him. with much discomfort, you pulled the knife from your shoulder and slit his throat. a small scream left his mouth before blood seeped through his lips.

movement by the door pulled your attention away from him. three more men stood in the doorway.

fuck.

the first man, tall and burly, but smaller than ghost, stalked toward you. a rifle sat in his hands, quickly setting his sights on you. you jumped for the table, pulling it down as a spray of bullets rained in your shadow.

a click was heard. he was empty. you leapt from behind the table and lunged for him.

knocking him down from the side, you put your thighs on his shoulders and snapped his neck. he was dead.

a shot rang out, and blinding pain hit your left thigh.

he fucking shot you.

you grimaced and rolled to the right. picking up the first man’s body, you used him as a meat shield. the thought almost made you throw up, but he was already dead. not many options.

sorry, dude.

the man was thrown off. you were using his teammate as a fucking shield.

pushing his body at your newest attacker, you caught him off guard. they both fell, and you used this time to go for the third guy. he was a lot closer than you remember, and you feel a dull thump thrown into your face.

a sickening crunch sounded from your nose. the metallic taste of blood ran into your mouth and you gagged.

fucking gross.

rebalancing, you looked up at him. his eyes held fire, and you didn’t blame him. looking to your left, just slightly, you saw the second guy’s gun. you leapt for it, feeling the presence of the man behind you.

you didn’t even look.

you just turned around and held the trigger.

he looked like swiss cheese.

oh fuck.

his body fell to the floor with a thump.

blood pooled the floor around you.

your heart was racing and tears blurred your vision.

you were gonna throw up.

you were too distracted.

a tug to your hair pulled you back, and you screamed in shock.

grasping at the hands holding your hair, you dug your dull nails into their flesh and drug your hands down.

a grunt was heard, and your hair was loosened. you spun and kicked his foot from beneath him, causing him to fall back. you ran the other direction but a hand held onto your boot, causing you to fall onto your arms. a sharp pain ran up your elbow, and you gasped.

looking back, you see menacing eyes and an ugly mustache.

ew.

you wind up and kick his ugly mustache as hard as you can. a loud crunch was heard, and he let go. cursing flooded your ears, and you crawled to the chains that held you up only a while ago. you grab them and turn back to fugly. wrapping them around his neck and pulling as hard as you could.

you watch as he struggles, but you don’t feel sympathy. his face turning purple and his eyes bulging.

his hands scrape at your arms, drawing blood. but, you don’t seem to notice. he finally goes limp.

you don’t let go.

you. don’t. let. go.

it seems that minutes pass before your hands grow too tired to hold him there. the pounding in your head is almost blinding, and you can’t seem to catch your breath.

you crawl over to the far corner.

they’re coming.

they’ll be here.

you don’t know how many times you repeat that before a hand is in your face.

a gloved hand.

a skull mask quickly invades your sight.

you don’t respond.

you hear talking, but can’t form any words.

“grim. grim, can you hear me?” ghost’s voice is softer than usual. his eyes aren’t as cold, and he seems concerned.

your eyes meet his. all you can manage is a nod.

“yeah. yeah, i can hear you.” your voice is scratchy after screaming and not using your voice for what feels like years.

“good. yeah, that’s good. are you hurt?” he knows you are. he can see it. your shaking form covered in blood and bruises. he can’t tell where you’re bleeding from.

“nah, im good. cant feel a thing, l.t.”

“shit. jesus fuck.”

“let’s get them outta here, yeah? place is a fucking bloodbath.” soap.

soap!

your eyes drift from your lieutenant up to your favorite mohawk sporting teammate.

“yeah, bird’s here. we’re good to go. i’m gonna pick you up, is that okay?” ghosts’s voice floods back into your ears. you give another nod before his hands lift you up and carry you out of the building.

your eyes are heavy, and the loud whirring of the chopper blades make your head scream.

your head rests on ghost’s chest as he rushes to the helo.

“kid, you gotta stay awake, alright? we’re almost there.” his voice carries panic, and you try.

oh, you try.

but the last thing you remember hearing is, “fuck! medic!”

when you come to, a blinding light makes you immediately shut your eyes again. beeping to the right of you floods your ears, and you let out a groan.

“fuuuuuck.” your throat is raw and screaming for water.

“you’re awake, here.” you open your eyes again to see price to your left holding water.

“how you feelin’, kid?”

“like shit.”

and it wasn’t a lie. your whole body aches. your face, your shoulders, your throat, your abdomen, all the way down to your toes.

“that’s expected. you took a beating, kiddo. the room looked like horror movie. couldn’t tell who’s blood was who’s.” price’s voice made your eyes well up with tears.

a hand being placed on top of yours finally makes your eyes drag up to his.

“i thought i was going to die, captain.” your voice was no longer sturdy, it was cracking. you were scared. you were just a kid.

“i know. i know. but you made it. really fucking impressive, kid. we’re all glad you’re okay.” he sounded emotional, and his thumb rubbed across your knuckles.

sniffling, you look around the room to see the rest of your crew passed out in the chairs to your right.

ghost manspread, knees hitting both gaz and soap who were situated on either side of him. his arms were crossed and his head was thrown back. soft snores escaped his mouth beneath his mask.

soap’s arm was thrown behind ghost’s chair as his head leaned on his shoulder. gaz was curled up, back to ghost. efficiently using him as a back rest.

you giggled and turned back to price.

“i missed you guys.”

“we missed you too, kid.”

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a/n: thanks for reading! and ty for the request! i hope this is everything you wanted and more :’)

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bxnnywrites · 9 months

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hiya!! im the anon that told you abt requests being closed, im glad i could help you out!!

i saw you headcanon danny as demiromantic and im very curious, what would it be like if danny had romantic feelings for a survivor reader? how would those feelings develop? i’m not demi myself so i’m rlly curious about the process of it!!

oh anon you have no idea how excited i am to answer this

*clears throat*

🫀 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 🫀

TW :: Obsessive behavior, stalking, violence, general Danny Warnings

Authors Notes :: This uh...kinda turned into a ficlet. Oops!!! I've just thought of this scenario a LOT so I had a lot to say-

Anyways!! Hope you enjoy <3 (also this isn't proof read, we die like men)

It took a really long time for him to realize it, or maybe just for the emotions to develop. He wasn't sure.

You had appeared months ago, or whatever the equivalent was in the realms. Time wasn't exactly an easy concept to pin down here.

For a long time you were just another survivor, someone his knife sliced through with delicate ease. Someone to hunt and kill, that was his job, and entity if he didn't love every fucking second of it.

He liked to stalk his victims, both in and out of trials. Especially the new ones, he loved to see what made them tick. What really fucking scared them.

So he was keeping an eye on you, taking his usual notes, keeping an ear out for anything to use against you later.

But it started to develop into something a bit...more than that.

Suddenly he noticed his notes becoming less about what you feared and more about what you liked.

The way you smiled, how you laughed at Ash's jokes, the way you bit your knuckles when you were worried. The way your eyes lit up when seeing your friends and fuck he wanted to see your eyes light up for him like that.

He shook it off, had to shake it off. It got in the way of what he did. What even was this feeling?

Sure he had flings before he was taken, but he never really had feelings for them. It was part of the game, part of his job. Something to keep him low on the radar. That's all.

Was that what this was then? What it felt like to properly fall in love?

He hated it.

He hated every feeling, he hated the way your smile made his chest light up. He hated how distracted he was, so fucking distracted.

He hated you.

He couldn't stop thinking of you.

Quit laughing at Ash's stupid fucking jokes they aren't even that fucking funny.

More scribbling, more anger, why did you have to appear here? Was it some sort of taunt by the entity? Some kind of damn punishment? Fuck you and fuck whatever feelings you gave him.

For a long time it was like that, if you were in a trial with him you were the first hooked. You were too much of a distraction to his work.

And maybe he loved the feeling of holding you like this but fuck he wouldn't admit that.

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Eventually you got fucking tired of it.

Every damn trial he would tunnel in on you and only you. Wouldn't focus on anyone else while you were around.

You realized quickly killers couldn't truly kill you. You felt it, every last agonizing slice into your flesh, every bruise, every broken bone, but you would just wake up at the fire at the end.

And you needed to figure out what the fuck his issue was.

Your fellow survivors tried very hard to convince you out of it, but they understood being pissed about it. So in the end, no one stopped you.

So there you were, in front of Autohaven Wreckers. A few survivors tipped you off that Ghostface liked to hang out around this area. Beats you as to why, the place stank of burning rubber and old oil. It made your stomach turn, but you entered nonetheless.

As you walked through the old junkyard, it dawned on you, you didn't really have a plan. You had done this mainly on a whim, annoyed at constantly being targeted and harassed by the white faced freak. Where were you even supposed to look? What if the Wraith saw you? This was fucking stup-

Before you could react a leather gloved hand covered your mouth, pulling you back as the cold steel of a sharp blade touched your throat.

"You scream and this is going into your fucking back, got it?" The voice was husky in your ear, unfamiliar. It made you realize you had never heard Ghostface speak before. So you nod, and he make an approving noise before releasing you. You run a hand over your throat where his knife had bit into it, leaving a light red line against it.

"So," He spoke again, letting you turn to him finally to confirm your suspicions. There he was, the Ghostface in the flesh, mask and all. "What do I owe the pleasure, Doll?"

"Well," You started, feeling your anger bubble up in you again. "For fucking starters, I have some damn questions for you, asshole."

Oh he loved when you spoke like that, some real final girl trope shit.

"Ooo, questions for the killer?" He cooed, leaning against a nearby car and watching you intently. "Brave of ya, Doll. I like it."

"Oh fucking can it, you damned halloween drop out!" You spat, and though you couldn't see it under his mask, your words had him grinning ear to ear. He loved when you were angry like this. "Why the fuck do you keep tunneling me, huh?! Every fucking trial we have you steamroll me and kill me as quick as possible. It's fucking bullshit, dude!"

He laughs a bit, removing his leather glove and using his knife to pick the dirt from under his nails.

"I dunno what you're talkin bout, babe." He says nonchalantly. "You're mad because what, I'm killing you during trials? Come on, that's my job-"

"Bullshit, this is more than that and you know it!" You seethe, god if you knew you wouldn't die you'd punch him. "What's your fucking damage? Hell, I've heard stories about other trials, you're even fucking friendly with some of the survivors sometimes! What the fuck did I ever do to you?!"

His eye twitches.

"Like I said, I'm just doing my fucking job. Now if you would just-"

"NO YOU AREN'T!" You shout at him and he's on you in an instant, hand over your mouth and you can see his eyes through his mask. A deep red brown and angry.

"Listen here you stupid bitch, one more outburst like that and I'm gutting you like a fucking fish, understand?" He snaps, his grip on your face almost bruising. Fear grips you again and you nod. He sighs, letting you go again with an unspoken warning that he would follow through if you got loud like that again.

"Look, it's fucking...it's complicated." He mumbled, looking almost shy as he played with one of the ghostly strips of fabric attached to his outfit. "You're just...you're a fucking distraction. Every trial I'm in with you it's hard to fucking focus, and I have a fucking job to do god damn it." He grumbles. You almost feel bad for him, almost.

"What, and that's my problem?" You snap in return.

"Yeah, it fucking is." He snaps in return, starting to pace back and forth. "I have work to do, people to kill, fear to harvest, the whole nine fucking yards. But you," He points, "You get in the fucking way, you make me lose track, you make me...you...fuck, you make me feel something, OK?"

You blink dumbly at him, finally speechless, and he continues.

"I get this stupid fucking feeling in my stomach and it makes me fucking twitchy. It makes my damn mind race and I can't tell if it's because I want to fucking dissect you or..." He trails off.

"...Or?" You question.

"I don't know!" He snaps, growling a bit as he continues pacing. "I haven't fucking felt like this before, I didn't think I fucking could. I just..." He takes a breath, looking back at you. "I need you to stop."

Your mouth hangs open, shocked by his...confession? If you could call it that.

"What?" You question again.

"Stop! Stop making me feel...whatever the fuck this is!" He snaps again, and even though you can't see his eyes anymore, you can feel the frustration wafting off him.

"How the fuck am I supposed to do that?!" You snap in return, annoyance rising in you as well. "It's not my fault you have a...a fucking crush on me or something!"

"Yes it is, it's absolutely your fault!" He throws his arms up, almost like an annoyed toddler. "It's your fault because you have this soft fucking face and this pretty laugh and that stupid fucking smile! You have these fucking eyes that light up whenever you get to talking about what you love, and fuck I just wish for once that was ME and-" He cuts himself off with a growl, kicking a nearby stack of tired and knocking them down. "It's bullshit, you're bullshit, it's all fucking bullshit!"

You're left speechless until he finally looks at you again.

"There, you happy? Now could you fucking make it stop?!" He breathes out, his eyes just barely visible through the black mesh of his mask.

"I...Well...fuck uh..." You mumble, shifting your weight from foot to foot. "I...don't think I can do that? I mean..."

"Fuck, yeah, course you can't." He grumbles, fidgeting with the fabric strips of his costume again. "I just...this is a stupid, distracting fucking feeling and I hate it."

"Well...I mean..." You take a breath, not really sure how to approach the situation. "Maybe we could like...I dunno...start over?"

He looks at you, and you swear he thinks you're insane.

"Start over?" He questions, "The fuck you mean start over?"

"Like, I dunno. Figure shit out from the beginning, like...get to know each other or something?" You say awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck.

"...Are you fucking crazy?" He questions, and yeah, you expected that. "Like, hello, earth to Dollface, I've killed you dozens of times now. I have murdered your friends in front of you." He snaps his fingers, impressive considering he's still wearing his gloves. "Like sure, sounds nice and all, but how the fuck do you expect to just start over? Hi, what's up, the names Ghostface. Wanna get stabbed?"

"Don't be a fucking dickhead." You snap in response and huff, "Look, I don't know what you want me to do about...whatever this shit is," You motion to him vaguely. "Like I dunno dude, you need a good therapist or something?"

"Fuck you." He growls.

"Yeah, whatever." You breath out. "Look, I don't care what you do, but I'm sick of you pulling bullshit during trials because of...whatever your feelings are. So you either talk to me about it and we get it sorted, or I start making offerings to the entity to make your job even harder than I apparently already am." You cross your arms and look him up and down before sighing. "I'm heading back to camp, if you want to fucking talk-"

"Wait," He grabs your arm and you stop, looking back at him before he sighs. "OK maybe...maybe you're right. Maybe we can like, try that? I dunno."

You smile at him, sighing in relief.

"Good, I prefer that." You turn to him, extending a hand and telling him your name proper, even though he already knows it. "Nice to meet you, Ghostface."

He stares at your hand for a second, but slowly, he takes it.

"...Ghostface is fine for now." He mumbles, shaking it awkwardly. "So...uh...how do we do this?"

"Well...what kinds of movies did you like? Before you got taken."

His eyes light up, and suddenly he's on a kick. Rambling happily about his favorite horror movies while you listen.

Things get better after that.

Rather than being targeted, you're more often than not spared during trials.

Of course people get suspicious though, so you have to cut a small deal with him to either spare all of you during trials or kill everyone including you.

He's not personally a fan of the second option, so he ends up sparing your little party whenever you're involved.

You two get closer and you start to have your own feelings for him in return.

Eventually he tells you his real name. Danny, it rolls off your tongue nicely.

He's nervous at first, but eventually his smooth charm comes back and it's rare for him to not leave you flustered and blushing when you two talk.

When you finally get the courage to tell him your feelings, you swear he's on cloud nine. immediately talking about how happy he's going to make you and how he'll make sure no one in this fucking realm ever touches you.

You have to talk him down from that, knowing that your other survivors would hate you if you were the only exception during trials. And while he says "fuck em" you know you can't have him as your only friend in the realm, as much as part of him would love that.

But it's nice, he treats you like royalty. Like you're his entire world.

It might not be a real happy ending, but it's probably the closest you'll get in this hellhole.

And that's good enough for the both of you.

#bunny writes #danny johnson #dbd #dbd x reader #danny johnson x reader #ghostface #ghostface x reader #scream #survivor!reader #fanfiction #slasher x reader #slasher fluff #slasher romance #slasher fic #100

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elliewlums · 1 year

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"im sorry i yelled at you" + Joel Miller pls baby🫶congrats btw!

content warnings: fem!reader, argument prior to the scene, apologies, joel is soft on r

you don’t know when the tears started. not definitively, anyway. you remember what started as a disagreement escalating beyond either of your control; you remember a scrambling attempt to reel your feelings in, a tugging in your chest telling you that this is going too far. joel was yelling in a way he doesn’t very often, loud and sharp, cutting through your quieter voice like a knife.

he knows he’s fucked up the second you turn away. you stifle a hiccuping sob with the back of your hand, eyes squeezed shut and back rounding like an armadillo as you scold yourself for being so sensitive. you wouldn’t be under different circumstances, but it’s been a hard week and you’re tired.

you think maybe he’d be better off without you. you almost say it.

almost.

joel’s voice is suddenly closer; his hand scrubs a huge circle across the expanse of your back and your heart ticks, loud and booming in your own ears.

“i’m sorry i yelled at you.”

“it’s okay. i deserved it,” you say— quiet, voice congested where another bout of tears is stuck in your throat.

“no- no, you didn’t.”

you shrug and swipe a cruel palm across your stuffy nose. you’re moving against your better judgement, shoulders tilting until you’re facing joel again. he looks sorry in a sort of frustrated way, brows pinched above his deep set eyes, lips pursed, partially obscured by his scruff, peppered with grey.

“i didn’t mean for it to go as far as it did,” you mumble, lip trembling.

his hand cups the back of your neck and you let him draw you up until your noses are almost touching. his thumb rubs your cheek, just beneath your ear.

“i never meant to yell. i never want to raise my voice at you.” sweetheart, he wants to say; he thinks the pet name is maybe too much. “i’ll never do it again.”

you close your eyes and sag against his firm hold on your top half.

“come here,” he murmurs. you do as he says without thinking, though you’re not sure you can get much closer. his palm is cool against your hot cheeks. “get some rest, okay?”

you sigh and push yourself up towards your sleeping bag, a ways away from ellie’s sleeping figure. to your delight, joel follows.

“you comin’ with me?” you ask. you try not to sound too excited.

he rolls his eyes but settles next to you on the woodland floor anyway. branches crunch beneath your body as you try to get comfortable. once you’re manoeuvred into joel’s lap, your head against his thigh, you’re already half asleep.

you’re not sure why he’s so soft on you, but you’re not going to protest.

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koenigsbleachedshirt · 8 months

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Hello mein liebling muacks

I’m here to whore out by requesting a Dom Keegan x Sub Y/N smut! EHEHE

Scenario: in front of the mirror ehe <3 forced eye contact..?

Itll be nice to include praise and degradation <3 Y/N can be fucked dumb and knife play seems cool ((oops.. I’ll wait patiently if you want to write this EHEHHE

Greetings sweetheart hehe, I'm here to serve you something <3

Also im sorry it took so long, but here we go!!!

Fem! Reader, dom! Keegan, virginity loss, mirror sex, forced eye contact, praise + degradation (slut), dumbification... kind of?, pet names (sweet girl, bunny, baby), knife play, fingering, Keegan is a bastard and he's sweet about it

Your intentions when you came to his room were really not what he thought of them to be. All you wanted was to discuss something after the last mission when he told you you had made a little mistake when checking if there was still ammo in the gun.

So you knocked on his door.

"Be right there" his voice is muffled from behind the door, and then it opens, revealing his mask. "Oh, y/n, what can I do for you?"

Your eyes take in the lack of his eye black and you assume he was in the process of getting ready for bed. After all, it was already nine. "Hey, uhm... sorry I didn't manage to come by earlier, I had lots of paperwork," you start, fumbling with your sleeves. "But I wanted to ask you about this thing on the mission earlier."

Keegan raises a brow at that. "What about it? You gotta be more specific than that, kid."

"A- Ah, right! You said I made a mistake when checking my gun for any leftover ammo, and I wanted you to help me fix that." You explain and quickly add on, "But it doesn't have to be right now! I can wait!"

You see the realization in his eyes when you tell him what it is that brought you here, and then he chuckles. "Ohh, that. It's fine, come on in. I'll show you what you need to do."

"Thank you!" Your eyes light up at that. He opens the door a bit wider and motions for you to enter, so you do.

You miss the way his eyes glint with mischief.

The first thing you notice is the huge mirror he has that faces his bed, but you don't question it. He probably gets ready in front of it every morning to check his gear.

"Take a seat wherever you want, I'll get my gun to demonstrate." Keegan says and moves to the adjacent bathroom, and you hear a drawer open, rustling, and then it closes. You move to take a seat on his bed, just on the edge, barely keeping yourself from slipping.

You see him emerge from the bathroom through the mirror with a gun in hand. Lucky for him, his smirk is concealed by his mask.

"Okay, kid, watch closely." He says, voice dropping an octave as he sits down next to you, thighs touching. "First, you take out the ammo box," Keegan explains and does just that. "Then, you check if it's empty. If it is, you have to ascertain that there's nothing stuck in the butt of the gun."

You feel a blush on your cheeks at his explanation and how he does it. "I- I see." You nod along.

Keegan isn't dumb. He notices how what he does affects you, and he can't help the chuckle from shaking his shoulders. "You have to feel around it very carefully, okay? Move over every millimeter. Make sure nothing is stuck."

Heat spreads through your tummy at that. Watching his long fingers feel around the empty butt of the gun.

"And when you're sure there's nothing left, you can reload. Easy as that." He finishes and holds the gun out to you. "Your turn. Feel around for it."

"O- Oh! Sure.." Your eyes widen as you take the gun from his hands. "So, I just... do it like this?" You ask as you shove two fingers into it, feeling around.

Keegan can't help the way his blood shoots straight to his cock at the sight, barely able to contain the low groan that threatens to escape his throat.

"Yeah, just like that." He replies, and you shiver at the low rumble in his chest.

You stop what you're doing and clear your throat, looking into his eyes through the mirror. "O- Okay, I think I got it now. Thank you."

Keegan keeps his eyes on you and plucks the gun from your hand with a chuckle. "Good job, kid."

You clear your throat at the praise and get up. "I.. I think I'll go now then."

"Not so fast." Keegan interrupts you by grabbing your wrist and pulling you close. "I still have more things to teach you, sweet girl."

You blush, suddenly feeling like you're rooted in place. "L- Like what?"

He pulls you onto his lap all of a sudden, his mask-covered face very close to your own. "Hmm, I won't spoil that yet."

You blink hard and watch him peel his mask off, tossing it somewhere behind him. "Wow, you're... hot."

Keegan chuckles, the noise low in his chest. "Why, thank you. You're a cute little thing yourself, though." He smirks before pulling you into a heated kiss, almost devouring you.

It pulls a gasp from you, and he uses the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, eagerly exploring it all. Your hands find purchase on his muscular shoulders.

And Keegan doesn't waste time, his hands sliding over your thighs and straight under your shirt to carress your sides. "W- Wait.." You mumble against his lips.

He stops and looks at you. "What is it, bunny?"

"I, uhm.." You stammer, "I... I haven't done... that yet.."

His eyes widen at the info, and you avoid looking at them. "Hey.. It's okay, sweet girl, I'll make sure you'll have the time of your life." Keegans strokes your cheek, "If you let me."

You swallow your nerves and nod. "Nah-ah bunny, I want you to say it." He says and kisses your neck.

"Y- Yes.. I- I want it.."

"Good girl... now, get undressed for me, hm?"

You blush heavily but stand up and oblige, shedding all your clothes.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous, bunny." Keegan groans and pulls you close before landing a harsh slap to your ass, then kneading it.

A whimper escapes you due to the pain, and you notice the huge tent in his pants. "Won't- Won't you get undressed too?"

He laughs, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "If that's what you want, sweet girl." And he does, peeling them off bit by bit.

You're left in awe, taking in every scar and how ripped he is..... and how fucking huge his cock is. "That's, uhm... scary."

Keegan barks out a laugh. "I've heard a lot about it, but certainly not scary." He then scoots back a little and pulls you to sit between his legs, facing the mirror.

He meets your eyes in the mirror from over your shoulder before he suddenly presses a knife against your throat. It's not hard or anything, but the presence is known, and your breath hitches. You then observe his unoccupied, right hand slowly slide over your hips before he hovers it above your cunt.

"Say if it's too much, and I'll stop." Keegan mumbles into your ear, and you nod quickly. "Good girl."

Your hands rest on his thighs, and you bite your lip when his fingers slide over your wet pussy. He applies slight pressure and draws circles on your clit, smirking. "Damn, bunny, you're dripping wet."

You look into his eyes and whimper quietly. "Shut up.."

Keegan pushes the knife against your throat a little tighter and suddenly buries a finger in your drooling hole. "Big words coming from someone like you." He growls and bites into the crook of your neck.

A surprised squeal escapes you at the sudden intrusion and the feeling of his teeth on your skin. "K- Keegan.." You whine pitifully, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs.

The chuckle he lets out rumbles deep in his chest, sending vibration across your back. He doesn't say anything. Instead, he starts pumping his finger in and out of your cunt; so agonizingly slow it makes you tear up. "Please..." You whimper, "more.."

"Oh? More?" You see his smirk in the mirror, knife still at your throat and watching his finger slowly enter and exit your cunt, over and over and over again.

And you kind of regret not saying what more you wanted, because next thing you know, he's shoving a second finger into you. "Oh my god-"

"Isn't this what you wanted, sweet girl?" He teases, fingers going at the same agonizing pace. "You wanted more, and I did just that."

"You-" He doesn't let you finish what you wanted to say, because it's quickly again interrupted by a third finger burying itself in your sopping pussy.

All you manage is a high-pitched moan, eyes rolling back. And oh, how Keegan enjoys watching you. "You look so pretty like this, bunny. A dripping wet mess, knife to your throat... eyes rolled back just from my fingers... I can't wait to stuff your tight little virgin pussy with my cock, baby.."

You bite your lip hard, the way he talks, what he says, sent a rush of pleasure through your tummy. "F- Fuck, Keegan.."

He smirks and suddenly speeds up the pace of his fingers inside of your pussy, intensifying the squelching sounds from your wetness. The pace leaves your head spinning, and your eyes squeeze shut while you're near screaming from the overwhelming pleasure. And your first orgasm builds up way too fast.

"Can feel how hard you're clenching on my fingers, bunny." He groans, his dick twitching at the sight of you in the mirror, your noises, and the feeling of you. "I know you want to... cum for me, sweet girl."

Your nails dig into his thighs, your eyes roll back, and your jaw goes slack when your climax washes over you soon after he said that. Your cum soakes his fingers, and he pulls them out.

"Look at the mess you made." He says and holds them in front of your way with a smirk and a glint in his eyes. "So much cum... my dirty little girl."

"I- It just... felt so good.." You pant, still coming down from your orgasm. You meet his eyes, gulping when you see the way his knife is at your throat. And then he puts his fingers into his mouth, cleaning your juices right off.

"Hmm, taste so sweet.." He groans, and you feel his cock tap against your back. "Just what I'd expect from you, my sweet, sweet girl."

You whine and squirm, trying to turn around. "Keegan.."

He chuckles and uses his now free hand to cup one of your tits. "What's up, baby?"

"Wanna... wanna kiss you again.."

Keegan lets a deep moan rip and turns your face to kiss you over your shoulder. It's messy, but it feels so good. "Are you ready for the real deal, baby?"

You shudder when he sets the knife down, the other hand now unoccupied and sliding across your thigh. "Y- Yes... I want it.."

"Good girl." He praises and kisses your shoulder. "Lift your hips for me, baby."

He taps your hip, and you quickly oblige. You watch him in the mirror as he rolls a condom on so quickly that you almost miss it. "Try to relax yourself, bunny, I'll be gentle," Keegan snickers, "at least for now."

A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his tip nudge your slit, moving it back and forth a little to tease you. "Keegan, please... please put it in.." You whine, trying to push back, and your eyes roll back once more when the tip enters you.

"Shit.. you naughty little bunny." He curses before slowly easing more and more of himself into you. "You feel so good, baby."

You pant, the stretch burning deliciously, and you already feel so full.

"Can't- Can't take more!" You quickly gasp when he pushes in further, tears pricking your eyes at the overwhelming feeling.

"Oh, you can, bunny, don't worry 'bout it." Keegan mumbles, clearly struggling to control himself. "I'm halfway in, you're doing so good, sweet girl.."

You whimper when more and more of his long, thick length pushes into you. "Feel.. so full.."

He doesn't say anything, just focuses to not lose himself in the feeling of your pussy. And then he finally bottoms out, his pelvis flush against your ass. The tip presses against your cervix and the sensation is weird.

"Fuck, bunny... You're taking me so well.." He grunts, holding you tight against his chest. "How does it feel? Can I move?"

Your breathing is harsh, his cock filling you up so deliciously. "Y- Yeah... you can move... just start it slow.."

Keegan's hands are on your hips, and you watch in his mirror how he slowly fucks in and out of you. The noises your sopping cunt makes are a little embarrassing, but neither of you cares. "Fuck, you take me so well.. feel so damn good, bunny."

You whimper and dig your fingers into his thighs again. "You.. you feel good, too... stretchin' me out so much.."

He groans deeply and suddenly picks up the pace, snapping his hips quickly back and forth, clapping against your buttcheeks. "A- Ah, Keegan!"

"That's right, baby, scream my name.." He moans into your ear, watching you get fucked by him in the mirror.

"F- Fuck! Please! Go harder!" You wail loudly, tears slowly streaming down your cheeks.

"With pleasure, my sweet girl." He grunts before his thrusts pick up even more speed and harshness. "Gonna make sure your pussy remembers the shape of my cock, baby."

"Mhh, fuck! Yes, please, yes!" You scream out, the way he fucks you so hard and fast leaves your brain a mess.

"Look at yourself, going dumb on my cock, hm?" Keegan says through clenched teeth, the smacking noises loud in the room.

All you manage in response is a long, drawn-out moan of his name, and your pussy clenching hard around him. "Feel... Feel like cumming!"

He growls at that, his thrusts not letting up. "Cum for me, bunny, make a mess on my cock."

You squeal when you feel your orgasm hit you like a truck, legs trembling and clenching around his dick. "I'm gonna cum, too."

Keegan delivers a few more powerful thrusts before shooting his load into the condom. You can feel his dick twitching inside of you as he slowly rides out both your highs.

You slump back against his chest, legs still twitching and breathing erratic. You can't even form a coherent thought, just feeling so fucked out and blissful.

He chuckles into your ear, caressing the spots where he had gripped your hips. "My sweet, little bunny. Did so good for me."

You whine and try to snuggle more against him. "Tired.."

"It's okay, sweet girl. Let me take care of you now." He says and carresses your thigh. "Got you all dumb on my cock, hm? My little slut... just for me.."

#cod mw2 #cod x reader #keegan x reader #keegan smut #ask - answered #tw knife #cod smut

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captjprice · 7 months

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John Price x Medic!Reader

a/n: this fic sucks honestly. i had to rewrite it THREE times. its so rushed im sorry. next smut WILL be better.

warnings: smut, p in v sex, fingering, quickie, on the desk, poor desk, exhibitionism??, light dom/sub, Price is so sweet,

When Price saw you for the first time, he could barely get the words out of his mouth to greet you. He was in total awe of you, your pretty face and your cute figure. How had such a sweetheart been assigned to treat him? He couldn't help but smile as you spoke sweetly to him. "Please, sit down, Captain."

Price knew the way you acted and spoke wasn't meant to elicit such a reaction from him— You were simply a bubbly personality. Yet, something nagged him with the thought that you knew exactly what you were doing. He tried to push those thoughts, (and many others), aside. Especially in moments like when you tended to the wound on his bare chest, and he could see your cheeks flushing from the close proximity. It made him grin, and shift his position to hide the hard-on growing in his pants.

He knew he had to do something about it, because the mutual attraction between the both of you made every room hot and humid. And he couldn't just keep satisfying himself with a quick palming under the desk.

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You sat in the treatment facility, chatting around with Tara, one of the other medics on base. It wasn't often you had time to chat, but the business had died down. Just when the topic of the Captain came up, he walked through the door. He usually did so daily around the same time, claiming he had 'orders' to check up on you, but you knew better.

You also knew that the way he looked at you wasn't just friendly. Couldn't have been. Tara watched with a sneaky smile, then headed off to treat one of the soldiers, Antonio, in the next room. Tara obviously knew about the two of you, you could cut the tension with a knife.

Price walks in, obviously trying to look casual as he stepped closer to you. You bat your lashes at him, and he quirks up a brow in amusement. "What's with you, love? Lookin' at me like that?" He muses, brushing a piece of stray hair behind you ear. "What? Like what?" You tease, tilting your head. "Little devil," He mutters under his breath before clearing his throat. "Listen, sweetheart. Gotta talk to you. In my office, it's important."

The way he says it makes you worry, like you've done something wrong. "Oh, everything okay?" You ask, furrowing your brows together. He nods, just making a motion for you to follow him, and you do just that. "Everything's alright, just wanted to have a talk, yeah?" He says, and you answer with a hum. He lets you into his office with a mutter of 'lady's first,' then sits down at his desk with a groan.

"Alright, love. I know there's no beating around the bush about it, so i'll say it. You're.. distracting." His words cause your eyes to widen, and you clear your throat. "What?" You blurt. "I don't know if you even realize it, but you drive me up the wall sometimes, touching me and talking all sweet." He mutters, light frustration lacing his tone. Your cheeks turn red, and you just stare at him. You were flirting with him, obviously. But you didn't think he'd get so.. bothered by it.

"I mean it. And i'd like to take you out sometime, if you'll have me." He finished, standing up and walking over to you. "Hm?" He hummed. You snapped out of your daze, nodding along. "Oh, yeah. Yes. I'd love that." You mumbled, mind totally elsewhere as his hand cupped your chin. "You're such a pretty lass," He mused, leaning closer. His gaze flickered to the door, making sure it was fully closed. You practically melted into his grip, whispering a shy "Thank you," back to him.

He finally decided to make a move if you wouldn't, leaning closer and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was sloppy and needy, like he didn't care about taking his time. He pulls back for a moment to catch his breath, staring at you lovingly. "You do want this? Right?" He whispered, making sure he wasn't acting out on a whim here. You nod, cheeks flush. He also nods, his lips pecking yours chastely before moving down your jaw, all the way to your collarbone.

His hands fiddled with the top of the nurse uniform, unbuttoning it and sliding it off as quickly as he could. He needed you, and he was making it real obvious. You whine as he kisses down your cleavage, sucking a dark mark right between your breasts. The noise makes him grin, and he pulls back to hoist you up, placing you on the desk. His lips are back on your skin, his hands absently fiddling to unclip your bra. When he's finally able to toss it to the side, he groans. You were so beautiful, and he was going to absolutely ruin you. "You're perfect, love. Absolutely perfect, and all for me." He says quietly, his mouth running over your breast and toying with your nipple.

A whimper leaves your mouth, and your thighs press together as a shameful reminder of your arousal. "Someone will hear," You manage to say as John continues to grope you. "So?" He says lowly, pushing you further back on the desk, not even turning his gaze when one of the photographs fall to the floor. His hands pull down your skirt and panties at the same time, leaving them hanging at your ankles. His hands trail over your bare thighs, making it's way to your dripping cunt. "Mmh," You whimper as he pushes your legs open, letting his fingers tease across your inner thighs. 'You're sure, right?" He asks again, and you nod. "Please," You mumble, and he obliges, letting his fingers slide across your folds. He whispers out a curse as he feels just how wet you are, and his thumb flicks across your clit. You squirm, your legs jolting a little from the sudden touch. Without warning, he pushes two fingers inside of you.

You let out a shameful moan, and you hope to god nobody is outside of his office right now. "John," You whisper absentmindedly, squirming as he begins to pump his fingers into you. "Fuuuck, you're tight. Can't wait to have you clench around me like that." He whispers, his free hand squeezing your breast. You don't reply— You're too lost in the feeling of his fingers inside of you, holding onto the desk like your life depends on it. The pressure and arousal builds, and you throw your head back, trying to grab onto Price's wrist so maybe he'll slow down, but he just slaps your hand away.

"Mmh, close, I.." You whine, and he just shushes you. "I know, love. You're doing so well, aren't you?" He whispers, only speeding up. The pitch of your moans get higher, and his hand comes up to caress your cheek. He can tell you're about to come undone— His hand places itself over your mouth to muffle the loud noise when you do. Your legs tremble, and he continues to pump his fingers through your orgasm. He removes his hand when you've quieted down, placing a little kiss to your forehead. "You did so good, sweetheart. That was only to get you ready." He mumbles, unbuckling his belt.

Despite how quick it all was, he was so caring. "You okay, love? Think we can continue?" He asked sweetly, caressing your knee. After a moment of heavy panting, you nod. He unzips his pants, stepping closer and pulling himself out of his pants. Fuck, he was huge. He took his cock in his hand, pumping himself a few times. "Oh, am I gonna enjoy this.." He mused, letting his tip slide along your folds. You whimpered, sick of the teasing. "John, please.." You whispers. He grins lazily, placing his tip at your entrance. Slowly, Price pushes himself inside of you, careful to not hurt you. "You're doing so good, lovely." He cooed, his thumb rubbing circles onto your hips.

He stopped when almost fully in, giving you a moment to adjust. "You just let me know when you're alright, hm?" He hums, staring down at you. You nod after a minute, and he slowly starts moving. You've never felt so full, you're sure of it. Your eyes flutter closed as you take in the sensation, and his thumb continues to rub circles onto your hips. "You feel even better than I expected, love." He groans, speeding up a little. You know you should be quiet— It's his office and if you get caught you'll both have a big problem. But he's so big, and you can't help but let a few moans spill from your mouth. "F-.. Oh, fuck, John, faster..-" You whine out, your hand finding his shirt and trying to pull him closer.

"Mmh, you'll have to be quiet." He grunts, speeding up to a pace that's almost animalistic— The hand that was rubbing your hips are gripping now, his fingers digging into your plush skin as he thrusts into you. Your noises only get louder along with the sound of skin slapping on skin. "Fuck," He moans, reaching forward to place his hand over your mouth again when you get too loud for his liking. You're close, you can feel that same pleasure building in your lower abdomen. When Price leans forward to bite into your shoulder to stifle his own sounds, you come undone, your legs wrapping around his waist as you practically see stars.

It doesn't take him long to come after that, lazily thrusting into you a few more times before he bottoms out in you, coming inside. Your legs twitch, and you let out a soft whine. "John.." He pulls out, panting heavily. "Fuck, you're amazing. Heavensent, love." He whispers to you, leaning forward to give you a chaste kiss. "You alright?" Price asks, noticing you just hazily looking at him. You nod, and he grins. "Mmh, how about you head to my quarters and step into the shower, yeah? I'll join you in a moment." He says sweetly, and you nod again, pulling up your panties and skirt on wobbly knees.

#john price #captain price #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod mwii #cod smut #price x reader #john price smut #filfth #i hate this #call of duty #call of duty x reader #call of duty smut

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Omg ok so i just an ideas for a smutty ask for rowan

so he gives dom vibes to me so like imagine a pet play bunny/ kitten play with rowan and also idk why but i kinda get the vibes he’s a hard dom/ pleaure dom

and aftercare with rowan would just be the best like he would take such good care of you after your all stupid from him and

he would just make sure your like back from subspace before letting you sleep like i get the vibe he would have a sub& dom relationship

LITTLE BUNNY

a/n;; i got a little (too much) carried away with this, but holyyyyyy this was another smutty thing and i loved to write it

WARNINGS;; smutt without plot, sub / dom dynamics, pet play bunny, use of plugs,knife play, a little of blood, spanking, fluff at the end

rowan would definitely be into play bunny and he IS a hard dom but soft aftercare.

he would ask her one day after a hot session. he was cleaning her in the shower, hot water relaxing her muscles. rowan was giving her a massage on her shoulders, a soft, lox moan leaving her lips unintentionally. he turned her around so she was facing her. “i’ve been thinking this for some time now” her hands were on his chest, slowly making their way to his silver hair. “what is it ro?” she asked softly.

“would you like to dress like a bunny?”

for some reason she knew he was going to ask her something like that, she didn’t know the reason or who told him about it but, she said yes.

they didn’t try it immediately but a week later he came back home with a box. bunny ears and a soft bunny tail. one she needed to plug it on her butt, but she didn’t care. “i have an idea, ro” she said to him after opening the box. “why don't we wait to use this?”

“but i dont want to wait, doll” “please ro” she pouted to him and she knew he couldn’t say no to her when she gave him the “bambi look”, and it worked. he said he would wait. a kiss to her forehead and he entered the bathroom.

rowan was sent to a mission for 5 days and she decided to finally use the bunny ears and tail. he was due to arrive home that night, so she spent the whole day preparing everything for his arrival. it was past midnight when she heard the door open and rowan calling her name. she laid down on the bed face down. she was wearing white lingerie, the bottom had a hole behind for her to plug the tail easily. high socks and a nearly transparent bra. the door opened and rowan stopped abruptly after seeing her on their bed. she knelt on the bed, her hands traveling her body as if showing him her body. as if he didn’t knew every part of her.

“you like it daddy?” she said innocently. rowan approached the bed like a hunter assessing his prey, and with the knives still on his belt and legs, he really looked like one. the hunter and the prey. he grabbed her neck, squeezing a bit. she choked a moan due to his hand. “you ask me if i like it, doll? i fucking love it, and im going to enjoy it.” the hand on her neck traveled all the way down to her cunt, a wet stain on her panties. “you’re soaked, doll.”

“for you daddy. only for you” she gasped. rowan grabbed a knife from his belt and cut the bra from the middle, hanging from her shoulders like an open shirt, exposing her heavy breasts. he climbed to the bed, knees on either side of her also kneeling position, but he was taller than her, so she had to look up to his green eyes. he placed the tip of the knife on her chin, a drop of blood running down her throat, her chest, until it reached her panties, a red spot making contrast with the white.

she whimpered like a little animal and rowan laughed. low and wicked. “you’re my little bunny, aren’t you?” she nodded “words bunny”, “yes daddy” he leaned down so his lips were nearly touching. “good bunny” and he finally kissed her. teeth crashing. tongue dancing. like a storm that was near. he turned her harshly, her back pressed on his chest. she didn’t know when he had took off his clothes, but they were gone, and she could feel every inch of her toned, perfect skin, full of scars she loved kissing or licking.

he took her neck and pushed her down, lifting her ass up. with a hand on her neck, he smacked her butt with the other through the fabric. a soft red painted her rounded ass cheeks. “daddy, please,” she pleaded. “please, what? use your words bunny” she swallowed and looked at him. “please, fuck me daddy” rowan smirked. “of course bunny”

and he did fuck her. the sun was rising when they fell to the bed, satisfied and exhausted. rowan looked at her and a soft smile lit up his face as he watched his mate. she was falling asleep but she needed to change and clean. “hey, babe. c’mon don't fall asleep, we need to get clean” she moved further under the sheets. “dont want to” she murmured, but rowan didn’t listened to her and lifted her bridal style while she groaned. “you’re such a baby”, “shut up rowan.”

he cleaned her, leaving sweet kisses on her body while he did it. he dressed her with one of his t-shirts and while he was dressing she nearly fell from the counter but rowan caught her before she could hit the floor. he tucked her under the sheets and laid beside her. by the time he left a kiss on her lips she was asleep.

#sarah j maas #sjm books #fanfic #throne of glass #throne of glass imagine #throne of glass fanfiction #rowan whitethorn #rowan fic #rowan x reader #rowan fanfic #rowan x you #tog x reader #tog fic #tog #tog smut

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samantha-rae-velcher · 11 months

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Past comes to haunt, future to save

Din Djarin x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Jealousy, Swearing, violence, sexual tension, use of a knife, spicy at the end.

A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the Warnings please don't read

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They had gotten a communication from some guy that Din knew from way back, apparently they used to fly together. Y/n was not happy with this, she could feel something wrong the minute they landed the crest in the hanger.

"I don't like this." She said as Din turned in his chair, getting up to leave the cockpit. "Hey."

Y/n grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop.

"Do you trust this guy?" She asked.

Din looked down at her hand that was gripped to his bicep.

"This doesn't feel right." Her voice came out just above a whisper.

Din gently caressed her cheek, making Y/n close her eyes.

"I don't like this either. Any sign of trouble, we'll leave."

___

Din and Y/n walked around the hanger with the man, he seemed smug. She kept glancing at the ship, making sure no one was fucking with it.

The three of them went back down to the crest, the man introduced them to a guy called Migs Mayfield. And a Droid that looked like a bug they called him Zero. A big red ugly mother fucker with horns.

"That's Burg." Mayfield said.

Y/n made a disgusted face when Burg shaped up to Din, she took note on how her mandalorian didn't budge even when the red man attempted to scare him.

"I thought you said you had four." Din's voice was gruff, it made a shiver run up Y/n's spine.

"He does." A woman said from behind them.

Y/n turned and furrowed her brows at the sight of a purple Twi'lek. Her fists clenched and uncleaned as the woman stalked closer.

"Hello, Mando." She whispered.

"Xi'an."

Y/n looked over at Din, his voice sounded full of adoration. It made her roll her eyes and look at the razor crest.

"Tell me why I shouldn't cut you down where you stand?" Xi'an suddenly came at Mando only to have Y/n's blade against her throat.

"Because I will fuckin kill you." She growled.

The giggle she let out was sickening, it made Y/n sneer.

"You're his new companion?"

Y/n felt Din's hand press against the small of her back, causing her to lower her weapon and step back.

"Its nice to see you too." Din murmured.

Xi'an smiled and came closer to Mando, she ran her knife down his chest plate and made a clicking sound.

"Ive missed you." She tapped it against his armor and attempted to make eye contact through the visor. "This is shinny. You wear it well."

Mayfield looked over with a confused expression.

"Do we need to leave the room or something?"

The main man that called them there, stepped up and pushed his way into this dog shit of an interaction.

"Well, Xi'an has been heartbroken since Mando left our group."

"Awww." Mayfield mocked. "Are you gonna be okay sweetheart?"

"I'm all business now." Xi'an pointed her dagger at Din. "I learned from the best."

Y/n shook her head and flipped her hands in the air, as the jealousy rose in her.

"That's all well and good! Can we get the fuck going!?"

"What's wrong? Are you scared Xi'an will take your Mandalorian owner."

Y/n grabbed Mayfield by the front of his shirt and pulled him close.

"I am not his pet."

"Sure looks like that to me."

___

Y/n, Mayfield, Xi'an, and Burg all sat in the cargo hold as Din was watching over Zero's shoulder in the cockpit.

"How long have you been with Mando?" Xi'an asked.

"Since he collected his bounty and handed me over, but I kicked the ever loving shit out of the men who wanted me. And I snuck back to his ship and opened the door for him when he arrived."

Mayfield's brows shot up his forehead. "You were his bounty?"

"Yeah."

Burg began digging through Dins stuff, opening the door to his weapons closet, only for Din to shut it in his face. The red devil lookin fucker turned and tried towering over Mando again, growling and huffing.

"You wouldn't scare a sleeping kitten. Sit your fat red ass down!" Y/n yelled.

Mayfield joined in. "Im a little particular about my personal space too, let's just get this done and you'll never see our faces again."

"Tell me why we even need a Mandalorian." Burg grumbled.

"Because apparently they are some the greatest warriors in the galaxy."

Burg looked between Mayfield and Din.

"Then why are they all dead."

"You flew with him Xi'an. Is he as great as they say?" Mayfield asked.

"Ask him about the job on Alzok III."

Everyone looked over at Din.

"I did what I had to do."

"Oh but you liked it." Xi'an smiled and pointed her knife at him. "You see, I know who you really are."

"D- Mando....what is she talking about?" Y/n asked.

Din shook his head. "You don't have to worry about it."

Mayfield chuckled. "He never takes off the helmet."

Xi'an fallowed in his humor and shook her head, they looked over at Y/n.

"You ever seen his face?" Mayfield asked.

"No, and if he ever takes off the mask....I hope I'm blindfolded."

"Why?"

Y/n glanced at Din, then back at Migs.

"This is the way."

Her words made Dins heart race. He never knew that she respected his creed, he always thought she found it a nuisance because she couldn't see his face.

"Your just as weak as he is." Burg said in a gruff tone, making Y/n spin around and get right up in his face.

"Neither of us are weak, and you'll find that out come whatever the fuck it is your planning."

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The group had finally gotten to the prison ship, they were running through the corridors fighting off droids all the while listening to zero over the ear piece.

Y/n pulled Din into a corner, she held her finger up to her lips and kept her grip on his bicep. Four droids passed by, Y/n looked over watching them walk up the hallway. She could feel Dins gaze on her, his thumb came up to caress her cheek.

"You don't have to be jealous." He whispered.

She locked her eyes on his visor, the deep black was almost bone chilling. If he was anyone else, she would be afraid.

"Jealous of what? Xi'an? I'm not."

"I never mentioned Xi'an....you did."

Y/n felt his hand move to her hip, gently squeezing. Her breath hitched at the warmth his hand spread over her body.

"Din I-"

"Hey are you guys coming!?" Migs yelled from down the hall.

The five of them made it to the control room, zero was babbling about a organic signature in the room but Migs didn't listen.

"Yeah yeah, open the door!"

They entered the room and man jumped out of his chair, pointing a blaster at them. Burg and Mayfield circled him, the man was obviously scared.

This went on for a good few minutes, Din trying to talk him into putting his weapon down. Mayfield yelling at din, both of them pointing their blasters at each other.

And it all led to Xi'an killing the poor bastard.

"Would you all shut up." She said in a bored voice.

Din looked over at Y/n who was glaring at Xi'an. He had never seen such anger in her eyes, she looked as if she wanted to kill her.

"You didn't have to kill him."

Xi'an stood, her smile made Y/n sick. "It was quicker than negotiating. none of you had it under control, so I killed him. All you were doing is waisting time."

Xi'an then ran out the door, the others fallowing until Din stopped and turned back to Y/n. She was standing there looking down at the poor man's body.

"Y/n, we have to get moving." He whispered.

"This is what you did? Killed innocents when they stood in your way? Is that what you did?"

"No."

"I'm having a hard time believing that." Y/n got closer, she could feel the heat of his body radiating off of him. "What was Xi'an talking about back on the ship?"

"Hey Mando! You coming!?" Mayfield yelled from down the hall.

"Something is going on." Y/n whispered, handing him the distress beacon the man was holding. "They're up to something and I don't fuckin like it."

With that she made her way to the others, Din looked down at the dead officer on the floor as he left the control room.

The group ran through the halls once more, Burg battered down on a big droid and threw it to the floor. A droid came walking around the corner yelling "Intruder alert!", Y/n grabbed it by the neck and slammed it into the wall, pulling it's head off. Sparks flew as it's body fell limp, the prisoners cheered and hollered as the group continued down the hallway.

They made it to the cell, Mayfield opened the door and inside was a male Twi'lek. Y/n frowned, this guy was no doubt Xi'an's brother.

"Qin." Din said.

"Mando, funny the man who left me behind us now my savior."

Burg grabbed Y/n and threw her into Din, they stumbled into the cell and landed on their backs. Just as the door was about to close Din fired his blaster, it bounced off the door and the walls. Mando covered Y/n as the blaster bolt hit him in the beskar.

"I told you this wasn't right! Did I not say they were up to something!?" She yelled, clenching her fist as she landed a punch to the door.

Din pulled her over by the arm, he gripped her wrist and examined her hand. Her knuckles her bleeding and her hand was shaking.

"Calm down." He said, pressing his forehead to hers. Y/n closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of his cold beskar against her skin.

"Din, they know the kid is in the bunk. If they get to crest chances are they're gonna hurt him."

"That's why they won't make it to the crest."

___

Mayfield and the rest of the fuck head brigade made it half way back to the ship when Zero came on the coms.

"Zero to Mayfield, we have a problem."

"What is it!?"

"They have escaped."

"AHH!" Xi'an yelled. She pointed her dagger at migs, getting really close. "I told you we should've ended them."

"I know I know."

Suddenly the lights turned red, they all felt their hearts jump into their throats as the door closed between them.

"Brother!"

"Zero! Where is he!?" Mayfield yelled. "Zero!?"

"Sister." Qin said. "Go with the Devaronian. Find Mando and kill him, Mayfield and I will try and make it back to the ship."

___

Y/n fallowed Din through the corridors, they ducked into a large vent and Din held his finger up to his helmet, motioning for Y/n to be quiet as Burg and Xi'an ran by.

When silence covered the area, Y/n let out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding. Din looked out of the vent and started to leave when she grabbed his arm and pulled him back in.

"You go after Burg, and I go for Xi'an." Y/n whispered.

He nodded and left the vent, Y/n crawled further in and went up an air shaft. She made her way through the ceiling until she found the female Twi'lek, Xi'an was creepy through like the vial little roach she was.

Y/n dropped down, landing behind her. Xi'an turned around and threw her dagger at Y/n. She caught it and ran at the Twi', grabbing her shoulders and kicking her in the stomach. Y/n flipped her over her shoulder and slammed her head against the wall, successfully knocking her out.

Y/n ran up the hall with Xi'an in tow, she was about to run passed a cell when she saw Burg out cold laying on the floor. She shrugged and harshly threw the Twi'lek in there with him.

Y/n was rounding a corner when she heard footsteps behind her, she spun around and took a swing, her fist was caught and she was held against the door of another cell. To her surprise and pleasure it was Din, she felt warmth rush to her core when she realized what a vulnerable spot he has her in.

"Din." She said, her voice just above a whisper.

"Don't attack if you can't over power your opponent."

He released her wrist, slowly sliding his hands down her arms, making Y/n shiver.

"Have you found Mayfield?" She asked.

"Not yet."

"We should probably start looking."

"Yeah....we should."

Y/n kept her eyes locked on Din's visor as she moved around him. He tilted his head and fallowed her with his gaze.

"You coming?" She asked.

He nodded and they started towards the exit. Y/n turned in the direction of where she could hear Mayfield trying to contact Zero, she nodded to Din and he began walking to Mig's voice. Y/n on the other hand kept going towards the ship, she made it to the latter just in time to run into Qin.

She felt a blaster press to the back of her neck, a dark chuckle rang out from behind her, making Y/n cringe.

She turned around and raised her hands up, Qin stood there with a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"Mando's little woman." He said. "He down graded from my sister to you?"

"If you ask me I'd say it was an upgrade."

"No one asked you."

"I don't need your permission to speak."

Qin chuckled and began rambling off about how he was gonna hold her as a hostage and Mando was gonna give him the crest and how the two of them were gonna be stuck here and blah blah blah.

Din came up behind him and smacked Qin over the head with a droid arm. Y/n smiled as the Twi'lek fell to the floor with a loud thud.

"The kid." She said, turning around and scrambled up the latter. Y/n froze when she saw Zero pointing his rifle at Grogu, she felt rage as she ran up and knocked him over. Y/n ignited her lightsaber, slicing through the middle of the droid.

The sound of Din dragging Qin up the latter startled Y/n. She quickly hid her saber and ran to help.

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They had gotten rid of Qin and the man that hired them, and now they were on their way to God knows where. Y/n and Din sat in the cockpit, watching the stars race by. She bit her lip as she remembered being pressed against the wall by the mandalorian, the sound of his voice as he stared her down.

The thought of what he could've done to her in that moment made a quiet moan slip past her lips. Din's head slowly turned towards her, Y/n's heart raced when she felt the heat of his gaze burning into her.

"Y/n." He said in a gruff tone.

"Hmm?"

"Come."

He wasn't giving her opinions here, that was a command. Din held his hand out for her, she stood up and took it as she slowly made her way into his lap. Y/n could feel his erection through his flight suit, he grunted as she pressed her hand down and palmed at his cock.

Din gripped her hips, pushing her off and turning her to face the control panel removing her leather belt and pants, he then brought her back down against his chest. Din spread her legs with his so she was exposed for all who dared to take a gander at his woman.

"I won't be gentle, little one." He whispered.

THE END ❤️

Part 2?

I hope you enjoyed

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falling-star-cygnus · 20 days

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it pains me greatly to refer to Sampo’s hair as dark blue

i didn't get Aventurine, even after playing through his entire banner, and i'm devastated. but at least now im guaranteed for Boothill

will it become angst? will it be fluffy friendship feels? who knows? -> you don't, i certainly don't

let's find out together! -> continuation of this post

This man was way too close for comfort.

Dark blue hair, closer to a violet if the light hit it and shadowed by white, hung in front a handsomely familiar face. But the seriousness of it didn't seem fitting of the playful green glimmer of his sleepy eyes.

And 'sleepy', in this case, didn't translate to 'oblivious' in the slightest.

Aventurine felt like prey.

Hm... if the blond took a step back- when there was room to step back- and squinted, maybe tilted his head a little to the right, he'd almost be reminded of a certain doctor. It's with that comparison that the gambler is able to find his voice.

"Something on my face?"

Aventurine forces a levity he doesn't feel into his tone, if only to mask the growing unease that made a home in his chest. It fluttered and jumped around like a bug, beat it's wings into the hollow of his throat, as he pressed his left wrist into the wall behind him.

The man straightens up from his intense staring.

It's almost impressively synthetic, how his sharp seriousness melts into lazy edges and swagger. Almost believable too, had the blond not been able to see the twin daggers sitting on his exposed hips. And if the man hadn't literally been cornering him against a wall not two seconds prior.

Who was this guy?

"I know my face is pretty, but surely you realize staring is bad manners."

And so is crowding them against walls, he doesn't say. They're long past the point of correction, after all...

A sleazy sort of cat-like smile curls over the man's face like it was always meant to be there, completing the illusion of friendliness and leaving Aventurine feeling vaguely wrong footed.

"My sincerest apologies! I'm afraid your familiar face got me all wrapped up in nostalgia. I was just trying to place where I'd seen such- striking- features before."

He talks like there's something thick in the back of his throat. It's not nasally but... honeyed. Tiptoeing the line of sarcasm and sincerity like he was born on it.

And apparently Aventurine wasn't the only one who felt that twinge of recognition either.

"Oh? What a coincidence, friend. Do you happen to have an unpaid debt?"

It was a long shot, but perhaps...

The man cringes back.

"Eugh.. so you are with the IPC then. And here I was hoping that Ms. Sparkle was lying again..."

Aventurine can feel his smile tighten.

Why did he know who Sparkle was? Wasn't this the man that Topaz had been chasing through that snowball of a planet? Did he guess wrong?

Syrupy words cut through the questions cramming into the blond's skull like a knife.

"After all, I find it hard to believe that a man like yourself would turn down an invitation for performative freedom, just to do the exact same thing with a collar."

He's smiling like a cat that caught the canary and Aventurine suddenly feels very cornered. There's nothing stopping him from leaving this conversation, not since the man had backed off his space, but now that felt vaguely like surrender...

"Hahah... what did you say your name was again?" "How could I be so rude? The name's Sampo Koski, a business man! Anything you need, I can get. For the right price."

A business man. Right... and Aventurine was a free man.

"I was there, you know."

The blond feels like he swallowed a brick of ice. 'Sampo Koski's' oppressive presence drowned out any possible thought Aventurine could hope to form, like an actor dazzling in the spotlight.

"There?" "When the invitation was extended, of course!"

Sampo snaps, as if having some bright realization, and his smile somehow gets even wider.

"That's where I've seen you before! Let's see, what name did it go out to again? K-A-... Kakav-" "Aventurine."

Maybe it's the sudden hardness of his voice, or the realization that maybe Sampo shouldn't be pressing someone that controls his debts, but the man backs off with deceptively innocent eyes.

Aventurine doesn't want to hear this stranger say his name.

"...Wow, I was way off. You work with Ms. Topaz then?"

The larger than life attitude Sampo had donned dissipates like smoke. His countenance had never changed from lazy swagger, but now it felt... skittish. Confident, but in a way that conveyed 'exiting stage left'. The gambler felt like he could breathe a little easier.

Yeesh, was this how Ratio felt talking to him? He might have some apologies to make...

"That's right. You work with Sparkle?" "Ugh, as little as possible!"

Despite the rather... tumultuous, circumstances that led to their meeting, Aventurine found himself chuckling. After all, he completely understood the distaste.

"What, not a fan?"

Sampo scoffs theatrically, crossing his muscled arms over his chest. He was pretty impressively built, now that the gambler could properly take in his features without feeling stuck in place. Not as muscular as Ratio was, of course, but- still.

Slender waist and fingers, broad shoulders, tall... Wow.

Maybe Aventurine had a type.

The two quickly found themselves in the throes of pleasant conversation, trading snippets of their experiences with the Fool like girls at a slumber party.

Sampo, of course, had a lot more to share than Aventurine did but that was to be expected. The blond almost found it endearing how cautiously the man talked about her, almost as if he couldn't bring himself to speak badly of a lady- no matter how much he disliked one.

It was an admirable trait for a Fool.

In the end, Sampo disappears in the same manner he had thrown himself into Aventurine's path.

Abruptly and with barely a trace.

The blond sends the selfie he had taken with the man to Ratio, trying to regain some sense of normalcy after that rollercoaster of a conversation.

Gambler: *sent one image* 12:15 found your discount twin today, doc ;) 12:15

*Doctor <3 is typing*

Doctor <3: . . . That looks nothing like me, gambler. 12:16 Zero points. 12:16

#uncanny sampo my beloved #if sampo has no fans im dead #honkai star rail #hsr fanfic #hsr #ratiorine #aventio #hsr aventurine #hsr sparkle #hsr sampo #sampo koski #aventurine #veritas ratio

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bullet-prooflove · 10 months

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Only You - Filip 'Chibs' Telford x Reader (NSFW)

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Companion piece to Punishment & Silver & Gold

Follows on from the events of Weak

It’s quiet up here at the cabin and it’s exactly what Chibs needs as he lays in the large cosy bed with the flannel sheets, your warm form pressed against his naked body. His fingertips trail over the scars that line your back, each lash a reminder of your bravery, your strength, your resilience.

It’s been almost three months since the barn and they’re still no closer to tracking down Galen. The Butcher of Belfast has well and truly gone to ground. They’d received word from Connor that he’s back in Ireland, attending to True IRA business. There’s no way for Chibs to get his hands on the prick because the other Kings won’t let him have him. If he crosses back over to the US it becomes a different story.

The only solace is that you’ve been able to return to your own life. With Galen out of the country, you’re safe. You returned to work almost a month ago and have been indulging in your own courtroom battles. He’s forgotten how vicious you can be, how you use words to cut down your adversaries and tear apart their arguments. It’s like watching poetry in motion and Chibs is man enough to admit it does something for him to see you in your element.

One of the reasons he’s brought you up here for the weekend is because he thinks you need to take a breather, you’ve been hurtling head long into your cases, working all hours of the night in an attempt to catch up on the ones you let slide during your ‘sabbatical’. The other reason is perspective.

He didn’t set out with the intention of becoming President of the club, it was always assumed that Jax would take over when Clay eventually stepped down. However, it had all gone to hell when Clay had set the Persian on Tig’s girl, Suzie Q. It had ended with an unmarked grave on the outskirts of Charming.

After Clay’s untimely demise Jax hadn’t wanted to take up the mantle, in fact he didn’t even want to be V.P anymore. He wanted to step back into a member position so he could spend more time with his kids. Clay’s death had changed his view on the world. He saw how the power of the gavel could corrupt, how insidious it could be if you didn’t have the Club’s best interests.

Instead of making it his own he had nominated Chibs to take over the role with Bobby as his Vice President.

“There’s nobody here that loves the club as much as you do brother.” He had told Chibs when it was taken to table. “The two of you will do what’s best for everybody and that’s what we need right now. Strong leadership with the M.C at it’s heart.”

The vote had been unanimous.

It’s been over a week and he still isn’t sure how it sits with him.

Your nose trails up along the curve of his throat, distracting him from his thoughts, your lips following suit. He can not express how good it feels to be alone here with you, to carve out this tiny piece of heaven away from all the other shit in your lives.

Your teeth graze his earlobe, breath ghosting in his ear. It’s one of the things that takes him zero to sixty, you know that. He feels himself stirring, despite the fact he had you less than hour ago.

You and him…

It’s a craving he just can’t sate, no matter how hard he tries.

“You’re insatiable lass.” He murmurs as your hand begins to wander, fingertips trailing over the tattoos that mar his chest and then lower, over the scar where Jimmy O had driven the knife into abdomen and left him bleeding out in the street.

You laugh and he loves that sound, it’s airy and light and it loosens something deep down inside of him. Your palm grazes over his hardening cock, thumb skirting over the tip before you squeeze just right. He moans at the sensation, his head tipping back into the pillow.

“Fuck love.” He mutters as you begin to move in slow languid strokes.

“It looks like I’m not only the interested party.” You tease and he smiles because you really are ruinous.

You have no idea of the things you do to him, how he would spend his days doing anything just to make you happy. You never ask him for that and he knows you never would. It’s part of the reason he loves you.

“I can’t ever get enough of you.” He tells you as he rolls onto his side and cradles your face, his thumb chases over the blush of your cheek. “You’ll always find me wanting.”

He doesn’t know it but his words mean the world to you because deep down there’s this fear. One that you can never explain to the man you love. Sometimes you hear Galen’s voice in your ear, his breath a hoarse rasp when he tells you that Filip won’t want you when he’s done, that he won’t even be able to look at you.

When Filip kisses you, it feels like you’re drowning. Passion intermingles with the tenderness and before you know it, he has you on your back, moaning into his mouth as he presses deep. He loves you slowly, with languid thrusts that drag over that sweet spot again and again until stars combust through your synapses, igniting every single one of your nerve endings. You tug at his hair, and he comes apart with you, his eyes locked on yours at the pinnacle of release.

This is what he needs, he thinks as he dips his head and kisses you again. You and only you.

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iriesdreamworld · 2 years

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michael myers - mike wheeler

warnings : smut, choking, knife kink, mask kink, threatening, daddy kink, oral (m receiving) sex,

you heard a bang as your front door slammed shut, instantly getting your attention as you shot up from your bed. you knew youd locked your door before getting into bed and the only person with a key was your parents but they werent due home until tomorrow morning.

slowly creeping around the corner of your bedroom door you peaked out to see nobody. the hallway was completely empty. so you grabbed the closest thing to you, a pink hair brush, and made your way into the living room. once again seeing nothing.

your hand fell to the side as you sighed to yourself. maybe you were just way too tired and imagining things you thought before you turned and caught a glimpse of the white mask before youd felt two hands reach around you, grabbing your mouth to silence you and your waist to hold you against them.

you tried as hard as you could to fight them off, not even knowing who it was that had grabbed you until you heard the familiar laugh of your boyfriend as he let you go.

“baby its just me!” he lifted the michael myers mask to reveal the very amused grin on his face and you shook your head at him.

“mike! you scared me to death!” you told him, using your hair brush to hit the side of his arm.

“if i was a real intruder id definitely have had to kidnap you.” he said, using the knife he was holding to motion to your clothes. or lack of.

as youd been in bed you were literally in just a small pink thong and a t hoodie youd stolen from him. you roll your eyes, moving closer to him as his arms wrap around you and you pull the mask back down over his face.

“you look hot.” you told him and heard a laugh from under the mask.

“you want me to fuck you like this?” he jokes but quickly notices as your eyes change at words. “oh you do.. you want me to put this knife against your throat and make you beg for you life?”

“mikey.” you whisper out, barely being able to find your voice over the shock you were in from your boyfriends words. youd always had a thing for the masked character after watching the movie with mike, and hearing your boyfriend speaking this way was doing something to you.

his hand reaches out and grips onto your throat, pinning you against the wall as he presses the knife above his hand. “what baby?” he asks and you cant even think, never mind speak to reply to him.

“you better start talking or im gonna have to make you, and im sure you dont want that do you princess?” he asks, moving the knife to trail down your tummy causing a whine to slip from your lips. “oh maybe you do.. hm? you like how my knife feels against your pretty skin?”

“mikey please..” you whine and he laughs, shaking his head at your reaction.

“god youre such a whore. i bet you loved how you felt when you thought i was someone else hm? did it make your little pussy wet to think about me forcing this knife into your skin.. making you beg for your life?”

your breath fell from your lips in a scattered fashion as your chest rise and fell quickly. you couldnt even imagine about how wet you were right now. your cheeks were reddening as he spoke to you.

“go on princess, beg.” the knife was pointed in to your skin, pushing hard enough to draw a little blood on to it.

“please mike-please dont kill me. you can do anything you want to me.” you pleaded and you could practically feel his smirk as he pressed a leg between your aching thighs.

“i know i can but its cute of you to remind me.. now shut the fuck up and go sit on the bed.” he ordered and you quickly did as he told.

you sat on your knees on the bed, facing him as he walked over to you with a smirk. his hand palmed himself through his pants as he made his way over, your mouth almost watering at the sight.

“you wanna suck my cock?” he asks and you nod your head, already desperate to please and he chuckles. “good slut.”

he undoes his pants, leaving them around his thighs before he grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging your face to meet with his already hard dick.

“suck. now”.

you immediately take him into your mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before your head dips lower taking in more of him.

he groans as your cheeks hollow, and you look up at him.

“fuck.” he grunts out, pushing your head down to choke on his cock. “good fucking girl gag on my cock.”

you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second as he continued. mike was always pretty dominant but never normally this rough.

he drags you off and your head up to meet his mask. “you want me to cum down your slutty little throat before i slit it open? hm is that what you want little whore?” he asks and you practically whimper.

“please daddy.” you nod and he pushes you back down, you latching back onto his cock instantly.

he holds you hair again, fucking into your face due to his desperate state now. he twitches in your mouth before spilling down your throat and you swallow without hesitation.

“thank you daddy.” you smile up at him, attempting to rub your thighs together for some release.

“stand.” he orders and you scramble to your feet in front of him and with no warning he rips off your top and drags down your underwear. “so fucking gorgeous, id be insane not to want to cut your pretty little throat wouldnt i? hm?” he asks and you nod.

“stupid little slut.” he laughs before pulling you to sit on his lap, his cock directly below your aching cunt.

“what do you want baby? tell me what you want.” he coos, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and you sigh.

“i want you to fuck me please.” you almost moan just at the thought he nods.

“go on then princess, maybe if youre good i wont have to kill you, hm? ill keep you around as my own little toy.” he questions and you dont even answer.

you quickly sink down on his cock, moaning out loudly as you finally feel him inside of you. “mikey oh my god.” he groans, gripping at your hips and forcing you to move.

you bounce up and down as he uses a hand to grab at one of your boobs. “youre so fucking gorgeous.” he grunts and you smile down at him, pressing a kiss to his mask. “and so so cute.” his hand trails up your back to tug at your hair.

“daddy im close.” you moan out, your eyes squeezing shut as you feel that familiar feeling in your stomach.

“already?” he asks with a laugh and you whine. his hand comes into contact ith your soft cheek and you cry out.

please please”

“hold it.” he spits, his nail digging into your hip as he begins to thrust up into you, helping both of you to get closer.

“fuck mikey harder please.” you whine, your lip catching between your teeth.

his free hand grabs your throat, fingers tightening around it as he fucks you both to your highs.

“go on princess show me how disgusting you are. cum all over my cock.” he tells you and you cum immediately, your nails dragging over his clothed chest as you moan loudly, screaming his name over and over.

“fuck.” he grunts, as he lets go of your throat letting you fall against him as the two of you come down, breathing heavily for a few minutes.

as u can tell, i’m excited for halloween :) feel free to make halloween themed requests pls !!

masterlist here

#stranger things #smut #mike #wheeler #mike wheeler x reader smut #mike x reader #mike wheeler x reader #slasher!mike wheeler #michael myers #mask kink #knife kink

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yourbpdgf · 2 years

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just something random from my drafts. im working on a really cool request i got so you can have this while i work on that.

sanzu sfw & nsfw hcs!

warnings: cnc, bondage, somnophilia, knife play, gun play, drugs, pierced dicks.

let me know if i missed any warnings.

• sanzu would never cheat on you. if hes dating you hes fucking INFATUATED with you, and seeing how loyal he is to mikey itll be the same with you.

• if sanzu had to pick between you and mikey i genuinely believe hed just get rid of himself. too hard of a decision. hes vowed loyalty to both of you until he dies, so he guesses hell have to die an early death 🤷‍♀️.

• contrary to popular belief sanzus not toxic if hes dating you. ofc he has to work late and he has buisness trips but most rich people do, right? as long as you dont need him to be with you every waking second then you should be fine.

• now to his drugs... if you really REALLY had a problem with him taking drugs to the point you were considering leaving him he would stop. being high isnt worth the loss of you in his opinion.

• but if you wanna do drugs with him? hell yeah! yall are gonna have the time of your livessss. but hed only let you do small time drugs like weed not hard shit like cocaine or anything to do with needles. he cant let any nasty needles pierce his pretty babys skin.

• sanzu keeps you in his penthouse with security surrounding it. the security isnt so you cant get out, no if you wanted to go anywhere you have a chauffeur and 2 body guards ready for you. the securitys there to make sure none of bonten or sanzus enemies get anywhere close to you. because if they did? sanzu would kill the world in its entirety and then himself. life without you has no meaning in his eyes.

• when youre with sanzu you get what you want when you want it. just ask and its yours ml! oh and when youre with him he does his BEST to convince you to stop working. you dont need to work he can take care of you just stay at home and chill, kay? you dont wanna stay in the house? thats fine take his card. again whatever you want you get 🤭.

• cuddle hcs now.

• sanzu is extremely touch starved, ik everybody says it but it makes so much sense ok 😭. takeomi was a dick in his childhood, senjus existence annoyed him and his parents sucked booty juice. therefore he wasnt getting much love, so now that he has unlimited access to that? yk damn well hes gonna take advantage.

• whenever sanzu is home hes usually in bed with you, dont be nasty its not like that ALL the time. his favorite way to cuddle with you is for you to be laying down with him on top of you. his head on your chest, your hand in his hair massaging his scalp and his arms circling your waist. to him its just so relaxing the most ideal position to be in. heaven on earth if you will.

• now onto the dirty shiii.

• sanzus MADDDD kinky. im sorry thats just how it is. his main kinks are bondage, gun play, knife play, choking and cnc.

• bondage: sanzu would use his belt to tie your wrists behind your back, hed also gag you with either your own panties or his tie. anythings fair game to sanzu as long as youre okay with it hed bound you with anything.

• gun play: hed either fuck you with his gun to your head or throat, or fucking you with the gun. obviously hed keep the gun empty with the safety on but he wouldnt tell you that. it gave both of you a rush effing adrenaline junkies .

• knife play: he loves carving his initials into you. sanzu loves gliding his pocket knife into you plushy thighs, he loves seeing your pretty red blood drip in the shape of his initials. he lives for your mixed expressions of bliss and pain when you feel his knife cut into you. he could probably cum untouched from just that.

• choking: seeing his hand around your neck while struggle to breathe is exhilarating to say the least. obviously he would never want to actually kill you, never. its just the fact that your struggling to breathe yet youre still trying to moan like a whore is amusing to him.

• cnc somnophilia: sanzus a busy ass man. sometimes by the time he comes home your asleep already and hes very pent up. now any normal person would see that you were asleep and just masturbate, but no this is sanzu were talking about. sanzu had made sure to have the conversation with you about fucking you while youre asleep and once you agreed? oh he ran with that shi. expect to be fucked while sleeping at least 4 times a week <3.

• now for dick hcs

• its pierced. he was high when he got it pierced so he doesnt remember it nor does he remember how painful it was but he doesnt regret it.

• 4 inches soft. 7 1/2 inches when hard.

• above average girth.

• its bushy but clean. he cleans it up and trims it every once in a while when he remembers. you probably wont be able to get him to shave it.

ok thats it here these r

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#sanzu x reader #haruchiyo sanzu x reader #haruchiyo x reader #sanzu hcs #sanzu headcanons #sanzu smut #sanzu x reader smut #haruchiyo sanzu smut #haruchiyo sanzu x reader smut

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case-57-with-the-enclosure · 11 months

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✒️ Fic Dissecting Time

My highlights for lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) chapter 1, by @definitelynotshouting

definitelynotaroughdraft (definitelynotshouting) on AO3

This dissection will consist of highlights and commentary on the transcribed fragments.

Please be sure to read the tags and cws, we're going by dead dove rulings.

Spoilers ahead.

This is by no means anything formal- it's the writer equivalent of putting all your toys on a single line.

The author has a very lovely rant here that gives the piece context- but im sure you know that, if you read their notes 👁 please read this fic. then come back and agree with me.

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Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Category: Gen, M/M

Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series

Character: Charles | Grian, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Oliver Brotherhood |

Mumbo Jumbo, Xisumavoid (Video Blogging RPF); Pearl | PearlescentMoon; TangoTek (Video Blogging RPF); Hermitcraft Ensemble

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Charles | Grian, Charles | Grian Angst, Watcher Charles | Grian,

Watchers, Charles | Grian Needs a Hug, Suicide Attempt, Suicidal

Thoughts, Starvation, Eating Disorders, Parasites, <-- the watchers

are parasitic, Body Horror, Trauma, Eventual Happy Ending, Recovery,

Self-Harm, my guy be in SITUATIONS, Winged Charles | Grian, Identity

Issues, every single tag i add makes me realize how hard im making

grian go through it, rip king you'll get a happy ending i promise,

Misunderstandings, Worldbuilding, sooo much worldbuilding, Not RPF,

Not Beta Read

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its been a while since I've read angst for the sake of hurting and yknow what? i missed this feeling of controled despair.

And, Grian realizes, with a flicker of– of something undefinable (he can't say it's excitement, because he isn't actually keen to die– but it's something. A bit like hope, a lot like loss, in the shape of grief and threaded, ultimately, with desperate relief) (...)"

(sobbing, wheezing, heart-ached) what the fuck. what the actual fuck.

The devastation yawns in the deepest pits of his heart, in his very code, and threatens to tear him apart at the seams.

"the devastation yawns" alright. next time just gut me with a knife it'll be quicker than DESINTEGRATING MY SOUL LIKE THIS???? i love that, i love that so badly.

"Grian grits his teeth, then lifts his hand and opens his mouth, sinking them into the base of his thumb. Copper sings on his tongue; the spike of burning pain forces his eyes inward, drawing his attention and keeping it there as blood fills his mouth, thick and tacky."

AUGH thats it!!!! thats what this fic tastes like- burning copper, not as in copper that's been burnt, but as in copper that leaves a painful heat as it goes down your throat, that you can feel cruising your chest and guts as it makes its way down your stomach. (positive).

"(...) he chokes out, and that seems to break whatever trance Xisuma, Pearl, and Tango have been in this entire time. They rush forward, eating the distance between them in rapid strides, until they're all crouched around Grian."

gods i LOVE the use of "eating" here. its so visual and tangible i love it

"Voices rise around him in a cacophonous symphony, but Grian no longer has the strength to parse them. He sinks, dribbling into the abyss like molasses from a bottle. The darkness consumes him. He does not dream."

"He does not dream" my stomach hurts this is so good. tasty tasty angst. also molasses. the molassiest word ever.

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Overall feelings on this first chapter:

that was. so tactile and textured- i need to hold it in my hands and press my palms into it, and let the spikes in its texture hurt my hands a little. its so good, the wording makes it so engaging and leaves you enraptured on its flowing narrative- you sure did put that guy in situations huh

if you've read all the way over here: hi ü hope you don't mind this block of text of cero coherent analysis. i had fun.

i have to attend to my life now before i run late, so I'll return to this piece and its dissection soon (hopefully in some hours?)

#i didn't know I'd do another one of this but they're so much fun #and i plan on doing the other 3 chapters so like :>#I'll figure out the tags for this sideblog later #✒️ fic dissection 🔬

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ythmir-writes · 9 months

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thoughts again about another prince (🐻) revealed via Silvio's route

not sure if its 23 or 24 so be warned that this is spoilers tail end of the romantic route (under the cut so skip it if you don't wanna know yet ! this is spoilers for both Luke and Silvio)

that part when Silvio meets Gilbert after proposing the 4-way alliance, when Silvio kicks the door open (if he didn't, then its bcos i have an image of Silvio in my head that he's always kicking doors open) , and Gilbert is at the table LADEN WITH FOOD MADE WITH HONEY !!

and WHO is often being lured in by anything honey?? now, why would Gilbert have an entire dinner table filled to the brim with honey? im not sure if i should be angry or sad for or at Luke but hello??!! this is him isn't it?? there's no other person, it has to be him right?? and that's what makes me have so many feels about this scene!! never in my entire reading of silvio's route did it even cross my mind that Luke would have this kind of part in it - but it's here!! in the Romantic Route of all places!!

and how am i, a sucker for angst and pain and knife at the throat scenarios, supposed to interpret this???

ONE: he's luring Luke in, that is Luke hasn't come in yet and Silvio got there first. Gilbert has failed to stir up trouble the first time, now he's gonna stir up trouble more aggressively because chev is king now and he likes to rile chev up

TWO: Luke's already been there, because Gilbert is seen already eating, and has walked away without chatting, there is no mention of any missing food items or food half-eaten (and this is Luke, likely he swallowed something whole, fit it all in into his mouth probs)

THREE: Luke's already been there, because Gilbert is seen already eating, and has walked away after a successful chat because Gilbert is seen by Silvio in a good mood

i know there are probably more ways to interpret the scene. clues that i may have missed because i mostly tap tapped my way through chaps10-16 of silvio's route and i may have missed many (a very probable scenario i assure you) but for purposes of angst and pain all around im going with number 3!!

why?? why make myself suffer?

Gilbert has always mentioned that he has a hobby of training spies and, particularly in Silvio's route, he has a very very very special spy, and also but more importantly

because bloody rose day has already happened.

Everything in Luke's past that was revealed in his route has come to pass, and Luke arrives at the palace ready to tear down the entire system

but then of course it's going to be This Way - because in Luke's route, not only is it hinted he's associated with a disaster of a person, when MC meets him, he is already Anger Personified. His heart is full of spite and rage and resentment at the people who made his life miserable! who took away from him everything that was dear to him! who robbed him of so so much! Luke's anger against the royal family is so great that he's willing to set himself on fire just so this abominable system goes down. if he has to go down with it, then so be it! he's so angry, he's practically apathetic to everything (within and outside his route) because he knows he's going to tear it all down with his bare hands if he has to

it made me remember his sprite midroute, that wrath in him when he raised his sword against that one prince he looked up to! the fury boiling in him when he raised the gun and even aimed it at MC's chest! Luke looked at his lover and aimed a gun at their heart!! when MC tries to stop Luke, he physically removes them from the equation!

of course, in Luke's route, he repents, he breaks down and learns how to forgive and move on and the danger is extinguished! his anger burns through, and he rises from that to become a better person -

but... but does that mean that in any other route that isn't his, Luke's fury consumes him even after the suitor's epilogue? am i supposed to think now that in every goddamn route, Luke is always behind the scenes working to dismantle the thing MC and their chosen suitor is trying to save?

that this is being implied at all is tearing me apart!!

#ikemen prince #luke randolph #this gave me new lenses to look at the routes #no i am not okay #my heart is breaking into two #please give this man some peace #i will now need to reread Luke's route and cry all over again

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googoobabajogwick · 1 year

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Hot Knife Chpt: 6

description: You and John spend some time together, you're worried about his back. He gets reminded of Helen and another argument breaks out. The two of you also get ready to leave, ready to start this battle.

triggers: alcohol use, arguing and talks of sexual assault

word count: 6k

mini authors notes: realized that before part 4 came out i was like omg his back... how will they incorporate such a complex injury... well, looks like my worry was for nothing and im taking this way more seriously than the actual writers did lol

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Hot Knife Chapter Six: Broken Piece of Broken Pieces

The rest of the day yesterday was awkward. You both barely spoke and when it was it was just to talk about what had happened to him the past few months. All except his wife. As much as you knew he probably needed to talk to someone about it you couldn't. You think you’d tackle and beat the shit out of him if he did.

You ate dinner and slept in the same room, away from one another, with too much silence until today. It was mid day when he brought you out to his private gym. There John asked you to show him what you still had which you responded with a ‘are you kidding me?’ expression. He used his hands to urge you and you grunted in disapproval.

Your hands dropped to your sides as you stared at the punching bag in front of you. He had already seen what you could do when you tackled him but he wanted to see more. With careful movements you stalked around it, letting your eyes scan over John as well. He was watching you, almost with an excited gleam in his eye. Your fighting style was fun to watch.

“Your back is healed?” You asked.

John nodded and you reciprocated, continuing to walk around the bag. He looked at you confused, this wasn’t an actual opponent yet you were being very cautious as you walked around and around. All of the sudden you stopped right in front with your back towards him and struck the bag. He could tell you weren’t trying that hard until you punched again but this time pushed yourself back with the impact. Your hands still hurt and you fought a wince.

You kicked your leg out and he grabbed your ankle to stop you from kicking him in the stomach. He planted his heels into the ground to steady himself when you flipped yourself around, knocking the both of you onto your asses. Before John could process what happened you pounced on him and held your finger to his throat. He had never seen it coming.

“Hm, weak knees. That’s a sign you have a bad back. That or the High Table is slacking because I just killed you.” You got up off of him.

John let out a breathless laugh. You amazed him every single time. He couldn’t help but feel a burst of excitement in his chest. You were here, you were helping him, there just may be a chance for him to get out of this. Knowing you wouldn’t help him up he stood up on his own.

“Nice job.”

You rolled your eyes. Of course he ignored your pestering of his injuries, it was nothing new.

“I thought you didn’t care about my wellbeing.” He mused.

He was being way too comfortable with you, you thought to yourself.

“ Yeah. Because if you die what does that mean for me ?” You used your hand to emphasize your worry.

John let out a sigh, the airy feeling leaving him while his signature deep frown replaced his cheeky smile. The age old question that the two of you should probably have an answer to, to be safe. The most predictable thing they would do would be killing you and your daughters. As much as he didn’t even want to think about it, they would probably kill your daughters first. Then your friend, destroy everything you’ve worked to build, force it under High Table command and then kill you.

Yeah. That wouldn’t happen, not if John could help it. No matter how hard it would be, he would not die until he knew you were safe. That reminded him that he should talk to The Bowery King and Winston about making sure you’re out of harm's way when you’re done helping him. Maybe Sofia could do him one more favor, she did always like you.

“They don’t like when people break their rules.

“No shit.”

John looked at you with worry.

“You should be prepared for the worst. The High Table went after you too but you slipped through the cracks.” He stopped to gauge your reaction.

Your eyes widened a bit and you crossed your arms again but you also felt a bit smug. See? He could never do anything without you. But could you? If he wasn't there you'd groan and argue with your own thoughts. You could! Look at where he was and what you had accomplished. Yet at the end of the day you were right back next to him, ready to take on a hidden army basically. You knew they had sent people but you were never aware of the extent of their search.

John nodded at you when you acknowledged what he said. He was wearing a white t-shirt and sweatpants. It was weird to see him in such casual clothes. So domestic, like he was right at home, but then again this had been home for him for a while. He looked fit and healthy though his face showed how tired he was. Though he appeared healthy you still weren't sure. You’d talked to The King when he ran into you in whatever this place even was. A warehouse turned home? You still had no clue.

Spinal injuries usually took six months to heal but even then, sometimes things would never be the same. You didn't want to worry about him but you were having a hard time not. His silence was normal but it also just kept everything uncomfortable. When you two were together you always worried. John would do anything to get the upper hand even if it involved gambling his life. You were starting to wonder if he was just plain suicidal at this point.

“Stand on one leg.” It was a demand.

John lifted his left leg, put it down and then did the same thing with his right before you could ask. Looks like it was time for your own little physical. You seemed content with his balance.

“Hold your hands out.” He did and you brought your hands up to squeeze around them. “Feel any tingling? Loss of any feeling?”

He was too focused on how warm and soft your hands felt against his. You had a bit of callus on your hands from whatever you’d been doing all these years but compared to his they felt like the softest cotton to ever grace his skin. Helen’s hands were even softer. He hadn't had a woman physically touch him in a non violent manner in a long time. It didn't help that the woman touching him was also someone he was incredibly attracted to.

All of the sudden he wanted to rip his hands away from you. The guilt was too much. He wasn’t doing anything wrong but it felt like he was, so that’s what he did.

“No.”

You noticed the change in his demeanor but ignored it, instead moving and using the tips of your fingers to press into the back and sides of his neck.

“Any pain?”

“No.” He really needed you to hurry up.

You moved down to his back and pushed in the middle. He winced a bit and couldn't stop the slight jump his body gave.

“Don't even lie to me.” You warned.

“A bit.”

Remembering his x-rays you were allowed to see, his back did look to be healed. The pain he felt now was an easy fix for you. Although he really did not want to feel your arms around him at this moment he knew exactly what you wanted to do. Instead of arguing he lifted his arms as you went behind him. Your arms went under his armpits to rest your hands so your palms were against his neck stabilizing him. You always readjusted his back for him when you were dating but you'd have to be careful.

“So willing, I could paralyze you right now.” You chuckled, “ready?”

John rolled his eyes but nodded. In slow movements you circled your entire body, moving him with yours. Both of you, way too aware of how close you were. Your pelvis was snug up against his ass. His back cracked and he let out a groan. He blushed, why did it always have to sound so sexual? John’s back felt so much better now. You could've just paralyzed him but he didn't care and ripped away from you, fast.

Looks like you didn't paralyzed him, great.

“I told you my back was fine.” John didn't mean for it to come out so harsh, he just spoke without thinking.

“What’s your problem? I'm just helping, asshole.”

Prior to whatever this was he was being a bit excited. This was totally different.

“Stop insulting me.” To you, that sounded like a threat.

You stood up straight and he almost groaned out of frustration. Already preparing yourself for a scuffle if needed. This was impossible. What in the world was wrong with him? His hot and then cold actions were driving you insane. Nice and then mean, nice and then mean again. At least you were consistent. John’s mood changed the second you touched him. It's not like you wanted to for the fun of it. You glared at him, your gaze challenging him.

“Oh?”

“Let’s just drop it.” His tone was stern and you laughed in his face.

“Holy shit, I can't handle this. You say I'm impossible but, look at you.” You mocked him.

“You’re impossible because every conversation becomes this.”

You were starting to feel hot the madder you got.

“You were just acting all buddy buddy with me a few minutes ago, then you started giving me attitude.” Your face held nothing but contempt for him, “what’s got you so pissed off John? Huh?”

His guilt manifested into anger. This was a mistake. Why did he ever think this would work? His blood boiled and he couldn't stop the steam from evaporating out of his lungs and coming out of his mouth.

“The fact that I’m standing in front of you and not Helen. ” John could feel the energy in the room drop and he regretted his words the second they came out of his mouth.

Where were you again? You couldn't even remember. The blacked out rage that took over your body was strong. If you had a gun you’d shoot him in the head, if you were stronger than him you'd snap his neck. That bounty had never looked so desirable. When you came back to, he was holding your wrist as your hand was balled into a fist. You must've tried to hit him.

You snatched your hand from him. John’s toxic guilt was turning into natural guilt. He wasn't like you, his go-to was not to insult and be rude to those he cared about and he did care about you. One could argue that you’d been disrespectful to him from the beginning but he had known you long enough to know giving you a taste of your own medicine was like poking an angry bear. It never ended well and could potentially lead to you doing something catastrophic.

John could tell you wanted to try and hit him again but you just looked at him. For the first time he actually saw hurt, not just anger. If his eyes didn’t deceive him, he thinks he’d even admit he saw a little tremble of your bottom lip. He called your name, about to apologize but you cut him off.

“If you miss her so much, why don't you go join her at this point? ”

You needed a shot.

Without waiting for a response you walked away from him, making sure to bump into his side hard as you went to find the bottle of vodka in your bag, John was left alone once more.

Later that night John went to find you. He had given you your time and spoken to The Bowery King. The bigger man had laughed at him, not even needing to know what he said to you to know his friend had fucked up big time. They both spoke of a diner / café where one of Hugo’s advisers visited frequently. The two of you would have to check it out in the morning. Hopefully you could find out where his operation took place.

When he found you, you were wasted. He felt bad, your eyes were puffy and red. A telltale sign you had been sobbing. He almost wanted to tell you to stay here, he’d go and do everything. Move your daughters here, hide them, keep them safe, let him put himself in danger. You’d never allow that but right now he wasn’t so sure.

You laid on the floor and stared up at the ceiling. Not even acknowledging he was there, you took one more sip from the bottle and sniffled. You looked pathetic but couldn’t care. The bottle was half empty. You were too depressed to even stop him when he walked up to you and grabbed it, shoving it back into your bag.

You’d been thinking. A lot. You thought you’d get closure with him if you helped him but that seemed farther than the truth more than ever now. He’d never love you again… Not that that’s what you wanted… but his heart belonged to another woman. Sadly it still felt like yours belonged to him. Even if you didn’t want it to.

You were drunk and they say that drunk actions revealed sober thoughts but you didn’t want to entertain that idea because what did that mean for you? Loving John? That wasn’t you anymore. You couldn’t love him and you wouldn’t. Your mind traveled to darker thoughts, thinking about Hugo. Somehow it didn’t feel as painful.

You wanted your daughters. You wanted to be sober and watch a movie with them, talking about their interests and hearing about their life outside of you. You wanted to hug them. This was a mistake. A stupid one you couldn’t even take back. You didn't know you'd be this emotional still. The marker was done, but you were already there.

“They’d come in and inject me with this shit… I have a few ideas on what it was but I never cared to find out what. The things they would do to me…” The tears began to flow again.

“Y/N. Stop.” You closed your eyes at how soft he sounded.

Drugs. They had to keep you subdued with drugs because you were better than them. Physically stronger? No but smarter and could fight better. Strength didn’t mean shit if you knew what you were doing and you did. You weren’t able to fully kick the habit until your mid twenties. Still you couldn’t stop drinking.

“If I closed my eyes I could almost pretend it was you.” Your head rolled back and forth as you whispered it.

You felt like you were rocking on a boat but also in your inebriated state, trying to shake the thoughts out of your head. The way your body remembered every feeling; every bit of pain they forced you to endure was horrible. John didn’t want to hear this and he knew you wouldn’t be saying these things if you weren't drunk.

“I was fifteen and I still remember it all like it was yesterday. I miss my daughters.”

“Do you want to call them?”

“Not like this.” You sobbed.

John came and sat by your body. His legs were straight in front of him while he leaned back on his hands. He inhaled through his nostrils before bringing his hand up. He hesitated and then placed it on your wrist but you pulled it away. You cried harder wanting to literally curl up in a ball.

“Don’t touch me! Go away. I hate you and you hate me.”

The man stayed quiet.

“Oh by the way, I wasn’t putting my,” You stared at your hands, “ dirty hands on you for the fun of it. I saw you wanting to get away with me. I’ll put fucking gloves on next time I give you a mini check up.”

Dirty. John hated that word. You both had ‘filthy’ hand’s stained with enough blood to make multiple donation centers jealous but he knew that’s not how you meant it. Dirty as in used, second hand. You struggled with that a lot and while you had reached a point where you felt like your body was your own again but you were drunk.

And he was mean to you.

“You’re not dirty and I shouldn’t have said what I did.” John contemplated telling you this because of your current state but decided anyway, “I was... thinking about Helen.”

“Oh great.” You groaned.

“Because I miss her and your hands reminded me of hers. I loved her and I’m not afraid to say that.”

You really didn’t wanna hear anymore but he shook his head and continued.

“It still feels like I’m married sometimes. You’re not dirty and you know it too.”

“Must’ve been nice.” He could just make out your mumble. “Whatever, I'm tired from crying. Sorry about Helen, John but I can’t listen to any more of this.”

He nodded but didn’t leave. You couldn’t help but keep thinking about what he said. Your hands reminded him of hers. Although you were pissed off at him you felt so lonely. You knew he was feeling it too and probably thinking about her. He watched her die. You wondered how he said goodbye and if he let his touch linger for one last time.

Ah fuck it you were drunk and emotional.

“Jardani?”

“Yeah?” He asked.

“If I hold your hand, are you going to picture her?”

The man was shocked by your question.

“No- No not at all.” His reply was immediate.

After a few seconds of silence you reached out and grabbed his hand.

“Just for tonight. You say anything tomorrow and I’ll shave your head while you’re sleeping.” You threatened.

John’s heart dropped into his stomach. That was worse than death. He gave you a nervous look that you didn't see and a hum of acknowledgement, giving your hand a soft squeeze. You didn't hear it though as you had already fallen asleep to the feeling of his thumb rubbing back and forth on the back of your hand. For the next hour he couldn't take his eyes off both your hands.

In the morning you had a killer headache but you remembered everything. You felt pissed at yourself for succumbing to your drunken desires. What a way to make holding hands seem so risqué but you were still upset with him. John was nowhere to be seen, something that made you relax a bit more. How dare he say those things to you?

Hypocrite. You thought to yourself but you tried not to care. In the gym you were trying to help him not seduce him or whatever… and it wasn’t like your goal was to make him remember her. With all this Hugo shit you couldn’t think right. And you didn't even want to think. One of the best cures for a hangover was more alcohol but when you went to your bag it was missing. You swore out loud. That fucker! You couldn't even yell at him as it would just make you look even more like an alcoholic.

Instead you picked up your phone and called your Algo and your daughters. Your leg was bouncing from anxiety but the second you heard their voices you felt your mood pick up. You told them everything was fine but a bit tense and that you had a rough night. When they asked you why you, you told them the truth.

The two of you had gotten into a fight and you just didn't want to deal with him today but you knew you had to. Okay, maybe not the full truth but you just didn't want to talk about what he had said to you. You asked them what their plans were and they explained that they would be continuing to look for the locatiom of Hugo’s operation. If only they knew who that man was.

Well Algo probably had an idea, if anyone could dig up shit like that it was her. The minute she looked him up she probably saw Hugo was related to a Vladimir and all the online evidence of his shit. She was smart and could put two and two together but she wouldn't push you, not yet anyways. Your friend began to talk about the dinner she made last night and you smiled.

The normalcy of the situation helped you. Your girls went on to tell you how good it was. They helped describe to you the taste so you could picture it better. By the end of the conversation you were starving. You told them you’d call them next time you could and hung up with an I love you. Right as you put your phone down your head snapped up.

You heard what sounded like a dog running. The door was pushed open and a big black Pitt Bull jumped on top of you and began to slobber all over your face. This must be John’s dog. Your hands came up to try and push the animal off of you, not wanting it to lick your face. You liked dogs, just not their bodily fluids.

You smiled at it when John came in calling his name and telling it to stop. You looked at him, he seemed like he was in the middle of getting ready. His shirt was half buttoned up, but he had his slacks and belt on. No shoes either. The dog listened and sat, looking up at you with an adorable expression, tongue out as it panted in excitement. It almost looked like it was smiling.

“Its name is Dog? Seriously?” You asked him.

“He. You named your one cat meow meow.” He shrugged.

John was right. When you were twenty three you found a kitten and you brought it home. You knew he wouldn’t care as he’d always loved animals but they were hard to have when you left a lot, which he did. This one you couldn’t leave though… not with how adorable she was! She wouldn’t stop meowing so you named her meow meow respectfully.

“Fine. Guess we both suck at names.” You admitted.

The man chuckled.

“He doesn’t usually do that to others, only me.”

John walked over to a mirror and began buttoning up his shirt. You rubbed your eyes, the headache still strong and grabbed your bag and made your way to the bathroom. Thank god he was sticking to his promise of not mentioning you holding his hand. Today was going to be rough. You pulled out and inspected the new outfit they gave you.

Your ex must've told them you wouldn't wear a suit because the outfit was the same thing you were wearing before but made out of a new bulletproof material, one of a kind, custom made just for you. You didn't trust it though and kept your bullet proof vest on anyway. After brushing your teeth you made your way back to his bedroom.

You leaned against the wall with your arms crossed as you watched John. He was almost done getting ready before the two of you had to be on your way. The two of you were going to get some answers today but since your mind was spinning you could barely remember the plan. Instead of entertaining your nerves you decided to watch him.

He was putting on a new black suit jacket, courtesy of The Bowery King, and loading all his weapons. As he pulled on the sleeves you couldn't help but think of the King’s words you heard last night while drinking alone; A man’s gotta look his best when he gets married, or burried.

The man was very loud but you did enjoy his company, except when he was laughing at your misfortunes. You wondered what John looked like on his wedding day. Did they even have a wedding? Did he keep his hair soft and natural or did he cake it in hair gel like he always did before a hit? Sometimes he’d just tuck it behind his ears. It was still pulled back, out of his face but in a less intimidating way.

John wasn’t now. You wondered why as he always did. Always. It was his thing but it did make him look good. Either his hair was too long to slick back or maybe he just didn't care enough anymore. You knew you wouldn't. You never did in the first place. If he would’ve left with you he wouldn’t be here in the first place and that made you feel better inside.

You noticed him sneak a couple glances towards you as you watched him. Never one to get nervous with staring often, he felt your eyes burning holes into his skin. When he was done with his attire he started checking his guns. It had been thought of many times before but you couldn’t believe this was happening. You were sure you’d wake up any second.

“So… what am I here for exactly?” It was louder than you meant it to be in the silence.

“We hit The Marquis where it hurts. I did something like this with Viggo. Then I’ll go to Europe, challenge him and kill him.” John put the gun he was holding down and picked up another one. “Winston knows a lot of the old rules.”

“Didn’t Winston shoot you off a roof?”

“Bygones.” He replied with no emotion in his voice.

“Right…” Your tone was sarcastic but you still questioned him, “But do you trust him?”

John sighed and turned to face you fully.

“Winston doesn’t like to be bested. What the High Table did was…”

He paused but before he could finish his sentence you spoke up,

“Predictable? Yet still so wrong…”

John couldn’t help but smirk, though the topic was grim and serious— and it genuinely made him upset to think about— you were finishing his sentences. Whether you hated him or not, some old habits die hard it seemed. You stared at him with a questioning glance, given the conversation at hand.

“Yeah.”

“Excuse me? Yes? Hello? I don’t understand what’s so amusing about this conversation.”

“You’re finishing my sentences.” John pointed out.

You felt your face heat up at this. That’s annoying, you didn’t even notice. A scoff left your mouth and you wanted to wipe that smug look off of his face. You couldn’t help but look at the wall behind him. You’d let him win that staring contest.

“Yes, because if I don’t,” still not meeting his eyes, “who will?”

John actually got a chuckle out of that one. You aimed to hurt him but he found it endearing because it was so familiar. Plus after everything he’s been through and everything that happened last night, it took a lot more than a few disses to hurt him. Instead of continuing to push it he started back on with the conversation at hand, something you were grateful for.

“Winston wants to win and it’s the only chance I got.”

You nodded and he went back to looking over all his guns. Still, your mind could not stop thinking about Hugo. You had been in therapy for years but you never thought you’d have to confront him or even see him for that matter. Tears welled up in your eyes but not enough to cry. Christ you forgot how much of a crybaby you were when it came to this lifestyle.

You’d only cry around people you trusted though and again, no matter how horrible things ended you’d always trust him. It was almost involuntary the minute someone walked in it was like a light switch. Crying? Your brain worked in mysterious ways but having a father who murdered people and killing people yourself might have something to do with that.

After years of being away you realized the reason you hated it was because you disliked being out of control and you were right back here. At first you weren’t that worried but now with the news of Hugo, you were now facing the two people who hurt you. You internally winced. John was nothing like that man, thinking that they had anything in common upset you.

It was two different pains and one was ten times worse than the other. You almost wanted to put your anger for John aside because facing Hugo would be incomparable to facing your ex when time finally came to talk it out. Yet when you looked at him all you saw was what you always wanted and never had.

You wondered what retired John was like. Were his and Helen’s morning routines anything like yours? If they were you really didn’t want to think about that. Did they travel the world? Had she ever known what it was like to wake up in a cold empty bed? Or find him almost bleeding out?

No. She didn’t. And you were glad she didn’t because it sucked. Helen was not a part of this world. You couldn’t help the slight jealousy you felt while thinking of her but most of your anger was with John. He was the one who made empty promises to you for years; she had nothing to do with you two.

Why didn’t he want that with you? You actually believed he loved you and well yeah maybe he did, but he could never love you like you loved him. It was hard to come to terms with. He was the only one. Even all those months in captivity it was the thought of him that helped. If you lived, you could see him again.

Five months of thinking of him, picturing him— when they found you, you could only remember him. Could only feel safe around him. It didn’t take long for all your memories to come back, after all the drugs were out of your system but until then you always asked for Jardani. He could never understand what that’s like.

When you both broke up it was the first time in your life you could no longer depend on him for comfort in twenty four years. It was like mourning a death in your opinion and it was. It was the death of a relationship and friendship. Even after everything it felt like nothing had changed at all. It was starting to feel like the only way you’d ever have him in your life was if you were working.

Your brain was in utter turmoil trying to balance the two issues currently going on in your life. Having to face both at once was too much.

“I- I just need you to go over it one more time.” You felt annoying, asking over and over but John didn’t think so.

He began to explain the plan step by step. The man knew how hard this was going to be for you and knew you needed to hear the plan multiple times before you felt confident. Even as he talked about it to you, you couldn’t focus no matter how hard you tried. He had to call your name multiple times but you couldn’t stop thinking about Hugo.

The feeling of nausea was overwhelming, so much so you needed to sit down as you gagged. John stopped talking and the frown on his stern face deepened. His want to help you, hold you, change back time and never show up was strong. He watched as your elbows dug into the thick part of your thighs as you held your face in your hands.

You were trying to will away the vomit. All the things you worked through or tried to forget flooded your mind. Hands, blood, knives, mocking laughter and so much pain… Vladimir was the one you knew because of how awful he was. He befriended you and Jardani a couple months before he kidnapped you.

You grabbed the closest bowl-like object and threw up. John turned and grabbed his T-shirt he was no longer wearing before handing it to you. You took it but kept your mouth close for a few seconds in case you had to puke again. When you were done he grabbed it out of your hands and went to throw it out.

You held onto his shirt with trembling hands and brought it up to wipe the spit from your mouth. When he came back he had a small bottle of mouthwash and a piece of gum. You were pale as a ghost and thankful he wasn’t making a big deal out of this.

“Sorry about your shirt…and I’m okay I’m just hungover.”

“It’s fine. I have more.” He reassured you.

"Y/N..."

"I said it's fine." You growled out.

John knew you were lying. When he was talking to you, you had that thousand yard stare he was so used to seeing on your face as you remembered everything. Dog whined indicating that even he could tell you were lying. Both their states were too much. You felt a bit uncomfortable.

“So you were saying something about a café?” You cleared your throat.

Always avoiding the topic of things that bothered you, well, real things with meaning because you loved to make your opinion known. It was a very endearing yet frustrating trait of yours. You’d complain when you were bored, saw something you didn't like, pissed at someone you name it. When it came from deep within your heart you’d almost physically recoil at the thought of talking about those things. With John at least.

For someone who hated when he wouldn't talk about when he was in pain, you sure didn’t like to talk about your feelings. Still, after what he said last night John would once again let it go. He began to tell you about the place you two had to check out, that there might be some people with some answers. You told him that Algo would continue to look just in case this was a dead end.

John kneeled down and began to rub the top of Dog’s face, giving the dog lots of affection. There was a chance he’d never come back. There was also the chance this would be a dead end and you'd be right back there by the end of the night. Nevertheless, it was time to say goodbye whether it was for now or forever. You heard him call him a ‘good dog’ before he opened the door to reveal The Bowery King.

He smiled at the two of you and Dog went and sat next to his side. At least the dog would have a good life if it went all wrong. He pulled out a pair of car keys and John held his hands out to catch them. Instead, he threw them to you. You smiled as the look on your ex’s face was shock. The King wished you both Godspeed, but not without throwing in a little,

“Try not to kill each other, Beatrice and Benedick,”

comment.

You asked him what that was supposed to mean and he once again just laughed before walking away humming a tune from the movie he had just referenced, Much Ado About Nothing, the play originally by Shakespeare. Out of the corner of your eye you could've sworn you saw John smirking. You scoffed before grabbing your bag and heading out the door. The two of you went outside to find something beautiful.

A vintage 1964 black Ford Falcon. This time when you turned to John you smiled with teeth. The last time you rode in one of these was years ago. It was your favorite car because it was your fathers dream car. Flashy, materialistic items didn't have much meaning to you but this, this was something that deserved to be cared for and loved.

You ran up to the driver's side, knowing exactly why he handed the keys to you, and opened the door. John shook his head and opened his as well. Before the two of you got in you put both hands on the edge of the top of the car and rested your chin on the flesh. You called his name and he turned his head to hear what you had to say.

“The King is wrong, by the way. You’re more like Don John.”

And with that you hopped into the car, leaving him to roll his eyes.

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