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Until Sunrise - A Khal Drogo/Reader One Shot Story.

So I was feeling a certain way about Jason Momoa, and realised that it is absolutely uncalled for that I have not yet written for my favourite character of his! I’ve no idea how alive/dead the GoT fandom is (I’m expecting dead, lol!) but I’ve tagged anyone I can think who might be interested, or because I know whatever form he’s presented in, you like him because he’s Jason motherfucking Momoa. As you should.

Words - 1,375

Warnings - Smut below the cut, minors DNI!

The moments you lived for; they were only ever fleeting at best. He would send for you, as he always did, picking one of his favourites from the tent of women devoted entirely to keeping the Khal content, eyes that burned with envy following you as you departed, ready for him. They always did.

Walking over the dried-up terrain, you cast your eyes to the sky, seeing the moon beginning to rise, knowing the silver orb will be glowing fully through the inky night sky by the time he’s done having his way with you. He never allows you to remain until sunrise.

Entering his tent, you find him standing in wait for you, the splendour of his nakedness appealing as always, approaching with long strides and taking you roughly by the arm, as is Drogo’s way. He rarely shows anything less than dominant claiming, towing you to his bed, making short work of your clothes.

“How do you want me tonight, my Khal?” you ask, your Dothraki flawless. He does speak the common tongue, much more than he would ever let on, yet you have only ever communicated with him in his own language.

He takes a moment for contemplation, his finger running along your jawline. “Face down, backside up.” Not surprising. He always prefers to take you from behind. You feel his weight dip the bed behind you, one hand placed at the top of your spine, the other beginning to stroke at you. His hand is oiled, as is his only real consideration for you, that you be slippery enough to sheathe his huge cock. Foreplay is a word unknown to him, in any language.

It is surprising to you, as your folds are parted, that he simply hasn’t done the minimal to wet your walls and swiftly breech you, his fingers touring you, exploring the petal soft flesh of your sex. Those slippery fingertips swirl around, until they reach your little bud, a soft gasp fluttering from your lips, Drogo focusing in on it.

“Good?"

You are confused, pleasantly, though. “Yes, my Khal."

He takes a moment of pause, ceasing the rubbing. “Truly? Or do you just speak this to pacify me?" He leans to you, his breath hot against the back of your neck. “Tell me how you like it.”

You are too scared of sparking his terrifying rage to even question why he cares, only pleasantly surprised that for once, he actually does. “A little softer to begin with, less pressure.” When his fingers begin to circle again, it’s pure bliss, your lips parting on a soft moan. “Just like that, my Khal.”

He straightens, his dark eyes watching, enchanted by the sight of you spread before him, his fingers quickening a little, dragging them back and forth, offering the same at your entrance, your arousal bathing them. He likes that, the feel of wet silk warming his fingertips, pushing them inside of you, a grumble rattling his throat.

“Soaking,” he grunts, dragging them back, returning to your aching bud. “You feel beautiful.” It must be different for him, to feel the arousal of a woman, since you can bet he never really has before. He oils each whore, dousing his cock, fucking them until he dances with the stars before they are cast aside, their purpose served.

Little glimmers skitter over your nerves, pleasure beginning to make you trickle hot for him, Drogo shifting, removing his hand as he crouches behind you, replacing the contact with his tongue.

“Oh, gods above!” you hiss, the warmth of his mouth stoking your fire, the very first you’ve ever had settle between your legs and indulge you in the hot, flat wet of long, languid licks.

“Turn.” He demands, his rough hands parting your thighs as soon as you are upon your back, his mouth reconnecting with you, greedy, his beard rubbing against you as he licks at the honey of your cunt. “Still good?”

“Incredible!” you cry, your hands clutching the pelts you lie upon. “Please, do not stop!”

A smirk tilts his full lips, his eyes finding yours over the rise of your breasts, tongue rapidly placing a firm lick over your bud. “She demands of her Khal?”

He sounds more amused than anything, but to hear the tinge of balefulness, of him bringing you back to yourself, you fluster a little. “I... but what I mean to say is... I...”

He moves until his face is above yours, placing a finger to your lips, and a kiss to your throat. “Quiet with your words. No more talking, but you will let me hear how much you enjoy it.” Moving back to your apex, each lick he bestows to you is a rain of celestial decadence, tongue beating over the swell of your clit, the nectar of your arousal soaking his lips as he eats you feverishly, without pause, like a starving wolf would gorge upon the carcass of a deer.

“Oh, you are divine, my Khal!” you cry, incoherence following as he sucks upon you, cheeks hollowing, his eyes almost black, pupils blown with lust as he grunts against the sopping mess of your cunt, enjoying you in his mouth. That is until he moves to arrow himself into your soaking centre, the many inches of his girthy cock splitting you wide, his mouth closing in a hard suck upon your nipple.

“Drogo,” he breathes, tongue beating over the little stiffened peak. “I want to hear my name upon your lips.” He grasps your jaw, turning your head to face him, eyes homed in upon you in an unbreakable stare.

Your mouths meet in a feverish kiss, a clash of tongues and teeth, your moans spilling from your lips onto his like wine. “You are divine, Drogo.” Taking him is like taking an entire storm within you, Drogo moving to kneel before you, grasping your thighs as his eyes fall to watch his glossy cock daggering into you deeply, an earthy rumble of a groan filling the air.

You are singed upon the heat he drives into you, cool fire flooding your veins, freezing and melting you again right to your very marrow as he pounds into your cunt, evoking your wails, your hands reaching to stroke the wide plane of muscles across his broad chest. The dark of his pubic hair glints in the candlelight, soaked from the dew of your cunt, your eyes falling to view it, to witness how his cock looks as it parts your walls again and again.

It is a sight you have never beheld before, only ever being taken from behind, your eyes fixated on how sumptuously erotic it is, to watch how good he looks inside of you, his hands beginning to stroke your skin as a bonfire of pure sinful bliss rages between you.

He moves his hand to your face, thumb dragging over your lips until they part, pushing it into your mouth. “Get it wet.” You meet his simple demand, sucking on it until it is as he requires, Drogo moving it to begin stroking at your clit once more. It’s more than you can handle, and he knows it, smirking down at you once again until his face contorts in bliss, grunting deeply as he gives his cock with keen thrusts, the sounds of your sweaty flesh smacking together filling the tent.

He moves within you with nothing short of brutal voracity, until you can feel it radiating through you, stars sweeping from the strokes of his thumb as your light begins to shine out over his horizon, your body blooming as you fall apart around him, the fluttering of your cunt dragging his release from him. Thick ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls as he spills into you deep, breathless and spent, pulling from you and resting down on his back.

You know that this is your cue to get up and leave quietly, yet when you rise, your escape from the bed is halted by a large hand splayed to your chest, Drogo pushing you back down. An arm slides beneath your shoulders, your Khal pulling you against his chest, fingers stroking swirls over your arm.

"Stay."

And you do. Until the sun rises.

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waiting-for-motivation · 3 years

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lago di garda

summary: Two secret lovers meet up in Italy.

request: Is there anything that screams more Zemo than forbidden romance??? Like omg please ksjdvekskshsgsjs ~ anon

pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader

warnings: pure fluff, forbidden love

words: 1030

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The lake is breathtaking when the sun shines on it, but there is one thing even better in Zemos eyes: his beloved (Y/n). Impatiently, he is awaiting her in front of his mansion in Italy. He would have picked her up himself from the airport, but the couple tries to avoid unnecessary risk.

Finally, a car turns into the driveway, a cloud of dust following it. Through the windscreen, Zemo can easily make out the happy face of his love. She smiles at him as she parks the car right in front of the huge wooden entrance door. The car door gets ripped open and (Y/n) jumps out, only to run towards her beloved Baron. They collide like two long lost lovers - which they actually are.

Zemo places both his hands on (Y/n)s waist and presses her as close as possible against his firm chest. His love has her face buried in the crock of his neck and takes in his familiar and intoxicating scent. He smells like home. He is home.

“I missed you so much“, (Y/n) breaths as they part enough to look at the other one. Both have tears welling up in their eyes. They are very happy to see each other again, after more than two months.

“Words can‘t describe how much I longed for our reunion“, Zemo returns. He leans forward to capture his loves lips in a passionate kiss. One of his hands wanders from her waist to the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. Of course, (Y/n) returns the kiss and even closes her eyes, enjoying the moment she dreamed of so many times the last ten weeks. The feeling of his lips on hers makes her feel whole again.

“Let’s go inside. I want to show you the house as well as the magnificent view“, Zemo suggests after they parted with heavy breaths. Both go back to the car to get (Y/n) luggage, which Zemo takes like a gentleman. Then they enter the pleasantly cool mansion. Setting the luggage aside, Zemo takes his loves hand and drags her through the whole house. The living room first, then all kitchens as well as bathrooms and then finally their shared bedroom. (Y/n) widens her eyes at the sight of the huge canopy bed.

“Can‘t wait for tonight to come“, Zemo whispers in (Y/n)s ears. He is standing behind her with both his arms wrapped around her. Again and again he places sweet kisses on her neck and even on her jawline. Giggles fill the room and eventually (Y/n) turns around.

“This dress looks lovely. Come on.Give me a show!“, Zemo notices his loves dress only now that she stands directly in front of him. The red summer dress compliments her whole being. With a laugh (Y/n) takes Zemos hand, holds it over her head and spins around. “I don‘t know this one. Did I buy it? Is it new?“

“You are not my sugar daddy, Helmut“, (Y/n) states amused and exits the bedroom, dragging her lover behind. Zemo only laughs at her statement.

“But I could be.“

After their little exploration tour, they go outside on the balcony, where a glistening swimming pool awaits them. But what is even better is the view that overwhelms (Y/n). Lake Garda is light blue and on the horizon the sun is painting the whole landscape in warm colors.

“It is so beautiful here! I like it so much!“, (Y/n) exclaims as she takes in the view. Zemo nods, but his eyes are focused on his love.

“I wish you could stay here with me“, Zemo says after some time. (Y/n) focuses her attention on her lover, who looks rather saddened. He is looking at the floor, so she places one hand on his cheek to make him look at her.

“I wish that too, but I still have to so things right back in America. I can‘t leave Bucky and Sam behind like that“, (Y/n) explains with sorry expression. Her thumb starts to caress Zemos short stubble. He needs to shave tomorrow, or maybe not.

“I just want you to be mine“, Zemo whispers.

“And I will be. Eventually“, (Y/n) returns with an encouraging smile. To make him forget his pain, she leans in for another kiss. Her free hand starts to play with his hair. Once again, Zemo places both hands on (Y/n) waist. He loves the feeling. But right now he does this with another purpose. With a mischievous grin, Zemo hoists her, only to throw her in the swimming pool.

“You little sneaky bastard!“

Zemo takes off his shirt and soon joins his love in the cool water of the pool. At first, (Y/n) splashes water at him, but then they are once again wrapped around the other, kissing passionately.

That afternoon the two of them walk through the next village. They are walking next to the lake, from time to time dipping their feet in the cold water. Eventually, both get hungry and start looking for a restaurant. Between deep talks and kisses ,they eat the best pasta (Y/n) ever ate.

“You want dessert? Maybe tiramisu?“, Zemo asks with a glance towards the menu.

“Actually I‘m fed up but let’s share one piece“, (Y/n) answers with a sigh and leans against Zemos strong shoulder. The flight wore her out and the warm weather didn‘t help much. But she wants to enjoy every single second with her forbidden lover.

After they shared the tiramisu, Zemo pays the bill, although (Y/n) argues with him. The way back to the safe house is peaceful.

“How long will you stay?“, Zemo asks as they walk next to the lake with his arm around (Y/n)s shoulder. She has one wrapped around his middle.

“Three weeks. I told Sam and Bucky I would be visiting an old pen pal“, (Y/n) tells him with a giggle. Zemo laughs too, but with sad thoughts. He doesn‘t want her to leave. She should stay with him. Why must their lives be so difficult?

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acciocriativity · 3 years

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You and Me || Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin/Reader

Summary: It's always been you and Draco since you can remember, the invincible duo, the two of you against the world but some things have changed along the way and it's not news to any soul at Hogwarts but it's time your parents knew too.

Word Count: 2,8k

A/N: I took a bit to finish but here it is your story @x-dratie-x. I hope you all like it! Tom Riddle is not Voldemort in this oneshot, Voldemort didn’t exist at all but the events of the first war and its consequences still is valid, but with another wizard.

Warnings: A very very slightly sexual conversation and that's all

1987

I didn't want to be at that dinner, I didn't want to have to listen all day long to how well I should behave because the Malfoy's were such an important family or something.

I had plans for the week, I would go with our elf to buy more art supplies and I was allowed to spend the day outside the house, just drawing the landscape.

My parents never let me participate in events like this, because I might mess up, say something inappropriate for the moment, or whatever excuse they decided to make up. But out of the blue, I was told that I would have to be there. Why? I couldn't understand and I didn't even ask them, what good would it do? None.

The day was only getting worse and worse by the hour for me, I just wanted to take off that dress and go play but I couldn't, obviously. So I did what was left to me, smile and eat politely without making any noise or comments, not that there were any comments I would like to make. I had no idea what they were talking about, it was absolutely boring. The only thing that made me feel slightly better were my own thoughts and the fact that their son was as bored as I was.

We knew each other because of some casual encounters between our parents but never had the opportunity to talk to each other, because of course, only grown-ups talk.

But it seems that I drew the long straw after a horrible day, after dinner Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy were invited to stay a little longer and I was excused along with Draco to play.

I could hardly believe it, I wouldn't have to sit there and smile for another 45 minutes, my happiness couldn't be measured at that moment. Not even waiting for my mother to say it again, I stood up and said goodbye politely with a smile before walking up the stairs and I could hear footsteps following me somewhat hesitantly but I didn't care at the moment.

"Come on, let's go play in my room", I exclaimed with a huge smile and threw the bow tie, which was pinning my hair, on the floor and quickly walked over to it uncaringly.

I missed his shocked expression but as soon as we reached my door, he made sure to make it clear to me.

"Do your parents let you do that?", the question made no sense in my head but stopping to think about it now, it makes sense, he should always be flawless.

"They don't care as long as it's not in front of guests, you won't tell them, right?", his greyish blue eyes reflected mine and for a few seconds I thought that was a beautiful effect.

He looked away from me and nodded slightly in agreement, his face covered in shyness and I just squealed with delight. I opened the door and pulled him inside, his hand was so cold that I thought about taking one of my jackets and handing it to him.

"So what do you want to do? I have some toys in my closet, I'll get them", I walked happily to the door and proceeded to try to decide what I would want. Some was not the best word, there were a lot of them, far more than I would ever use.

I came back with a big mulberry box that I've only been able to carry within the last year and placed it on my bed but he didn't even notice, he was looking at my drawings.

"Oh, you liked them. I wish I had done one more today, do you want to try?", I asked him and walked over to the table where my sheets were.

"Yeah, they're not too bad", he stated nonchalantly and I didn't believe him for a moment but I chose to keep my mouth shut for once.

I picked up two white sheets, two quills and sat down quietly on the floor, since I didn't have two chairs for the two of us but it seems he wasn't used to that.

"Come on, hurry up, your parents won't be here forever", I patted the seat next to me and soon he sat down as well, I noticed his posture still uncomfortable and my goal for the day turned to change that, if only for 5 minutes.

From that day on, we became closer and our parents obviously understood and liked that, because we were strengthening their relationship and at no point that crossed my mind. I was just happy to be supported by my parents to visit Draco.

1991

My Hogwarts letter had arrived some weeks ago and I hadn't let go at any point, going to Diagon Alley had become a completely different experience and I couldn't wait, but I had to because I pleaded with my and his parents so that we would go together.

But the day had finally arrived and I had to contain all my energy to not look like an out of control little girl, nothing out of the ordinary but today was more difficult because I was genuinely happy. I was always genuinely happy with my only real friend.

"Y/N, you must hurry or we are going to be late", I could hear my mother's voice from downstairs just as I finished putting on my flats.

As it was a very important occasion I had chosen my favorite outfit, even my parents were a little excited too. They had told me that they had met at Hogwarts and that I would find someone from a good family at Slytherin as well. This part was completely ignored by me but they never found out about it.

"I'm here mom, we won't be late", I said as soon as I came down the stairs and approached them without running. We were near the fireplace and I mentally thanked them for not having to apparate, because it was always a horrible experience for me.

"Okay, I'll go first and you two right after", my father made sure to announce although he always goes first when we go out like that.

After a few minutes, we arrived in front of Flourish & Blotts and there was the imposing Malfoy family. After a small talk in which I had no interest in paying attention to, we all went inside and we were finally able to talk while our parents were engaged in a conversation with the attendant.

"I've already said it once and I'll say it again, I honestly don't understand how you're not that excited, it's Hogwarts", I whispered to him as we walked through the messy shelves full of books.

"It doesn't seem like a great thing after hearing it so many times", I could clearly see that there was something more there, I had known him long enough to know that and also that he wouldn't tell me easily.

"Okay, so you're telling me that you're not the least bit excited to leave Malfoy Manor to start your life?", his lips twitched trying to hold back a smile, his eyes shifted from mine, looking for something to distract himself.

But I could stop him, my cunning little hands went to his waist tickling that area before he could prevent me from doing so. That was enough to make him laugh, although he denied that he was ticklish every time I asked.

This attack did not end well for me, because revenge existed in his vocabulary and was even overused. I had to run, as fast as I could, and it still didn't work.

And why? Because I went to a dead end corridor upstairs, I had never even visited the second floor of that store, the day I went there I had to get unlucky.

In short, I was attacked twice more without mercy, my glasses almost got broken and we were so noisy that the owner gave us a scolding and our parents did the same as soon as we left with our packages, but this was not enough to ruin the day and our good mood.

1993

It was already expected that we would both end up in Slytherin, which was great because we didn't have to be separated, on the opposite, we became closer than ever. It also didn't take long to form our group of friends, actually not more than a month but the thing that made us truly close started in the third year when I had a genius idea.

We all had a reason to dislike Harry, mine was nowhere near Draco's, no one's was but we shared it anyway. It was always fun to pick fights with him, make pranks and get him into trouble on purpose, so why not make it a little game? It was so easy that the idiots, Crabbe and Goyle understood the first few times, you can't expect more than that from them, and this was certainly a record for both.

The game had three main objectives:

- Take the most materials from Harry or his friends: ink, quill, books, whatever they were carrying would be a prize and would get a point.

- See him or his friends more often, with the intention of spying on them just for fun, of course. It could be in class or in the corridors, each time would be an extra point.

- Pick fights with him or his friends, each minute was worth one point and to be proven, had to have someone to confirm it.

Of course, there was no room for lies, and I made sure to put a spell on our board to prevent this. Yes, I had made a small board that stayed with me but each team wrote down their own score.

To make it more fun, we split up into pairs. Draco and I, Pansy and Blaise, Grabbe and Goyle, Astoria and Millicent and Tom and Theo.

And finally, the best part, whoever had the most points at the end of the year would win 5 galleons from each person, as well as having a celebration party financed by the losers.

Needless to say, Draco and I always won since the day I created the game. Our friends always complained about us playing dirty but it was never necessary and deep down they knew it, it must be hard to lose every year so I don't judge them.

1995

"Are they still complaining?", I remained with my eyes closed, it was comfortable to lie curled up against Draco on the couch in the common room. We had two free classes, which was being put to good use to get some rest after a year of N.O.M.S. and a devastating victory in our little game.

"They'll get over it when we come back in September, I guess.... You're missing the best part", his voice came out whispered directly into my ear and I couldn't help but smile.

I didn't need to see the scene to know what was going on, Tom and Theo blaming each other for the defeat, everyone standing back from them because no one wants to get involved in their ego battle and our other friends trying not to laugh because it was a funny scene, even if they didn't know it.

"They're taking longer than last time...", I commented slightly annoyed by the noise. I had no idea what had happened to me, because usually I spent the afternoon celebrating my victory but not today.

"Let's get out of here, you seems so good", he hadn't even completed his sentence when I agreed and painfully got up to go to his room.

But before I could take two steps, I felt his arms go around my waist and legs, leading me up the stairs in a bridal style.

I smiled wider and snuggled into his arms, enjoying more of the warmth and good feeling it gave me until we reached the bed.

"Thanks honey, I don't know what happened today", I commented under my breath as soon as he had me lying on the bed, but I knew it was a lie.

"Are you sure? This isn't related to the fact that our parents will know about our relationship in a few days?", I hoped he would pretend he didn't know but that wasn't the case, I wasn't going to be able to run away from the subject.

"It's just that I don't like them meddling in our lives, of course I have nothing against your parents, I'll love to be introduced as your girlfriend but my parents will be twice as unbearable", I sighed and hugged the blond once more, if there was one thing that made me better it was this.

"Like my mom isn't going to start a 3 year planning for our wedding after she finds out, but at least they'll be used to it by the end of the summer and we won't have to go through this again", he began to fiddle with my hair and curl the strands between his fingers, slowly my shoulders relaxed and a considerable chunk of my worry faded away.

"Yes, I think so but it's going to be a lot harder for us to be alone now. You definitely won't be stepping foot in my room like you did when we used to play together", the memories flooded back and I felt him smile too, it had been a while since this had escaped my thoughts.

"I don't need to worry about that, we slept together for almost the entire year at Hogwarts and they can't do anything about it and we'll keep doing it", I couldn't see him since my face was buried in his neck, but the perfect image of his mischievous grin formed in my head.

"The question is, will you survive for two months without me? Because I don't see that happening", I teased with a huge smirk as I turned to look him in the eye.

"It won't happen because your father won't be enough to stop me love and I'll make sure you don't have to resort to your hands, because we know it wouldn't be enough", smugness was all over his face and as much as I searched for an answer to that, I didn't have one. Not in the first few seconds.

"Good love, that's good because I'm sure your hands wouldn't do a better job either. In fact, I'd be a little worried if they actually still work, in case we get separated", I had managed to wipe the smirk off his face but I also knew it wouldn't stay that way, revenge was still an overused word in his vocabulary.

A week later, there I was on one of the Hogwarts Express cars with Draco, since we couldn't fit all our friends there anyway, we decided to enjoy the last hours of freedom we had together.

And how quickly it went by, one moment I was chatting with my boyfriend while my puppy slept peacefully in her travel bed and the next, we had arrived and a wave of students were trying to get through the doors at the same time.

We stepped off the train holding hands, while I carried only my baby in the other, and this detail did not escape the trained eyes of our parents who were talking side by side but as soon as they noticed us they stopped.

"For Merlin's sake, you two finally decided to listen to me and are in a relationship now?", my mother's eyes sparkled with excitement and I could already hear her voice asking me all sorts of embarrassing questions. "Narcisa, our family is finally becoming one, this is the best news I could ever receive", she could jump for joy now but because of the good posture of a London high society woman, she did not do that.

"How about dinner at our house today? We have a good reason to celebrate," I had seen his mother smile at me several times but even Lucius Malfoy seemed satisfied enough to show a little bit of his teeth, which is indeed shocking.

My parents agreed to the idea immediately and only one look was exchanged between Draco and me, it only took a single look to know that we both acknowledged it would be an insufferable night.

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watermelonlipstick · 3 years

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Dreams, Chapter 19

If you haven’t read this series before, you might want to start on Chapter 1, or check out the Dreams Masterlist! Here’s the series description:

When Dean dies for good leaving Sam and his girlfriend (the reader) behind, they must figure out how to carry on without him. Alone, reeling, and unsure what to do next, trying to honor Dean’s memory and follow their hearts gets even more complicated when their nightmares become dreams that feel a little too real.

Title: Dreams, Chapter 19

Pairing: (past) Dean Winchester x Reader, (eventual) Sam Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4274

Summary: Life settles into routine as summer comes in Wisconsin.

Warnings: FLUFF, swearing, some smut

You’d never been so aware of the date after that, somehow feeling like you’d reset your circadian rhythm to know precisely how long two weeks was. Mercifully on the part of the universe, Dean had been right about the lack of reset function as long as you stayed within the same mind; once, just to try, you had entered Sam’s dream and found that Sam Barbie and Sam Mike hadn’t met Dean yet.

At Dean’s request Sam put a huge amount of effort toward ‘being normal,’ integrating into the community in a more purposeful way. You became friendly with a couple cheerful hairdressers from the salon in the next town over when they started coming to the bar for after work drinks and Sam began getting invited to the poker games Steve hosted. One of your favorite of these new habits was going to the farmer’s market dutifully every week. It reminded you every time of how simple this new life was, where you had spare mental capacity to think about whether you wanted nectarines or peaches because there was no terror dangling just overhead. It also helped distract you from all-consuming thoughts of seeing Dean on alternate Sunday nights, the way your body felt like it vibrated with anticipation for the few days before.

The two of you had been going for months by the first market in July, long enough to know all the first names of the regular vendors and greet them as you went. You were feeling somehow even more acutely anxious-excited at the upcoming Sunday, Dean having told you both last time that he had a surprise planned. It encouraged you to give more of a concerted effort to linger at every single booth, extend every single moment of killed time you could get from the outing. Sam let you lead the way, ring and pinky finger loosely linked into yours as you walked up and down the aisles of tents and tables in the overgrown gravel parking lot. He had a canvas bag half-filled with beets, green beans, some local honey, and a small carton of apricots. You paused to lean into his chest, waiting for Sam to bend down and kiss you in front of a table of essential oils decorated with macrame. The next one caught your eye, some hand-hewn jewelry, and you pulled him gently along.

“What do you think?” you asked, holding up some earrings clearly too gaudy to match your style with an exaggeratedly fashionable face.

“I think those really capture your essence, yeah,” Sam smiled.

“Or maybe this?” You slipped your hand into a heavy bangle absolutely covered in turquoise that felt like wearing an ankle weight.

He hitched the bag up on his shoulder and watched the show you put on for him, sweeping some hair back from your neck to let you see a set of earrings in the tiny mirror on the table. His gaze flicked over the wares and he gingerly picked up a small gold band from a tray. It was probably the most understated piece on the table, and definitely the one most likely to fit with the no-nonsense jewelry you tended to wear—the things you were drawn to being more sentimental reminders than ostentatious presentation, intended to be put on once and never taken off.

“I think this one looks the most like you,” Sam hummed, offering it up for you to try on. The band was medium-thick with rounded comfort edges and when you slipped it on it fit perfectly, just barely tight enough to feel exactly secure on your finger. He was right; it looked good on your hand like you had re-found an old piece that you’d lost, and you considered it for a second before you realized Sam was talking to the woman behind the table as she finished a transaction with a trio of teenaged girls getting matching woven bracelets.

“That one’s part of a set,” she cooed over to him, her hands resting in a homemade apron covered in embroidered flowers. “They should really go to the same home.”

You were impressed at Sam’s ability to keep himself from rolling his eyes at that kind of faux sentimental bullshit, but she had already turned her back to you, rifling in another box under the plastic table. She turned around with a larger copy of the ring and darted out, grabbing Sam’s hand quickly enough that he almost stumbled forward as she started to slip it onto his finger.

“Oh, I don’t really wear jewelr—” he started helplessly.

“See? Meant to be, it fits perfectly.” She clasped her hands in front of her chin excitedly, beaming over the table at you and Sam. You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing at the expression on his face as he tried inconspicuously to get the ring off.

“Um—wow, that’s really on there—how much for that one?” Sam asked, awkwardly pointing to the ring on your finger with his pinky as he kept working to try to get his off.

“$50 for the both of them.”

“Even the one has gotta be more than that,” he insisted, based on the displayed prices of the gaudy jewelry you’d played around with.

“I’d feel better knowing they were being appreciated together than I would with the money.”

You looked up at Sam with the kind of melting cotton candy look you felt like had been plastered to your face for weeks, soft and gooey and something you would’ve made fun of a stranger for. He abandoned trying to get the ring off and tongued a molar before pulling out his wallet and dropping 5 $20 bills on the table, pushing them across with the customer service smile he used at the bar. “Thank you, they’re, uh, they’re beautiful.”

She only unclasped her hands to stuff the bills in the apron, mouthing a “thank you” at the extra money and winking at Sam as the two of you walked away from the booth.

“Should we get you a big chain? Or I could pierce your ears with an ice cube and an apple back at the cabin,” you teased, getting used to the way the ring felt on your hand.

Sam couldn’t keep from rolling his eyes over a smirk. “I really can’t get it off.”

“I think maybe you just wanted to match me.”

He stopped walking and you spun around to face him, gazing up into his hazel eyes. “Matching you isn’t so bad.”

“Oh yeah?” You watched as a slow smirk spread across his face and he looked down at his feet between you. “Thank you, by the way. I really love it.”

“Just think you, um, deserve nice things.” A little color rose in his cheeks, and there was something so unbelievably sweet about it, being shy with you of all people. You had to press up to your tiptoes and pull Sam’s neck down to kiss him, but it was perfect, the light northern chill that sometimes drifted through the air even in July reminding you of your first kiss on that sledding hill except now it was your hand on Sam’s neck, blood seeping warm and loose through every capillary rather than the cold throb of anxiety you’d had then. With his lips on yours, delicate metal on your finger, and the earthy smell of the fresh produce in the air, you tried to commit to memory how unequivocally good the moment was, how completely outside the realm of possibility this would’ve seemed a year ago. Sam’s hand slipped to your lower back and pressed you to him. “Wanna get out of here?” he murmured into your ear, and it was all you could do not to jump him right there as you wound your fingers in his and wove through the booths to get back to the Impala.

“Baby—you’ve gotta—fuck, I’m driving,” Sam laugh-moaned, shifting his hips just a little up into the hand you danced along the fly of his jeans.

You leaned across the bench seat and licked the faintest trail up his jugular vein. “Then pull over.”

His eyes closed deeply for a beat and hard swallow as he took a deep breath and took a right turn into what was likely a private driveway. It was a calculated move; probably not visible from the rural highway but if the people living here—the place sure to be occupied on a July weekend even if it wasn’t year-round—decided to leave they’d catch an eyeful of graphic roadblock. Knowing he was willing to take the risk made your heart race even faster, and Sam had barely thrown the car into park before he was on top of you, hand in your hair and tugging back roughly to bite-suck at your neck so hard and delicious you gasped before even realizing.

He grinned into your skin as he kissed you. “Gonna—tease me—like—that? After looking so good—being so sweet—all morning?” You slid your hands in his hair and pulled back, crashing into his mouth and tasting the honey he’d sampled with you at the farmer’s market. You hooked your leg around his hips and rolled up into him, almost salivating at the firm length of him against you and the friction of the denim. He pressed you flat to the bench seat and started working the buttons of your shirt, so lightning-fast he ripped one of the last ones clean off, sending it skittering across the dashboard as it flew. “Sorry,” he smiled as you bit his lip, not looking very sorry at all.

When your top was finally open Sam tugged at your bra, bypassing the clasp altogether in favor of exposing your nipples above it, somehow grazing his teeth and breathing cool air over them at once to send goosebumps flushing all over your body. You tried to undo the buttons of his shirt somewhat unsuccessfully for a moment before Sam leaned back and yanked at the back of his collar, tossing it in the backseat without looking as you flicked open his belt buckle and jeans. You grabbed either side of the open belt and tugged, making Sam’s chest press against yours and giggling into his lips at his tiny “oof,” when he fell forward onto the seat, throwing his arm out to avoid landing on you with his full weight.

With his torso against yours, he kissed you like he was gorging himself on candy; hungry and playful as you pushed and pulled against each other until you guided his cock out of his boxers and circled the tip with your thumb. Sam whimpered softly, just once and softly enough you might’ve thought it was a sharp inhale, but the broken concentration was enough for you to catch him off guard and shove him back on the seat across from you. He stretched back against the leather and door, pleasantly surprised behind widened pupils as you quickly got out of your shirt/bra tangle and kicked off your boots. It could’ve been some kind of pseudo-pornographic ad, Sam with tousled hair and undone jeans up against the door of the Impala, taut skin and muscles of his abs on full display as his arms spanned an impossible amount of the windowsill and seatback. If you’d had the self-restraint, you might’ve taken an extra second to soak it in, but as it was you pounced on him the moment the fabric of your clothes left your hands, slipping your fingers under his waistband enough to expose his cock and immediately sliding it into your mouth, hands still working to get him further out of his jeans.

Anyone else making the sound he did would never have had the same effect, but the gravelly moan your tongue forced out of him dissolved you into jello and you wanted nothing more than to hear it again. Rhythmically working the spit-slick between your mouth and hands, you dragged your head up to look Sam in the eyes, heavy tip of him weighing down your bottom lip as you spoke. “Hold my hair?”

Sam’s eyes went fuzzy and dark as his eyebrows raised into a dazed smile, gathering your hair in a huge palm and making that amazing noise again as you slid all the way down him, nose grazing the dark hair on Sam’s abdomen. After a few minutes his hips bucked a little under you, Sam beginning to writhe on the leather. “Fuck, that feels so goo—hold on, wait,” Sam stammered with sex-frayed vocal cords, using your hair to tug you to his mouth and suck your tongue. The sensation stunned you for a moment but you could’ve stayed there forever, held up in his palm and flayed open for Sam to take.

He trailed down your jaw and pulled firm when you tried to turn into his kiss. “Out of your jeans. Now.” You could feel the smirk against you and immediately started shimmying them off, loving this new edge to Sam, able to fully appreciate the grit knowing how soft he would be if you showed even the slightest hesitation. When you’d gotten the denim about halfway down your thighs he put a strong hand on your hip and flipped you over in the seat, your cheek flush against the glass of the window where he draped over your back like a predator. “Don’t. Move.”

The shudder was involuntary but it was covered by Sam practically ripping the jeans the rest of the way off your legs and subsequent hoisting your hips into the air as he shifted your knees up to the leather, your chest pressed against the door of the Impala as you looked back at him. You didn’t have any warning when Sam slipped his tongue inside you, shooting your arm out to grab for anything to stabilize yourself and ending up with a handful of seatbelt. Your calf curled up as he worked those sensitive nerves, swirling a thumb into your clit as he went. Sam locked the freed ankle with an iron grip. “I said don’t move.”

You whimpered and whispered dirty nothings you wouldn’t have been able to remember with a gun to your head until he smacked your ass hard enough you knew there’d be a red facsimile of his hand on you, and then you completely fell apart, shuddering and melting into the door. Sam crawled up behind you, chest flush to your back, and bit your earlobe. “I. Said. Don’t. Move.” You could hear the playful challenge in it and that made you even more crazy for him, wiggling under his weight a little involuntarily. He didn’t make you wait too long, pushing into you until his thighs pressed to yours, holding you in place so you couldn’t squirm forward.

“Holy shit, Sam,” you breathed. You could feel your muscles flex and relax experimentally around him.

His tongue flicked around your ear as he pounded into you. “You’re so fucking hot, baby—can’t believe you’re my girl. Are you my girl?”

The sounds you made were vaguely affirmative but to be honest, Sam’s rocking into you was pretty effectively scrubbing your mind clean of coherent thought.

“Tell me. Say my name,” Sam murmured, voice low with sin against your spine.

“I’m your girl, Sam—your girl, I’m your girl Sam, I—holy shit—” you moaned as he picked up the pace and circled a sucked-wet finger around your clit and then you hit that sweet, sticky spasm, hand splaying out wide on the window. Sam covered it with his, interlacing long fingers into yours and something about the way the metal of the two new rings clinked against each other was so tender even as you were being rammed into the door. A couple moments later he drew back with a tense groan, dressing your lower back with hot spurts of himself while his breath started to return with ragged shudders.

“Jesus,” he sighed as he eased off of you, suddenly gentle again. “Oh—uh, here, sorry.” Sam extended a veined arm over the front seat to snatch his shirt from where it had landed and gently wiped off your back. You let the cool glass settle your racing heartbeat for a beat before sliding back to the seat and the small pile of clothes Sam had retrieved for you. It made you smirk a little to watch Sam’s internal struggle over what to do with the dirty shirt, deciding to toss it on the floor before refastening his belt shirtless like he was in some Country Hotties calendar—Mr. July indeed.

You opted not to tie your boots as you’d only be walking from the car to the door and looked over at Sam once your feet were inside the loose laces. He opened and closed his mouth but couldn’t come up with any words, smoothing his hair nervously back into place and chuckling against a bitten lip.

“Yeah, I agree,” you giggled, leaning over to kiss his cheek before lacing your fingers together. “Do you want anything specific for dinner? We have a bunch of chickpeas, I thought maybe we could try making our own falafel.”

He gazed back at you for a reverent second before turning the key in the Impala’s ignition. “I love you,” he smiled, throwing an arm over the back of your seat to reverse out of the woods.

Tracing the angles of his face in the sunlight as he drove, you picked your joined hands up to kiss his knuckles. “I love you too.”

After a few minutes of endorphin-filled silence, Sam turned to you. “So do you know what this surprise is Dean has planned for tomorrow night? I figured he’d have to tell you what it was going to be if you’re the one whose head it’ll be in.”

“No clue. I thought at first maybe it was like, the Grand Canyon or something but ran into the same issue. Unless Cas’s taught him some new trick, he’s only ever been able to pull up places or things I already know—pick my brain for it, or whatever.”

“Yeah, me too.”

The air in the car held the content pensiveness for a few minutes of sunny road. There was no real heat behind it, just like there was no real heat in choosing between different rattan baskets of produce at the farmer’s market, and that same appreciation of the serenity itself washed over you. A surprise was just a surprise, not a potential threat, a date with Dean was just a date with Dean, no longer a finite, losable resource that had to be clawed at and fought for. You didn’t miss the heat. There was more than enough warmth in the sun streaming through the windows and Sam’s palm in yours.

As it did frequently, Dean’s face in your driveway flashed in your mind, the memory somehow simultaneously old-picture washed out yet vibrant—could dreams even be memories? aren’t all memories dreams, in a way?—collar of his jacket flicked up against the cold as he said “you have to get good with this,” the flit of tongue you could see as he shaped ‘th’ enough to shape a painting class around, send a dozen art students into psychosis for inability to capture it. It had been so hard to figure out how the fuck he expected you to, how cruel it felt for him to ask it, and the only way you’d gotten your head around it was that same Dean Winchester Denial & Self Sacrifice Special and accepted it at face value. When he’d died you hadn’t felt like so many movies and books about tragic loss, where the strong but sensitive woman you’re supposed to relate to spent a few months in poetic sadness growing waifish and crying picturesque tears in solitude until she realized she could carry on.

You couldn’t carry on.

You couldn’t carry anything—were dragging yourself along in the most generous of descriptions, some half-dead, half-smashed zombie version of yourself clinging to any will to live like a barnacle out of devotion and need for Sam. Getting Dean back felt like life raft thrown into the water. You really had wanted to spend the rest of your life asleep and were more than content to ingest as much dream root as it would take to decompose into the cabin’s mattress next to Sam, let your landlord find your skeletonized bodies after a few months of unpaid rent. Fuck him, kind as he’d been to two strangers who’d needed help, and fuck hunters’ funerals for you and Sam if it meant you didn’t have to keep drowning. Fuck Dean’s wishes especially, let him bend to someone else’s will for once.

At first, maybe the first month after the dream root, only logistical reasons kept you from following through. What you wanted—needed, would’ve ruined the world for—was Sam and Dean together, and you couldn’t find a way to get Sam to agree no matter how obliquely or obviously you asked. He was unbelievably patient with you during this period of near-psychosis, and you suspected that a lot of the new habits he constructed, maybe including your beloved farmer’s market, were designed to keep you away from the greenhouse for as many hours a day as possible. You knew what he was doing, but the bright glare of panic in his eyes whenever you ‘joked’ about growing bigger patches of those little white flowers slowed down your singular focus enough to humor him, telling yourself it was just stalling until you could make your move.

But damn if it hadn’t worked. Not that it stopped that tick-tick-tick in your brain counting down to Dean, but it made the days bearable. Just bearable, at first, the newness of your surroundings and the newness of Sam, all the things you hadn’t known about him after years of sitting inches away from each other in the Impala. And then it stopped being so much about fuck you Dean fuck getting good with you being gone and a little more about getting good with the way Sam’s hair dried if he went to bed right after showering, floppy, glossy loops and easy curls at the base of his neck; getting good with racing him down the rickety pier on the cabin’s shoreline, knowing he was letting you win and squealing all the way down anyway, jumping into the lake at dusk on Memorial Day with all your clothes on together as Sam cannonballed in behind you. Getting good with Sam’s arms around you as you both shuddered in the water, shrieking with laughter and a smile on his face of genuine, unbridled joy. Getting good with waiting for every other Sunday, because sometimes waiting was Sam bringing you a root beer float in your favorite mug while you read, and sometimes it was feeling him fall asleep against you while you scratched his back.

Then getting good with the way it became less taboo to talk about him, being able to casually repeat old jokes of Dean’s without feeling like you were being stabbed in the chest or being terrified of sending Sam into a spiral. Getting good with memories of your old life together, your old friends, truly able to appreciate them. Because Dean was right, you had been ‘upset because you wanted something that didn’t exist.’ You could stay upset about it, stay so fucking mad about the unfairness of it all, that after all Dean had done—for you, for the world—that he was fucking gone, didn’t get to live in a cabin or have a couple daughters to braid Uncle Sammy’s hair—God, Dean saying that had haunted you maybe more than anything—and let it necrotize you from the inside out. Or you could let the ways he had permeated your very being serve as more commemoration than most people ever dream of, appreciate that the Impala still felt like an extension of him, see glimmers of the way he and Sam were still connected every day.

And, of course, visit him at night to take the edge off, love him and kiss him and scream until you laughed. Annoying as it was to admit it, all that getting good slowly let you see what he’d been trying to open your eyes to in that driveway. You had so much more than anyone in the world. How stupid, how greedy, to have all of that and cut yourself off from anything else because it wasn’t exactly the way you wanted it to be. Looking back at it felt like watching a home video of yourself as a kid throwing a tantrum, but for ages, and you almost couldn’t believe Sam had stuck right by your side through it all, guided you gently and patiently even through his own battle. Sweet, beautiful, loyal Sam.

As if on cue, he looked over at you. The sun poured through the windshield and shone off his hair like a halo, sparkled like glitter in his eyes. Someone who’d had a normal life would’ve said he looked angelic. But you had so much more than that, got to see both that golden hour was giving you a bit of a heavy-handed metaphor and that Sam was not only more than angelic, he was the whole world. He was the life raft all along, Dean’s Herculean return to you the lighthouse that let you see what had been there from the start, what had never left. His fingers tightened around yours a fraction. “Thanks for coming with me today.”

The smile splitting your face felt like the first delicious stretch after sleeping in on a rainy morning. “Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere without you.”

Continue to Dreams, Chapter 20

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Summary- You max out Steve's credit card. Will you be able to make upto him?

Warnings- smut, daddy kink, deep throating, spanking

Pairing- Steve Rogers x brat!reader

Word count- 2k

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You took a deep breathe, sipping from your champagne flute, scrunching your nose at the bitter taste of it. Why people liked alcohol you’ll never understand. In your opinion if something isn’t sweet then it doesn’t taste good.

You smiled stealing glances at the huge diamond chandelier above you. You tried your best to conceal your amazement, you didn’t want to seem as if you didn’t belong there. Until now you had only seen other people own designer bags and brands. You were from a simple middle class family and still a student who never really had any money of her own.

You figured you’ll never own a chanel bag or a cartier love bracelet, they were ridiculously overpriced anyway and totally not worth it, but you still felt drawn to them. They were always out of reach. Until Steve that is.

When you started dating him you never expected to have him buy you such amazing presents. He seemed like a simple minimalistic guy. But judging from your big fat tiffanys engagement ring, and many other things he has bought for you, being an avenger apparently paid well.

He gave you his credit card for your expenses and ‘some fun' like three months into your relationship. You never really used it. You didn’t want to take advantage of him, he already did so much for you and took such good care of you. But now that you were practically married, his money was your money. So maybe you can buy that Hermes bag which costs more than your rent? He asked you to ‘don’t go too crazy with it’ Would four thousand dollars really be that crazy?

“Look at the material on this. It’s made of lamb skin” Stacey gushed feeling the baby pink bag on her fingers.

She was the root cause of your crazy shopping spree. She practically forced you to spend so much money, you’re not even sure how much damage you’ve done in total but you know it’s pretty bad. She was a victorias secret model who had legs that went on for days and brown skin as clear as crystal. She was also Tony's new flame, unlike you she didn’t really have to worry about the bill.

“It goes so well with your hair!” she raved clapping her hands and looking at you as if you’re the most adorable thing she’s ever seen.

“I can’t” You whined resisting the urge to pout, that only works on Steve. “I’ve already spent so much. Maybe next month” You tried to reason more with yourself than her.

“Oh girl” She tsked you moving closer to you to whisper “I’m sure you can find some way to make up to Steve. He’s too whipped for you to care anyway”

You grinned at that. He was a lovestruck fool. It was so warming to know that you inspired that kind of passion in him. “how would I take care of him?” You frowned. You don’t really make any money. You will after you get a job but it still wouldn’t be nearly as much as Steve. You looked at her deadpanned face and then it dawned on you “oh” you breathed.

“Yeah” She nodded “now put your money where your mouth is. Men are easy to control, you’ll learn soon enough” She winked as you handed over Steve’s credit card to the cashier. You were happy to have such a beautiful bag, but you couldn’t ignore that nervous feeling in the pit of your stomach. Were you nervous or excited? You couldn’t decide.

You hurriedly punched in the code for yours and Steve’s suite in the Avengers tower, your birth year, opening and closing the door with your foot, your hands were too occupied carrying the loads of bags. You planned to hide your clothes and bags but you were too late.

There he was, the love of your life, the apple of your eye, your future husband, sitting on the couch, his left leg crossed over the right one. He looked at you as you gave him a nervous smile, pathetically trying to hide the bags under the dining table.

You slipped over to him kneeling to his side on the couch, it was time to butter him up “I missed you so much Stevie” You squealed hugging his bicep and nuzzling your nose into his cheek. He opened his mouth to say something, but you captured his lips in a bruising kiss. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, massaging his tongue with yours. You moaned into his mouth, knowing how much he liked it when you made those sinful amazing noises. You straddled his lap pressing your titts onto his chest chest as you trailed kisses down his jaw and neck. He pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible, by your waist.

“Wait” He said but didn’t stop you from sucking on his earlobe. He sternly said your name which made you freeze. You could be cute with Steve all you like but when the captain comes out, you know you’re in trouble.

You pulled away looking into his bright blue eyes and fluttering your new eyelash extensions. “Looks like you had fun” He said looking at your bags which were somewhat visible from the couch.

You grabbed his chin to make him look at you, oh how much you wanted to kiss that frown away but you can’t be too obvious. “I did daddy” you rolled your hips against his, pleased with the way his breathe hitched.

He held onto your hips to stop your ministrations “I got a call from the bank. You maxed out my credit card princess”

You whined wanting to stomp your foot but you can’t, not from this angle “But you said I could buy whatever I want”

“I also told you to be responsible with it. Just because we have money doesn’t mean we should be so careless with it” He reasoned.

You had to really fight the urge to roll your eyes. He was probably right but you weren’t going to admit that, not right away anyway. Instead you rolled your hips one more time, ignoring the way he called your name again.

You smirked when you felt his erection poking your thigh. You remembered the first time you felt it, after a heavy make out session, you hadn’t seen it but were so ridiculously afraid to fit him inside you.

You knelt before him as he stared at you, stalking your every move. You spread his knees making room for yourself between them and went to work on unzipping him.

“You can’t just get on your knees whenever you want to get your way” He sighed putting his hand over yours.

“Do you want to see my new bra?” You wondered. You unzipped your dress pushing the straps down to reveal your pale blue satin push up bra with a little bow in the middle, as if you were a present to be unwrapped. You could see him swallow, his fists clenching so hard, his knuckles turned white

You smirked at the small victory taking him out of his briefs and kissing the tip “Hello there little soilder. Did you miss me?” you pressed an open mouth kiss to his tip.

He bucked his hips up hissing at you “You played with him just last night” He said and cringed at his own words. You laughed covering your mouth with your hand. You had successfully infected him with your ridiculousness.

“Ooh” You cooed lapping up his precome before swallowing him whole, fitting whatever you could in your mouth. Over your relationship you had gotten better at taking him in your mouth but you still couldn’t fit all of him. He never really let you spend too much time on your knees anyway.

He bunched your hair up into a ponytail, probably to get a better look at your face. “No” You said pulling him out of your mouth, pushing his hand away from your hair “I just got it blow dried” you complained, his cum and your lipgloss smeared all over your lips and his cock.

“You’re such a brat” He grumbled “off with this” he bent over to unhook your bra slipping it off and exposing your titts to him. You should’ve known, modern lingerie didn’t really interest Steve, he liked seeing you in simple comfortable nightgowns. He sucked one into his mouth as you tried to hold in a moan. You gasped as he bit it, releasing it with a pop as he sat back against the couch, watching you with glossy lust-filled eyes.

You sucked his ball pulling it with your lip as he massaged your titt. You pumped him with your hand as more of his come came out of his tip. You couldn’t resist, you had to get a taste so you placed him back in your mouth.

You could feel how close he was by the way his cock twitched in your mouth. Usually, you’d swallow him whole or make him come on your face or titts. It depends on his or your mood. But today you had a purpose. You pulled him out of your mouth, looking at him with your best puppy dog eyes “My jaw hurts, I need a break” You made of show of massaging your jaw. It did somewhat hurt but not enough to stop.

He made a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a cry. You looked at his angry red tip, looking as if it was about to burst. “It must be painful?” You asked stroking his length with your hand. He groaned desperately nodding his head “It is doll. Please”

“Well I can’t keep my daddy waiting” With that he was back in your mouth so deep that your nose almost touched his blonde curls. You swallowed around him as your tongue licked stripes up his slit. “Jesus Christ” He sweared holding onto your neck. Even if he was upset with you he wouldn’t mess with your hair. Not when it looked so pretty.

Abruptly he pushed your mouth off him. You looked at his red flushed face and neck as he rigorously stroked himself, spurts of his come landing on your titts. He groaned and moaned and cursed, holding onto your shoulder.

Finally he sat back against the cushions looking into your eyes as you gathered some of his cummies on your fingers before sucking on them. “So yummy” You moaned.

“What am I gonna do with you” He shook his head.

You smirked feeling as if you had won. You pulled a few tissue papers out of the box from the coffee table cleaning him up and pressing a kiss to his cock before tucking it back in his pants. “Just love me and spoil me. You wanna see what I bought? I could put on a show for your” You perked up at the opportunity of trying on your dresses for him. You knew you couldn’t get past the second dress, with the type of clothing you had bought, you were bound to get your pussy fucked raw at the end of it.

He hummed “Sure – but before that” Before you knew it he hauled you up, manhandling you and placing you over his knees. “you have to be punished” He stroked your ass over your panties warming you up “How much do you think you deserve? How about fifteen for every grand you spent” He delivered a slap over your panties before pulling them down.

It would be a long night and you would love every second of it.

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generalfoolish · 3 years

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Do You Ever Wonder?

Part One: Keep Hearing Your Name

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem!reader

Rating: All fluff, babes

Word Count: 1,188

Summary: Fem!reader and Marcus go for dinner.

A/N: 1st part of this Marcus Pike Trilogy! Fluffy first date, and some light pining. Enjoy!

Masterlist | Do You Ever Wonder? Masterlist | Prologue | Part Two

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The scruffy faced man you met at the bar had been on your mind for days. You had swapped numbers, you had talked all night, and like a damn gentleman he had kissed your cheek as you parted ways. It was so chaste it hurt. You had wanted him to take you inside and ruin you. Instead, he had been wrecking you from afar. A flirty text here and a silly meme there, and you were at the edge of your rope.

You weren’t normally the bold one. Usually, you sat idly by while you waited for your next partner to make the first move. Like sexual chess, you liked to see what opening move your partner would make, and that could tell you a lot about how they would treat you. Marcus had been waiting for you to move, you decided. He wouldn’t take the plunge, so you were going to have to do it for both of you.The text you sent was short, but it felt poignant.

Dinner?

Okay, maybe not poignant, but the message was received. You were having dinner with Marcus, on purpose, on Friday. He had suggested a little diner he had found recently during a stake out. You had lived in D.C. all your life, but it seemed Marcus was new to town. You agreed, knowing that the diner was good. Then it was just waiting, and it killed you. You found yourself daydreaming about his soft, brown eyes and his slightly puffy lips. You found yourself thinking a little too hard about how his scruff would feel against the soft skin on your inner thigh.

Then, suddenly, it was Friday. Your office job, usually tedious, was laboriously slow. And you rushed home, showering and shaving, before finding your favorite pair of jeans. An older, broken in pair that hugged you in all the right places. You lived fairly close to the diner, so you decided to walk. As much as you wanted to see Marcus, you had to take the time to enjoy the nice weather. The walk was nice enough, and it meant that you arrived right on time. Marcus was just sliding into the booth when you opened the door, and he looked up as the bell dinged above you. A smile split across his handsome face as he took you in, and you beamed in return.

“Hi! You look amazing!” He said, rising to greet you with a hug.

“Thanks! So do you!” You told him, grinning. You meant it. He was wearing a light blue button down and jeans, but he looked amazing. He pointed at your hair as you both slid into your booth seats.

“Your hair, it’s very curly.” He chuckled, and wiped his hand down his face. “That was incredibly dense. I just meant that it was up last time, and I didn’t notice how beautiful it was.” He grinned sheepishly, and looked at his menu. You smiled to yourself, and looked at your own menu while mumbling your thanks.

“What can I get’cha to drink?” The waitress asked, pulling out a small writing pad.

“Coffee, please.” Marcus told her with a smile, before glancing at you.

“Same, would be great.” You told her, smiling at Marcus. The waitress nodded before leaving to grab the cups.

“Coffee is a must at a diner.” He said, smoothing his menu out on the table.

“Agreed! It’s always perfect! Especially, when it’s fresh.”

“At the office, it’s pretty much always stale. Which is insane considering how much we all drink.” He said, laughing. “Now, the biscuits and gravy here are the best. If you like that sort of thing.” He looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite place.

“I love biscuits and gravy, are you kidding me?” You told him back. The waitress arrived with the steaming cups of coffee, and you placed your orders. Two servings of biscuits and gravy, and so much bacon.

“So, where did you say you worked again? Politics?” You asked, sipping the coffee slowly to avoid a burnt tongue.

“FBI, actually. Art theft, specifically.” He told you around his own mug.

“Oh wow! Is there a lot of art theft?” He nodded before answering.

“I’m actually in charge of the international task force, so it’s been very busy. We work with Interpol and Scotland Yard, but thieves are smarter than ever.” He explained, and you nodded along. It sounded too far-fetched to be real. It sounded like a show.

“Do you get to go abroad to museums?” You asked, raising your eyes to his.

“Not yet, but I’m sure eventually.” He shrugged with a chuckle. “What about you? Office work, right? What field?” You smiled.

“It’s not as interesting as your job, but I actually work with data mining. It’s a lot of analyzing and input, but I actually love working with so much information. It can be stressful, meeting deadlines, but nowhere close to actually chasing down thieves!” He smiled at you, before taking another sip.

“It’s pretty tame most days, honestly. A lot of surveillance. But- oh here’s the food! You’re going to love this.” He told you conspiratorially. You wanted to agree based purely on the steaming plate in front of you. It looked delicious. The gravy had the perfect amount of sausage, and the biscuits seemed fluffy under all that goodness. You beamed at him and took a huge bite. You moaned around it, and he chuckled at your rolling eyes.

“It’s so good.” You mumbled from behind your hand, around a wad of biscuit. He shrugged, as if to say ‘I told you so,’ and dug into his own plate. You snatched a piece of bacon, and watched him for a second. He truly was so handsome. A little older maybe, probably late thirties. You were only in your mid-twenties, so you started to wonder what he thought about the age gap. You wanted to know everything about him, you realized.

“Tell me something,” You started, the words falling out before you had a follow-up. He raised his eyes to yours, and left his bite mid-air, waiting on your question. “What do you do for fun?” You asked quickly, your courage evaporating at the sight of his soft brown eyes.

“Oh, huh, uhm, not much. I’m still pretty unsettled here. I stay pretty busy with work. I had an uncover thing a while back that let me hang out at a club. That’s not really my scene though. There’s a theater near my place that shows older movies, you know the classics, I try to catch a show once a week or so.” He ate his bite, and thought as he chewed. “We should go, there’s a showing coming up of The Maltese Falcon. I think it’s Tuesday?” You nodded, and tried to hide your smile.

“I love The Maltese Falcon! I took a Murder and Mystery course in college, and I’ve loved detective movies since then.” He smiled as he took a piece of bacon from the shared plate.

“Then it’s a date.” You, finally, gave up and smiled at him.

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aperrywilliams · 4 years

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Love and concern (Dad!Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

(Not my gif!)

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Summary: Spencer is concern about the first school day of his daughter.

Word Count: 1315.

Rating: General Audiences. Dad Spencer Fluff.

Warnings: Mention to bullying.

A/N: Happy Father’s day to the dad that was robbed from us, Spencer Reid.

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The alarm rang at 6:00 am, as scheduled. Sleepily I turned to face the nightstand to turn it off. After a groan of dissatisfaction, I turn to the other side and saw I was alone in bed. Spencer wasn’t next to me. I rubbed my eyes to shake some of the sleep out of my body. I got up on the way to the kitchen and saw Spencer busily making coffee and carefully cutting some fruits and putting them in a tupperware. He was still in pajamas.

"Spencer... what are you doing already up? It’s only 6:02 in the morning, the alarm rang two minutes ago…”. I said in my usual drowsy voice.

"I just wanted to do a few things before going to shower...". His voice was a combination of concentration and concern at the same time. Spencer didn't even look up to speaking to me. I approached the kitchen counter where he continued the task of cutting fruits and settling them in the tupperware.

"My love, I think she won’t eat all this amount of fruit today...". I told him while I watching the tupperware was full of slices apples, oranges and bananas.

"What if she gets hungry sometime?. I think a sandwich probably isn't enough. What if she gets anxious?. The best thing would be for her to calm anxiety with something healthy. Furthermore, we know the nutritional content of snacks in schools is standard for all kids. I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but if she needs something else I wish she could have it…”. Spencer said it, now focus on carefully wrapping the sandwich next to the tupperware with fruit.

"Maybe… could it be you are the anxious one?". I asked with a frown. Having said that, he looked at me for the first time this morning.

"Me?… No!, I just want my daughter to have everything she needs on her first day of school”. Spencer said solemnly, taking the sandwich and putting it in the lunch box, the item prepared for that specifically purpose.

"Spencer Reid, I’ve known you for 8 years, you can't hide it from me you are nervous or worried about something". I said him with a severely tone for to take me seriously this time. Deep down myself I thought I knew what his concern was about, but I wanted him tell me about it. He was silent for a few minutes. Spencer put his forearms on the counter and looked at me with a pout.

"And if she doesn’t like it?, and if happens something?... it supposed school should be a good experience for her. I don't want her to have a bad time on it…”. I could see how Spencer clenched his teeth just thinking in that worst scenario. I approached to Spencer to stroke his back and help to release some of the evident tension of his body.

"I can realize your apprehension, but we already had the Kindergarten experience and I think it was quite successful, don't you think?" I said now, nudging him gently in the ribs.

“I know, but Kindergarten is a much more controlled environment, there are fewer children and there is more flexibility in activities. At school there are more children and teachers has less control. The prevalence of bullying in the first year of school increased from 25% to 30% between 2015 and 2019… it’s a huge ratio!... what's more, the latest NCES reports say the gap between boys and girls is widening. That means our daughter has almost 1.5 more chances of being bullied just because she’s a girl!...”. Spencer said the last sentence in a high pitch which denoted it was something extremely disturbing to him.

"Spencer, stop it now if you don't want to get the divorce papers by mail". I said flatly so he stopped talking. He begun rambling further than I was able to bear in that moment. I was beginning to terrify myself. That was enough for him to stop talking and nervously start fidgety his hands. I took his hands with mine to try to calm him down before speaking. "Hey, I know you are nervous, I’m too, but this is all about the things she has to experience...". I said trying to encourage him.

"I know. I really know all things are you saying, but I love her too much and I couldn't stand to see her suffer because some asshole says something hurtful to her or they ignore her or...". I could see the gears in his head spinning endlessly.

"That doesn't have to happen. You are trying to anticipate all possible outcomes and we don't know how it’ll really be like. Why should it be a bad experience for her? It doesn't have to be…”. With one of my hands I started to sort his hair and stroke it to cheer him up a bit. I knew exactly where the conversation was going.

"But it happened to me. And I don't want something like that happened to her. (Y/N), school can really be a nightmare…” he confessed with a grimace of evident discomfort.

"I know it my love. I didn't have a great time at school at first either, but I think our daughter will be better able to face the challenges of her new life than either of us. She is as smart as you and as stubborn as me, she’ll know exactly what to do. Plus, she has her parents who love her very much and who will always be there to support her…”. Spencer let out a sigh as he took me by the waist and burying his head on my shoulder.

"Yes, I know. She’s a wonderful little girl. Like her mother". After saying it Spencer moved away from my shoulder to look at me and give me an intense kiss on the forehead.

"And like his father. Don't forget that. You have done an excellent job Spencer. She loves you and trusts you utterly. There could be no closer bond than yours. Believe me that makes me even jealous sometimes…”. I said managing to get a smile out of Spencer.

"Do you think so?..." he asked some blushing. He knew I was telling the truth.

"Of course I do! Do you know who is the one who doesn’t want to go to sleep because 'daddy' has not read her good night story?. She only accepts I do it when she knows you are traveling”.

“(Y/N)… I just want her to be happy. I don't care what I will have to do to make sure she will happy”. I knew he was genuine. If Spencer had to sacrifice himself for our daughter, he wouldn't even think twice.

"I believe it. I believe you. And I’m sure if you think it’s necessary to go to aunt Penelope to chase some idiot who hurts her, you’ll do so regardless of what I say or how much I protest…”. We both started laughing. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was a little after 6:30. "Okay, go to shower, I'll wake up the sleepy beauty and we'll make breakfast, ok?". Spencer nodded, catching my lips with his.

“I love you. Thanks for understanding me and supporting me... always”. Spencer said whispering in my ear.

"I love you too. So much. Now go… go to shower”. I instructed him. Like a child with a commanded task he walked to the bathroom. Before closing the door he peering his head out to say something.

"Maybe I should ask Emily for the day off... and I don't know, stay out of school in case she needs something...". The look I returned must have been so much intense and harsh enough for him to give up on his idea himself. "Or maybe not…". That said, he closed the door and turned on faucet of the shower.

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lofitojii · 4 years

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ONE SHOT: A Simple Crush

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Summary: You’re a costume designer for Pro Heroes, pretty well known in the industry. You take on a new Pro Hero as a client, doing your best to make sure all of your costumes are up to hero level. You start to think that you’re doing something wrong with your designs when Red Riot, the new Pro Hero, keeps coming back with a damaged costume only to find out, it was his excuse to see you.

♡ Word Count: 2.8k

♡ Content: Fluff

♡ Kirishima x Female Reader

A/N: this was so much fun to write. It’s a little different than some of my other work, being similar to the Hawks one shot. Tbh, if I were in the MHA world, I would be best friends with Kirishima and Kaminari just based on personality. I hope you enjoy! :)

KIRISHIMA POV: The cool thing about being a Pro Hero is well, okay there’s a lot of cool things. Like the whole saving people, fighting bad guys, the media recognition thing. To be honest, I think all of it’s cool, but let me tell you how excited I am to have my hero costume designed by none other than Y/N. Ah man, she’s so badass at what she does and makes some seriously insane costumes. But that’s not the main reason why I asked for her to do it. I mean yes it’s going to be awesome to have a high tech costume, but I really did it to get to know her.

I saw her on TV one time, she did an interview with Hawks about his costume design and I couldn’t tell you what the interview was about because I was too busy just staring at her. That sounds super creepish but I promise I’m not trying to be creepy. You get it, right? Like you see someone on TV or something and you fall in love like, almost immediately? Yeah, that’s how I would explain what happened. I have a crush and thank god I’m a Pro Hero now so I have a reason to talk to her.

I stood outside the office building that was towering over the city. It was huge, her floor being on the 18th. I was fidgety in the elevator, trying to think of what I was going to say to her. God, I’m so nervous. Watch, knowing me, I’m going to say something stupid and she’s gonna think I’m an idiot.

“Hi, how can I help you?” I walked up to the front desk, letting the clerk know I was here for Y/N who was running behind due to a meeting. That’s fine, I’ve got all the time in the word to wait for her. This just gives me time to think of what I want to say.

“Hey there beautiful!” No. Too forward.

“Why hello there. Come here often?” What the fuck? She works here.

“Hi.” Oh my god, I’m going to make a complete fool of myself!!

While I waited, I decided to flip through the meaningless magazines that were placed on a side table. I’m too nervous to focus on anything but if I just sit here, people are going to think I’m a weirdo for fidgeting so much.

The elevator made its dinging noise, signaling that someone was about to walk out. My heart is pacing so fast, it feels like it’s going to burst through my chest. When you walked out, it felt as if time froze, my vision blurring out the surrounding area, leaving you clear as day in my eyes. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

“Haha, thank you sir,” you giggled. GIGGLED! My heart is literally about to jump out of my throat. “You must be Kirishima, it’s nice to meet you! I’m Y/N. If you would follow me this way, we can talk in my office.” I was actually speechless, at a loss for words as I stood there in front of you. I feel so dumb, say something you idiot!!!

“I’m sorry, about that out there,” I nervously scratched the back of my head. My cheeks felt so warm, not to mention I can feel myself sweating. Holy shit, this is weird, I’ve never felt like this before. “I’m just a big fan of yours.”

“Don’t think too much about it,” you waved your hand, a smile still spread across your face. “You’re too kind, really. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t blush a little bit.” I made YOU blush? This day just keeps getting better. “Now, Kirishima, you didn’t fill out our form and the one from UA is rather old. What were you thinking, design wise?”

“To be honest, I chose you because I feel like you’d know better than I would. I really liked the one I got from UA, that’s why I just attached it to your form.” I am so nervous, my hands are so clammy and I feel rather embarrassed I didn’t fill out your form, but honestly I’m just trying to draw out the time I spend here.

“Not a problem. I already have your measurements,” you said, tapping your temple, referring to your eyes, I’m assuming. “My quirk let’s me take measurements of every body part. I see the numbers as soon as I make eye contact with you.” Wait, did you just say EVERY body part? You began to laugh, noticing my change in mood after you explained your quirk to me. “Don’t worry. I don’t measure down there.”

“What? I mean, no! That’s not- You can if you- I mean-” Oh my god, I sound like a babbling idiot. I’m doing a really good job at keeping my crush a secret, aren’t I? You were still laughing, your laugh so infectious. You really have such a beautiful laugh, I want to hear it all the time.

“Oh Kirishima, I’m excited to work with you. I’ll give you a call once it’s ready for you.” And like that, our meeting was done. I made a complete fool of myself but you said you were excited to work with me, and that was enough for me to leave feeling confident.

You called me a couple days later, giving me the OK to come back in to try on the new costume you had designed for me. I showed up more excited about the fact I get to see you, and yeah, the costume is cool too, I guess.

You came up with such an awesome idea, the material being durable, room for the growth of my quirk. It was everything I expected and more, but honestly that doesn’t really surprise me. You’re quite amazing at your job. With this being said, with my costume being done, times I get to see you are very limited, so I have to take matters into my own hands on this one.

“Hey Y/n,” I said, walking into your office. You look so cute today with your black business suit and that slicked back pony. You look so professional and business like. I wonder what a normal day is for you. I bet everyone thinks highly of you, I mean how could they not?

“Hey Kirishima! How can I help you?” You looked up at me with those beautiful, glossy eyes of yours. I could barely make out the crosshairs in your left eye but the slight discoloration made it a little easier.

“Bad news,” I scratched the back of my head, placing the ripped costume on your desk. You jumped up, holding the torn fabric in between your fingers. You furrowed your eyebrows together, giving me a small glare that both excited and scared me.

“What did you do?”

“Ripped it?”

“Kirishima…”

“What!? You’re literally holding it in your hands. I don’t know how else to put it when the evidence is right there.” You let out a deep sigh, shaking your head.

“Alright well I guess we’ll give you the second design. This one was so good though, how did it rip?” ‘Cause I ripped it in battle on purpose so I had a reason to come and see you. Wasn’t about to say that out loud, but that’s my truth, Y/n.

You handed me the second design, warning me to be careful with this one but to be honest, I don’t care how much money I spend on these damn things. This time, I’ll wait a little longer to come back. I waited a whole two weeks instead of one so you wouldn’t pick up on my little plan here.

“Don’t tell me…” You crossed your arms, this time you were in more of a laid back outfit. Leggings and a hoodie and holy shit, do you look incredible. Not to mention your ass- “Kirishima, what on earth do you keep doing that you keep ripping your outfits?”

“The guys I’ve been going up against have all happened to have sharp like quirks?”

“Even so, I designed it so it was a lot harder to rip. I specifically designed this one so it would withstand your ultimate move so it doesn’t make sense…”

“I don’t know, I just fight ya know?” You were closer today, but you still couldn’t figure it out, even though you looked like you were deep in thought for most of our meeting. I promise you Y/N, I’ll tell you when the time is right. I just need excuses to come and see you until I have enough courage to ask you out.

“Okay well are you able to stay a little longer today? Maybe do a few test runs of these other designs?” I nodded in agreement, following you to the testing center. I would’ve stayed longer to help you with anything, even taking the garbage out. You seemed frustrated but in the grand scheme of things, I’m doing all of this until I feel like I’m ready to ask you out. I’m not really good with talking to girls, let alone asking them out. I’m just nervous, I really don’t want to screw this up with you because I’ve truly never felt like this before. You make me feel different, every time I’m around you, I get mad butterflies. That’s not normal for me.

“Alright Kirishima, go ahead and use your quirk as much as you can. I don’t want you to exhaust yourself.” I did what you said, the costume holding up to my power. I even pulled out my ultimate, the costume returning to my size when time ran out. You are truly incredible at what you do. “Good, now we’re gonna send out some testing bots. Don’t worry about breaking them, that’s what they’re for. The lasers do hurt though, so please be careful.”

“No need to worry about me,” I said, crashing my fists together. You let the robots out, immediately shooting out lasers as they had me in their vision. You were right, the lasers do hurt, but they barely made a mark on the new costume. Damn it Y/N, you’re just too good aren’t you.

The tests ran for a couple hours, and during that time I tried my best to warm up to you, or I guess have you warm up to me. I did everything I could to make you laugh, to really make you notice me other than just another hero here to get their costume made. I love your laugh, Y/N. I want to hear it all the time. Today was so special in my eyes, I think we made really good progress, but next time I don’t think I can come back due to a ripped costume. This one was perfect, you really went all out. It had to be more of a pride thing, but then again I’m just assuming.

The next time I went back, I asked for you to add a belt for small weapons like a net or something to help restrain villains. I didn’t want to upset you by damaging my costume again, I think it was actually hurting you inside to see the costume destroyed like that. I get it Y/N, you take a lot of pride in your work. The time is coming close though, I really think we’re getting to a point where it won’t be awkward if I asked you out.

“I didn’t mean for this to take this long,” you apologized as we waited for the belt to be made. I didn’t do anything this time, it was the machine’s own issues that prolonged my visit, which I’m not complaining about. “If you wanted, you can leave and come back tomorrow to get it.”

“No it’s okay,” I assured you. “I don’t mind waiting. Plus it’s getting late, I don’t want you walking out there by yourself.” You were shocked by my offer, my comment making you… Blush? No way, did I just make you blush? Without having to call you pretty? Oh my god.

“Thank you.” You were shy. I caused you to get all shy! I know this sounds so lame but this means that I’m on the right track! Or at least, that’s what the internet told me.

It took about an hour for the belt to be completed, but within that time, we talked. We actually had a conversation. I told you about my UA days, talked about my family and my friends. The whole time, you seemed so invested, asking questions, referring to earlier topics letting me know you were actually listening. And when you told me about your life, I was in awe. You were incredible, every memory you mentioned being more exciting and interesting than the last. You told me about how you haven’t dated anyone in years because you were so focused on your career. You had made it though and I knew you were upset about not having someone to love. The way you spoke, so poetic and honest. You didn’t have to tell me you were upset, it lingered in your emotion, even though you ended your statement with a smile.

“I haven’t dated anyone either,” I admitted, adding on to your subject. “To be honest, I’m not very good with talking to girls.”

“That’s not true. I mean I’ve had a wonderful time talking to you.”

“Me too, actually.” My palms were sweaty, clammy to the touch. My face was heating up, I could tell you noticed, your own cheeks becoming rosey. This was it, this was my chance. “Hey Y/N, can I tell you something?”

“Of- Of course,” you stuttered. I let out a deep exhale, squeezing my thighs as I tried to form what I wanted to say. I could tell you were just as nervous. Stop that, I’m going to choke on my own spit if you keep staring at me with those big doe eyes of yours.

“The last two time I ripped my costume? Yeah that was on purpose.” You just laughed, shaking your head in response.

“I kinda figured,” you replied. “I didn’t want to assume anything so I just didn’t bother questioning it.”

“Yeah well, I did it cause I needed some kind of excuse to come and see you.” I couldn’t make eye contact. I was both nervous and embarrassed and I really didn’t want to upset you, please understand.

“Kirishima,” you took my hand in yours, rubbing your dainty fingers across my bruised knuckles. “You could’ve just asked me out. I was excited every time you came back and not to mention our first interaction was you calling me beautiful.”

“You remember that?”

“And why wouldn’t I?” It went silent, I couldn’t pull my hand away. You were so shy, and to be honest I was nervous as hell. But I did what any courageous hero would, I leaned over and kissed you. In that moment, I kind of blacked out, nerves really taking over my entire body. I was surprised by your actions though as you leaned back into the kiss, your hand that was once holding mine found its way up to my cheek. You were so gentle, your hand and lips so soft. I couldn’t believe what was happening, it all felt so surreal. But here you were, here I was, kissing you, you kissing me back.

You pulled away, your cheeks completely flushed. “I’m sorry,” you apologized, turning away from me.

“Hey,” I whispered, turning your head back so I could reassure you. “I kissed you first because I wanted to.” You didn’t answer, you were too flustered, holding back whatever it is you wanted to say to me. So I took a shot in the dark, if you could even say it was in the dark with how you reacted to my kiss. “Y/N, can I take you out?”

“Rip another one of my costumes and I’ll beat your ass,” you joked, pointing your finger in my face. “But yes, I will.”

God, you’re so beautiful.

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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Warlock's Apprentice

Pairing: warlock!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, allusion to non-con, breeding, non-graphic depiction of violence, manhandling.

Words: 2373.

Summary: You walked side by side with the Devil.

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You still had hard time believing you were walking down the Great Hall, stepping on the white marbled floors and doing your best not to shake while the members of the court stared down at you as if you were some fairytale creature. You saw giant mirrors hanging on blazing white walls and golden curtains, huge heavy chandeliers with thousands of candles, the statues of gold double eagles - everything here was so different compared to the gloomy tower of the Warlock where it was dark even during the brightest days.

Knowing he watched you out of the corner of his eye, you clenched your teeth, keeping your composure. You had to make a good impression, not gape at the walls like a country girl. Maybe you weren't an aristocrat like most of the people here, but you were the Shadow Enchanter, the Soldat's Apprentice, second only to him, and you had a power to reckon with.

"Keep your head up, girl." You heard Bucky's voice in your head and stiffened involuntary. "We are above them all."

Would you be charged with treason if anyone was to discover what your master was telling you? You bet you would.

You stepped on the blue carpet and finally saw a raised throne of gold at the end of the room, beautiful people in ostentatious clothes milling over it - all you saw were not faces but gowns of silk and brocade, fancy parade uniforms, ribbons, medals, and bawdricks. This extravagance was slowly making your stomach sick, but you thought of your completely black soldier's dress and felt a bit better abour yourself. Your master and you must have looked like two crows among the peacocks.

"The Warlock and Shadow Enchanter." Somebody's loud voice thundered, and you saw the King sitting on the golden throne, the Queen to his right, and two young men standing by their sides.

God, it was happening, truly.

The King looked like a man who carried the weight of the world on his thin shoulders, his face unhealthy pale - you could see the dark circles around his eyes regardless of how court magicians tried to cover them with their glamour charms. It was true then, all the rumors you heard of King's withering health. He was only in his forties, but, apparently, he would hardly last long.

The Queen, on the contrary, looked nothing like her plain husband, her body unmistakably strong, her forms magnificent and face looking fresh with ruddy, healthy glow in her cheeks. Her older son was much like her with the same grace in his features - Steven was his name, and he was the very same Prince Charming all the girls in the Academy were talking about when you were still studying there.

You wanted to stare shamelessly at his immensely handsome face, his eyes blue like southern sky in the summer, but you bit your tongue instead. You were no longer a girl dreaming of marrying princes and living in a high castle.

Then you glanced quickly at the other son, Peter, the one who was about your age. While Steven, undoubtedly, took after his mother, Peter reminded you of the King, although much younger and - you admitted with shame - much prettier. He had dark hair and dark eyes, yet there was light to his face. Maybe he lacked the same intimidating air the other royals had around them, but you saw his dignity, his kind and clever eyes shining with interest as the Warlock and you moved closer to the end of the room.

You liked the younger son, you thought and then cringed as you failed to keep your eyes off the princes once again.

"Please don't collapse if one of them decides to talk to you."

You clenched your teeth tighter, hating this awful manner with which your master intruded in your thoughts all the time.

You needed to keep calm. You were to give your vows to protect the royal family and your kingdom. And later... later you were most certainly to be invited to the royal ball organized in Warlock's honor to celebrate his return. Maybe you would get a glimpse of the princes there.

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"Do you think I brought you here to give you to the prince?" His mocking tone turned dark, poisonous. "You think I've been teaching you magic all these years so you could marry one of those pathetic royals and keep giving them babies with Enchanter's blood running through their veins?"

You tried to move away from the Warlock, but he grabbed you by the arm and brought you closer, watching you wincing in pain.

"My task is to keep away the Great Shadow." You whispered, horrified with your teacher's sudden shift of mood and wishing to run to the door the moment he'd let you go. "It doesn't mean I should be celibate."

"And your husband has to be the prince, of course." Bucky grimaced and cupped your chin, staring at you with his scary light eyes from above. "Women. You're all the same. It is never enough for you, is it? I gave you the power to wreck the world, and all you want is to lay beneath a weakling wearing the crown."

You pushed him, chanting a little spell - you caught him by surprised and quickly stepped back, shiver running down your spine. You had seen the Warlock being furious many times, but never as mad as now, pacing back and forth your chamber like a caged beast, his hands clenched in fists. God, you knew he'd take it badly.

"I've done no wrong." You claimed in a shaky voice, thinking of whether you had to chant a barrier around yourself. "I didn't betray you. His Highness said nothing about marrying me or anything of this kind! We've only danced and talked about science and magic."

Bucky let out a laugh, and you felt your stomach twisting.

"Of course, my dear. No one will say anything to you until one day they'll come to your chambers and announce your wedding with prince without asking for your approval. By the way, sweetheart, which prince do you want?" The knot in your throat prevented you from defending yourself in front of your furious master. "I guess you like the young one more, but you caught the attention of the crown prince. You want to be the Queen, don't you? This is the only thing that matters for a little minx like you."

Biting down on your lip, you felt your eyes watering at his words. Why was he saying that? You had never been power-hungry. You cared little for royals and luxury surrounding them, and your master knew it better than anyone else. Why was he saying that? Why did he need to humiliate you for something you had never wished for even in your dreams?

"But I've got to tell you the truth." The man looked at you bitterly. "You'll never be their equal. They'll treat you like nothing but the tool to strengthen their bloodline, and that's all you got to be for them. You'll become one more of their Assets like I've been before."

"Am I not the Asset to you?" You blinked away the tears and stared at him with revulsion, feeling betrayed. "Weren't you going to use me for your own purpose? Don't tell me you wanted to set me free. What's the difference between you and the royal family?"

"Ungrateful little brat." He hissed and moved before you could create the shield.

The man gripped your hair in his fist and yanked you towards your bed, hovering above you and pushing your face in the mattress with all his force. Your cry was muffled by the blanket as you tried to fight him, but was easily outpowered, ropes binding your arms by your master's command. Your first thought was that Bucky wanted to strangle you in rage - you could hardly breathe beneath his large hand. Knowing his unyielding temperament, you did what you could to wriggle free, chanting more and more spells, yet he was able to undo your clumsy charms with ease.

"Stop struggling." He snarled, pushing your face into the bed. "Or I'll show what you get for talking to your master like that."

His angry voice sounded threatening - the last time you disregard it he whipped you that bad you couldn't sit properly for a week, but today everything might end up much worse that that, you thought. You always got to obey him no matter what.

Why did you had to now, though? You were no longer his little girl, hiding in his shadow. Today you were deemed worthy serving your King, and, in fact, the Warlock had no power over you anymore. Unfortunately, he was never bothered by formalities.

"I have fed you, clothed you, given you the roof above you head and shared my knowledge with you." You heard him growling in your ear as he let you breathe again, moving his palm from your head to the back of your neck. "And this is how you thank me for everything I've done for you?"

"I've served you all these years like a dog." You hissed. "I've cooked and cleaned, I've made so many potions I could make a fortune from it alone, I've protected the Tower when Wakandan magus came searching for you. I took all your beatings without saying a word!"

"I didn't beat you, I've trained you."

"You can call it whatever you like, master." You grinned wickedly at him, watching him with your peripheral vision.

His gaze darkened, and you realized you were only making it worse for yourself. Nevertheless, you refused to be intimidated by him, the man who had ruled over you, took advantage of you, forced you to obey his every whim and keep your mouth shut. You wouldn't let him treat you like that. Not anymore.

You felt his ragged breath on the top of your head, his huge body pressing yours into the mattress. He was the Winter Soldier, the Soldat, the Warlock, but you could bring the Great Shadow to the chamber with a snap of your fingers, and he could do nothing to fight it. The only issue with it was that the King would claim you a traitor instead of savior and send all his soldiers to hunt you till the end of your days.

Suddenly, you sensed Bucky's grip weakening, and then he withdrew his hand, letting you move away from him that very second, ropes falling on the bed sheets. His eyes were as cold as a winter night when he stared at you, crawling away from him on the bed.

"Do you want the crown, Y/N?" The man asked sharply, and you narrowed your eyes at him.

"I want someone to love me." You said angrily. "I want to be treated kindly. I want to feel appreciated. I want all the things you would never give me, master."

For a moment you thought Bucky looked hurt before he was on you again, his hands clenching yours and blocking your charms. As you stared at his face, his expression enraged, you growled just like him.

"Rot in Hell." You barked, almost ready to call the Shadow.

"I've been rotting long before you were born, little girl."

He lowered himself until his forehead touched yours, and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. You saw his anger disappearing, but you didn't feel a delicious sense of relief, anxiety washing over you even more.

"They've taken away all I had. They stripped me of any family and friends, my comrades, anything I treasured, and they want to snatch you away from me all the same." He whispered lowly, watching you frown. "Stay with me, and I'll make you a saint in the eyes of people. You're the Shadow Enchanter, you're above all the royals hiding in this wretched place."

"But you want me beneath you." You said, deeply hurt at his words and his desire to control you even when you thought he deemed you worthy of his trust. "Above them all, but beneath you. Don't you see I want to be neither queen nor saint? All I ever wanted was to be treated fairly, and you denied me this. You're keep doing it even now."

Suddenly, you realized tears were streaming down your face and making the pillow beneath you wet.

"What have I done to you? I loved you with all my heart, and you mocked me for it. You've made me force these feelings down my throat. I wanted you to be proud of me, value me, tell me I'm good enough, but you didn't. Now you get mad because someone else dared to do it?"

His eyes went wide at your confession.

"Did you love me? Did you ever love me?"

"I did. I even dreamt of marrying you." You bit back a cry, angry at yourself for telling him the truth when all you wanted was to spit in his face. "Imagine, master, I hoped to bear your children. But if you don't want it, maybe one day someone else would."

"I do. I want it."

You winced from humiliation and a deep sense of shame, your face flushed.

Of course, now he'd say whatever you wanted to hear from him to make you comply again. He'd play with your feelings as he had always done, and in the end you won't ever become the true Shadow Enchanter, you'd always be the Warlock's faithful Apprentice and nothing else.

"Do you think I can believe you now?" You let out a quiet laugh, staring at him with resentment and hate.

"I don't need you to believe me." He said and pressed his dry chapped lips to your forehead. "I'll show you. I'll show you that you're wrong."

Bucky moved slightly, and you felt the bulge in his pants against your thigh. Oh Gods.

"No, no, master, please-"

"I'll make you a saint. I'll put a crown on your pretty head." His whisper burnt your ear when his nose brushed against your temple. "I'll give you all the things you deserve, and no prince will take you away from me."

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aidanrgallagher7 · 4 years

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Love in The Midst of Doomsday ~

Five Hargreaves × Reader

Story Summary: When Five joins the commission after the apocalypse, he meets you and falls in love. When he finds out that he can go back and save his family, he does so and leaves you behind. Only to find you again a couple days before doomsday.

Word Count 3.1k

Warnings: none for this chapter

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Prologue~

When you joined the Commission five years ago, you had no one. Everyone avoided you because they saw you as a threat. You are one of the top assassins in the Commission you see, so when you came along, people were afraid of you. The Handler, however, favored you the most. She took you under her wing when she found you in an alleyway all alone and nowhere to go. She calls you her "minnie me" because of how similar you are in cleverness and strength. So when the day the Handler came to you, telling you that she will be taking in a man without a real name, shocked you to say the least.

"I am your assassin Handler, why do you need another one?"

Handler "Oh I know sweetpea," she puts a piece of hair that has fallen into your eye behind your left ear, "but he needs a home just like you did. He has been stuck in the apocalypse for forty five years-"

"Are you serious?"

Handler "Yes, do you see why we need to take him in?"

"W-why doesn't he have a name?"

Handler "It is complicated. I am sure that he will tell you all about it when he meets you, hmm?"

"Okay."

Handler "That's my little minnie me." She kisses your forehead and then takes your hand to lead you to her office. When she opens up the door, sitting in one of her chairs is an extremely handsome gentleman. So handsome that it takes you aback for a moment or two.

Handler "Five, this is Y/n. Y/n this is Five." When he looks into your eyes, it is like the whole world stopped.

Five "Hello, i-it is nice to meet you." He stuttered. He reached for your hand and you gratefully took it.

"It is nice to meet you too." In that moment he smiled, and you could feel your heart start to race. Five's smile is the most beautiful smile that you have ever seen. His whole face lights up as his smiles at you and the Handler notices it as well.

Handler "Well, Y/n is our trained assassin here in the Commission. She has done many jobs for me and every single job has been completed successfully. So Y/n, you will be training Five to be as skilled if not more skilled than yourself in the field."

"You want me to train Five?"

Handler "That is right."

"But you trained me, why won't you train Five?"

Five "No it's okay, really. I would like for you to show me your skills. The Handler has told me a lot of your work, I'd be honored to learn from you." You try your hardest not to blush but it is very hard. He isn't just handsome, he is kind and sweet.

"Okay, when should we start?"

Handler "Now. I have cleared your schedule so you can start his training now."

Five "Perfect."

"I'll meet you outside in the field, can you just give us a moment please?"

Five "Absolutely." We smiled and then walked out the door. As soon as the door is shut, you squeal like a child even though you are an adult. The Handler bursts out laughing, laughing so hard that she starts to snort.

"You hired him on purpose!"

Handler "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." She shrugs her shoulders. "I had to do a little somethin-somethin for you! You're like my daughter besides Lila!"

"Thank you, I don't really know what else to say.."

Handler "You don't have to say another word," she boops your nose, "now go on, he's waiting for you." You giggle like a schoolgirl in love, about to go meet the jock on the football field.

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When you get your training bag from your room, you meet Five in the training field: it is basically an arena for people in the Commission to train for whatever tasks the Handler has given to them. You are a nervous wreck but that is only because you don't want to make a fool of yourself in front of the new guy.

"Hey, are you ready?"

Five "As ready as I can be."

"First, you have to learn the basics."

Five "Which are?"

"One on one combat."

Five "I have to hit you?!"

You laugh, "You won't hurt me, but if you do, that is good. That means that you will be able to move onto the second stage."

Five "I don't want to hurt you."

"I am your trainer Five. Do not worry, I won't take it personally." He sighs and puts his hands up, preparing to fight. As soon as you swing once, he ducks and kicks your leg, making you fall to the ground.

"Good." He offers you a hand up.

Five "I'm sorry." He helps you off of the ground and you get close to each other.

"I am not mad Five. I want you to fight. When you are on a job, you can never make it personal."

"Yes ma'am." His training went on for an hour or two, you are not exactly sure. It was more fun than any of your other training sessions that you have done in the past. Of course, Five did not make it easy for you to beat him in combat. He is way stronger than you took him for. All you know is that you are definitely going to be bruised and sore in the morning.

Five "Did I pass?" He asked, out of breath.

"Yeah, yeah I'd say so." You say as you wipe a bit of blood off of your mouth. He takes your hand and uses his own hand to finish wiping it away.

Five "I'm really sorry..I didn't mean to hurt you like this."

"It's okay, I promise. You did really good, I am impressed. Especially on the first day."

Five smiles, "Well I am not like everyone else."

"What do you mean?"

Five "I am..let's just say, different."

"In what way are you different?"

Five takes your hand in his own, "Do you trust me?"

"...Of course"

Five "Okay, don't let go of my hand." And before you could answer, you were engulfed in a blue light. And in that light, Five ran you both through it and in no time at all, you were on the whole opposite side of the field.

"W-what?

Five "Yeah-"

"H-how did you just do that?"

Five "Maybe we should go inside. It's going to be a long conversation." He takes your hand again and just like last time, he blinked you into his room. Your head is spinning and you have no idea what to think. Five seemed like everyone else: a regular human being. But that is far from the truth.

"What are you?"

Five sighs, "I am one out of seven siblings. Specifically, I am the fifth sibling to be born with special abilities."

"So there are six other people like you?"

Five "Yes but my siblings have different abilities. Mine just happens to be blinking."

"Blinking?"

Five "I can time jump to anywhere at any time. That is why I showed you on the field."

"And your siblings?" He explains to you all of their abilities and it is a huge pill to swallow but you are amazed. He tells you all about his father and how he got stuck in the apocalypse. You find Five so interesting and he amazes you with new information that you thought only existed in tv shows and movies.

Five "I didn't mean to get stuck there. I was just trying to show my father that I was strong enough to time jump into the future. Sadly, I was able to jump into the future but I just jumped too far."

"Why couldn't you jump back?"

Five "With my powers, I have limits. The more power I use, the more tired I get. When I am weak or drained, I cannot blink. But believe me, I tried everything I could to get back to my family."

"I am sorry."

Five "Thank you. Then the Handler found me and brought me here.. now you know everything."

"Does the Handler know about your powers?"

Five "Yes. That is why she even hired me in the first place."

"Well I am glad that she did. It's been pretty lonely here in the Commission before you showed you." He blushes and smiles from ear to ear.

Five "It is nice to see a woman as beautiful as yourself after being alone for forty five years." You start to laugh.

"I must say I have never heard that one before." He starts to laugh along with you, then he blushes.

Five "Sorry.."

"No, don't apologize. I'm really glad that you are here."

Five "Me too-" the Handler cuts Five off by knocking on the door.

Handler "Sorry to interrupt you two but I was wondering how his first day of training went?"

"If you can't tell by my lip, he did very well."

Handler "Ahh I am so glad to hear it!"

"He can go onto the next stage of training tomorrow."

Handler "Wow Mr. Five I must say that I am impressed."

Five "Thank you."

Handler "Well, dinner starts in a bit..I'll see you two downstairs." She smiles and then closes the door. Five sighs and sits back down onto the bed.

"What?"

Five "I really hurt you didn't I?"

"I have been hurt a lot worse, trust me. A cut lip is nothing Five."

Five "Well I'll make it up to you, I promise."

You blush, "Okay." You ended up getting cleaned up before dinner and Five did the same. You feel yourself fallen for Five Hargreaves, fast and hard.

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Four Years Later:

You and Five have been married for a year and a half now. Ever since the first day you two met, you have Five have been inseparable. You and Five are also the strongest unit the Commission has ever seen. In fact, the Handler has put up a plaque of yours and his face on the wall of honour. It is crazy to realize how far you and him have come, not just as a couple, but also in your jobs. However, recently Five has grown tired of working in the Commission. He has killed more than he can count and he is grown sick and tired of killing for the Handler. He has come to you in confidence, telling you how badly he wishes to leave the Commission and find a way to go back in time to save his family.

"You should speak to her, maybe she can find a way."

Five "Even if it is possible, I don't think that I would be able to take you with me."

"I love you Five. You know that I do, I want you to be happy."

Five "I am happy with you babe, I just miss my family."

"I know you do, so go talk to her. If she can make that possible, then go save your family."

Five wipes away a stray tear, "I love you."

"I love you too." He kisses you long and hard, before off of the sofa and heading out the door.

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When Five returns, he has a smile on his face. He explains to you that it can be done but it will take a few weeks to make absolutely sure that the briefcase will time jump back to that specific day.

"That is wonderful, Five! I am so happy for you." He kisses you but when he pulls back, his face turns to sorrow. "What, what's wrong?"

Five "I can't bring you with me Y/n."

"She told you that?"

Five "Yes." You bring his face to yours and you rest your foreheads together.

"I want you to be happy Five. Truly happy. You are my husband and I love you. I know that you love me just as much, but I also know that you love your family. And you miss them. So if you want to, I will let you."

Five "If I could-"

"I know."

Five "Remember our vows?"

"In this life and the next."

Five smiles, "I will find a way to get back to you, Y/n. I promise." You nod.

The day Five left, was the hardest day of your life. Watching the love of your life, disappear right before your eyes, was hard to say the least. You know that there is a great possibility that you would never see Five again, and that broke your heart into a million pieces.

Handler "Oh come on sweetpea, you will find love again!"

"I did find my love, Five is my husband!"

Handler "I know that, but why did he leave you if he loved you so much?"

"What are you talking about? You told him that I couldn't go with him."

Handler "Y/n, more than one person can time travel at once. You know that."

"Yes but the jump was too far back.." the Handler gave you the 'come on really?' face and your heart just sunk. "Did he really go back to his family?"

Handler "Yes, that part is true."

"Why would he lie?"

Handler "I don't know honey, but it is time to focus on the Commission again. That was your passion before Five came along." Little did you know that Five never lied to you, the Handler has hated the fact that you have been putting jobs second to your marriage. So she took care of the problem.

"You are right. When is my next job?"

Handler "Tomorrow morning-" she hands you a folder with all of the details that you need to know in order to complete your mission.

"I will get it done."

Handler "There's my girl I know and love!" You force a smile walk out of her office. You do not fully believe that Five lied to you, he has never in the past so why would he start now? Nonetheless, you pushed on and started working again.

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Five Years Later:

Five never came back, even after all these years he has not come back to you. Your heart has never fully healed but you have come to the realization that he was never coming back, and have made peace with that. Yes, you have your sleepless nights where you cry yourself to sleep. But thankfully you have a job where you can take out all of your hate and sadness on clients that the Handler wanted gone. Today, the Handler came to you with a job that involved you going back in time and you gladly took it.

Handler "This briefcase will take you back to November 15th, 1963."

"And why this date?"

Handler "There is a plot to kill John F. Kennedy and I want for you to stop that."

"Why, the last time Five did that, you almost fired him!?"

Handler "That was two years ago! I have changed my mind, now..do you want the job or not?"

"Yeah, yes of course."

Handler "That's a good girl, here you go." You take the briefcase from her hands and take it to your room. When you think back on that date, you realize that your father will still be alive in that time period. Are you really going to be able to see your father again? You asked yourself. You lost your father in 2014 due to old age (natural causes). When you lost him, you lost your home, your friends, everything. That year, the Handler found you and took you under her wing. Maybe you will be able to see him, that would bring you so much comfort that you so desperately need. So without any more hesitation, you take a deep breath and open up the briefcase.

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November 15th, 1963:

When you arrive at the designated time period, you arrive right on your father's doorstep. Before you can knock, a man opens up the door. That man is your father.

Elliot "Oh my god, Y/n! Where have you been?!"

"Dad?"

Elliot "You've been gone for hours, you didn't leave a note. Where have you been?"

"S-sorry I went to the diner to get some food."

Elliot "Oh okay." He said as he shut the door behind him.

"Dad, will you excuse me for a second?"

"Yeah! I have to get back to my research anyway." You rush to your bathroom mirror and find your younger self staring back at you. You scream out in shock, alerting your father.

"Y/N?! HONEY?"

"I- I'm fine! It was just a spider!"

"Oh, don't scare me like that!" You think to yourself, how is this possible? How did this happen? You take deep breaths and try to calm yourself down. Not only do you have to save the president, but you are now home and stuck in your sixteen year old body and your dad thinks that you are his teen daughter, coming home from the diner..wonderful!

"Okay Y/n..you've got this. Pull yourself together. Do what needs to be done and get back into your adult body." You pep talked yourself in the mirror.

When you get out of the bathroom, you find your father going around the apartment like a madman, looking at scraps of paper.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Elliot "You know what I'm doing silly."

"Tell me again..I kind of forgot."

Elliot "Uhm..okay.. come here and I'll show you." When you look down at the scraps of paper, you find a group of six people, lined up next to each other. "Okay so, you know how every year for the past year or so we have seen a blue flash of light coming from our window?"

You lie, "Yeah."

Elliot "Well I am trying to piece together these people that have come from this blue light."

"Do you know their names yet?"

Elliot "I've only gotten Allison and Diego so far." And then it clicked, those people your father is trying to figure out is Five's siblings. But before you could open your mouth to speak, there was a knock on the door. "I'll get that sweetie. How about you get yourself a cup of coffee, you look tired." Without hesitation, you agree and pour yourself a cup of coffee and take a sip as your dad opens up the door.

Elliot "What do you want?"

"Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group-" before the person could finish, your dad slams the door in his face. You burst out laughing, that is until the person comes into your house. But he did not open up the door to come inside, he blinked. Your father screamed out in fear of not knowing how the boy did what he just witnessed, but you knew exactly who the boy was. You panic and drop your coffee mug and it cracks on the floor.

The boy looks at you and makes direct eye contact.

"F-Five?" That is all he had to hear.

Five "Y/n?...Y/n!"

Elliot "..y-wait what?! How do you know this kid?!"

You both "Long story."

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ortizobsessed · 4 years

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Good Company

This one was requested by @oikwq!

Reader x Juice where you’re not American and you decide to teach Juice some words in your native language (in this case, Italian) but start to feel like you might be bothering him.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 2567

Masterlist

California. You knew there must be something special about it because people talked about it often enough, and you wanted to see it for yourself. You loved the small countryside town in Italy that you grew up in, but the warm California sun was calling your name. After lots of researching, your heart landed on Santa Maria, California. A short drive from LA, and right near the water.

You took your time getting settled. The first few months were spent getting to know the area and meeting new people. You also used this time to travel and explore before your roots started to grow. One of the first weeks you were there, you took a short trip to LA and San Diego for a weekend, so heading North this time was a logical decision.

Making your way through San Jose and San Francisco, you headed towards Sacramento. Along the way you made a stop in a small city. You weren’t sure if it was the name of the city, or the fact that the hotels were cheap, but you had a good feeling about this place. That city? Charming.

You made sure to wake up early, knowing you only had a few hours before you were supposed to check out of your hotel room, but you remembered seeing a local coffee shop across the street you that wanted to try. It was a seemingly random choice, until you saw him. A cutie with a huge smile, sitting at one of the tables along the front window. Your eyes locked with his, and you felt your heart start to race. Who was he?

“I can help who’s next!” The gleeful sound of the barista’s voice pulled your attention away from the mystery guy. The look on your face made it clear that you had been focused on something else, and as you stepped forward the young guy standing behind the counter flashed you a smile.

“Welcome! The name is Colby! What could I grab for you today?” His bubbly personality brought a smile to your face.

“Just a cappuccino, and a couple of those breakfast cookies!”

“You got it!” After pressing a couple buttons on the register, he told you your total. As you were digging through your change purse, Colby spoke up again, but in a slightly hushed tone, “He’s cute isn’t he?”

You blinked a couple times, not quite sure if you’d heard him right.

“The guy at the table over there,” he said as he motioned slightly with his chin, “that’s who you were checking out wasn’t it?”

Looking down at your hands for a second as you weighed your options, you decided to be honest and go with it. Making eye contact with him again, you confessed, “You caught me!” before letting out a light laugh. “I’ve just got a thing for bright smiles, you know?”

He winked at you knowingly. “He keeps looking over here, in case you were wondering.”

You felt your face flush, and you just looked at him not sure what to say next.

“His name is Juice. Well- it’s Juan, but everyone around here calls him Juice. And don’t let the kutte scare you off, he’s the sweetest guy you’ll ever meet.”

Trying to take some of the focus off of yourself, you suggested, “You seem to know a lot about him, maybe you should give it a shot!”

“Oh believe me honey, I have. I’m not quite his type,” he joked as he playfully ran his fingers along his impeccably trimmed facial hair.

“You on the other hand, you should most definitely go say hi. Especially with that cute little accent of yours, he’ll be head over heals in no time.”

Rolling your eyes and laughing, you handed him your money before attempting to brush off the situation once more, “It’s too early for this. I haven’t even had my coffee yet!”

Giving you a playful, yet understanding nod, Colby took your money and said, “Suit yourself!” before winking at you once again.

A few short minutes later, Colby was handing you your drink along with a small bag containing your cookies. His grip on the bag was firm for a couple more seconds as he leaned in slightly and whispered, “You-know-who is coming this way.”

Pulling the bag out of his hand, your eyes wide, you laughed lightly and purposely turned away from the counter with your back in Juice’s direction.

Taking the few steps around the side of the counter, you picked up the shaker labeled “cinnamon” and put a couple dashes on top of your cappuccino. As you turned around, you nearly bumped into someone and spilled your entire drink on them. Looking up, you realized that Colby wasn’t lying. There was Juice, and there was that smile again.

“Oh! So sorry. Clumsy me needs to watch where she’s going more often.”

As his smile grew even larger, he still hadn’t said anything in return. He reached past you to grab a couple sugar packets, and you caught a hint of the cologne he was wearing. He smelled SO GOOD.

“Not from around here?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“What gave it away?” you asked teasingly.

“Well, certainly not the accent!”

His response made you giggle.

“Juan,” he said as he brought his hand up, “but everyone just calls me Juice.”

Setting your drink on the counter, you extended your hand, all the while thinking, “Yeahhhh I already knew that,” but responding with,“Y/N. Nice to meet you!”

“Likewise!” After a small pause, your hand still in his, he asked, “So, any chance I might run into you again tomorrow morning?”

A million things were going through your mind. Stepping out of your comfort zone and meeting new people, making memories, that’s what you wanted to do on this trip. Heck, it was the whole reason you made the move to California in the first place. On top of that, you knew you only had a little over 2 hours until you had to be out of your hotel room. Would you be able to extend your stay there? You were just going to have to hope for the best because before you knew it you were replying with, “Yeah, for sure! That sounds great.”

As you felt your face flush once again, a small smile crept onto his face, as he nodded excitedly and finally let go of your hand.

“Okay,” he replied, his voice firm, but clearly thrilled.

“Okay,” you repeated through a smile.

“Okay then.” That was the last thing he said to you, before he turned around and walked back to his table, sugar packets in hand.

As you headed for the door, now on a mission to get back to your hotel and see if you could add on another night on to your stay, Colby caught your attention, “Guess I’ll be seeing you again tomorrow! Until then, beautiful lady!”

All you could do was laugh and shake your head.

It didn’t take long to sort everything out at the hotel front desk. Turns out not many people choose Charming as their vacation spot, so before you knew it you had 2 more nights added on. One for tonight, and an extra one, just for safe measure.

You spent most of your day wandering around the city, finding cute local shops who’s clothing was right up your alley, as well as a couple souvenir shops. Yes, Charming has souvenir shops. Though shopping gave you something to focus on for a little while, pretty much your entire day was spent thinking about Juice, and whether he was actually going to show tomorrow.

Sleeping that night wasn’t easy. Something about him made those butterflies come alive in your stomach, and you couldn’t wait to have a real conversation with him. Sometime during the night, sleep finally consumed you, and before you knew it you were waking up to the sound of your alarm.

Flipping through your clothes you found your favourite sundress and slipped it on. Giving yourself one last glance in the mirror, you took a deep breath and slowly breathed out. You felt your body relax ever so slightly, but those butterflies were still very much alive.

As you were walking across the street, you saw someone sitting on a motorcycle in front of the coffee shop, and it didn’t take long to figure out it was Juice; the tattoos on his head kind of gave him away. Seconds later he noticed you walking towards him and that smile of his melted your heart once again.

“There she is!” The excitement in his voice was obvious, and you couldn’t help but smile in return.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you replied playfully.

“Shall we?” he asked, swinging his leg from around his bike and standing up. As you got close to the door, he took a couple fast steps ahead of you and pulled the door open. “After you.” Motioning with his hand for you to step inside, you nodded your head in thanks and immediately locked eyes with Colby at the counter, who gave you a cheeky grin.

A few short minutes later you and Juice were sitting down at that same table by the window you saw him and some of the guys at the day before.

“So, is this ‘your table’?” you asked jokingly.

“As a matter of fact, it is. Colby has this booth reserved for me every morning from 8-10.” You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but a smile slowly crept onto his face and he broke, “Nah, I’m just kidding. I do like this table though, so if it’s free, it’s usually the one I grab.”

You laughed right along with him; you already really liked this goofy guy.

The conversation started out slow, neither one of you really knowing what to talk about, but once you found some common ground, there was no stopping you. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? You weren’t sure, but you didn’t care.

Every once in a while Colby would come by and ask if you guys needed anything else. At first you thought maybe it was something staff normally did here, but you slowly realized that no, he was just snooping; wanting to make sure things were going “smoothly” between you two. A self-proclaimed wing-man of sorts.

“So, this might be a stupid question...but I have to ask. Was it hard to learn English? I- I just mean- you speak it so well, and I’ve always imagined that learning a new language wouldn’t be easy!”

You couldn’t help but smile at how caring he was. He truly seemed interested in getting to know you. “Oh no, that’s not a stupid question at all!” you shook your head lightly as you answered, “It wasn’t too difficult. English is one of the most spoken languages in the world, so you’re exposed to it fairly often. And my parents were really good about making sure my siblings and I understood it.”

“They sound like smart people. You must miss them.” His words really hit home. You did miss them, but you knew this was where you wanted to be. It may have only been a couple months, but California was really starting to feel like a second home.

After a slight hesitation, and a deep breath to keep the tears at bay, you confessed, “I do- I do miss them. But they know I’m happy here. And technology is a great thing. Staying in touch is pretty easy nowadays!”

Juice nodded, he knew this all too well. After all, technology was kind of his thing.

Something told you that maybe it might be fun to try and teach him some words in Italian. You reached over and picked up the small plate that his breakfast sandwich had been sitting on.

“Piatto.”

He looked slightly confused for a second until he realized what you were doing. Trying to repeat after you, he stumbled a little bit, “P- pieddo?” He laughed lightly, “Is that what you said?”

A smile spread across your face as you repeated, “piatto.”

“Ahh okay okay, piatto?”

“Yeah! That’s it! Perfect!”

He repeated it a couple more times, and smiled wide once he felt like he had the hang of it.

You continued picking up the few items that were on the table, or pointing at things around the coffee shop and saying their name in Italian. Salt and pepper, “sale e pepe,” napkin, “tovagliolo,” sugar, “zucchero,” coffee mug, “tazza di caffe.” Each time, Juice would repeat what you had just said, sometimes taking a couple tries until it felt right.

A couple times you even tried saying words without pointing the objects out and getting him to guess what it might be. Clock, “Orologio,” plant, “pianta,” customer, “cliente.” Overall he did an amazing job, but you started to worry that maybe he wasn’t enjoying this as much as you were, so you decided to do one last one.

You pointed out the window at his motorcycle and said, “motociclo.”

Once again, he repeated what you said, “Motociclo.” That one he, not surprisingly, nailed on the first try.

You weren’t sure if you should continue, so you were silent for a few seconds, and Juice looked at you puzzled. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, I- I just, ah never mind, it’s stupid.”

“You can tell me!” His words seemed genuine, so you decided to let him know what you were thinking. “I just feel like this is maybe a little annoying. We can talk about something else if you want to! I don’t want to waste your time.”

As that smile slowly grew on his face once again, you got the feeling that what you were thinking had been completely wrong. Maybe he really was enjoying this; talking to you, learning your native language. “Oh hell no, are you kidding? This is great!”

His response surprised you, and a shy grin found a home on your face.

“Really?”

He paused, gazing at you with a caring and honest look in his eyes. “Yes, really.” The grin on your face turned into a full smile as you looked at your hands and your face flushed slightly. “Besides, I wouldn’t mind wasting my time on you.”

Your eyes slowly found their way to his, and you nodded your head slowly. “I’m enjoying myself, too. I wasn’t sure what to expect today, but you’re really good company.”

You could tell that your words were welcome to him. Truth be told, not a lot of people enjoyed his company, unless they needed something from him. So hearing someone admit that they enjoyed spending time with him was something he wasn’t going to let go of easily.

The two of you sat and talked for another couple hours, about anything and everything; truly enjoying spending time together.

You knew there was a reason you had waited to find a job in Santa Maria. You kept telling yourself it was because you wanted to find your footing first, make sure that this was really a smart movie, but now you knew what the actual reason was. Unbeknownst to you, and as much as you enjoyed the couple months you spent living there, it wasn’t where you were supposed to end up. Maybe Charming is where you were meant to be.

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Man Under the Makeup Pt. 8

Arthur Fleck/Joker x Female Reader series

Warnings- Cursing, NSFW, SMUT, losing virginity, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, still lots of fluff though, ages 18+

I got carried away, this ended up really long & detailed, sorry😭 Also, you don't necessarily have to read the previous parts for this one. Though it'd be greatly appreciated. Thanks!

You can find the other parts RIGHT HERE and through the “Man Under the Makeup” tag lovelies!💘

The afternoon sun cascades into your living room. Arthur sits peacefully beside you on the couch watching a program. Clear of the face paint, lounging in sweatpants and no shirt. Your bare legs rest over his, reading one of your books.

It's become a regular routine for Arthur to spend the nights with you. You insisted he stay in your apartment rather than the random places he would rest before. Having mentioned that he and selected members of his gang taken up refugee in a deserted warehouse at the edge of the city. A proper place for them to plan out jobs, plus store firearms and stolen goods. That's where he'd occasionally sleep.

Still, you preferred for him to be with you. Since he was over more often, you deemed it necessary to have men's clothes and toiletries. Some of which he brought on his own, and the one's you would get him. He's told you on many occasions that you didn't have to buy him anything. Feeling bad you had spent your hard earned money on him when he could so easily buy them, rather steal them, himself. Remembering one of those conversations quite vividly..

"Oh- doll," he examined the sweater you bought him, hands tracing over the soft fabric. "Did you buy this for me?" He can't help but feel guilty.

"Yes, I did," you giggled, "just for you. Do you like it?" A wince in your voice, hoping that he did. Sighing at the sight of his small, red frown. "Awe, what's wrong? Is it the wrong size, wrong color?" You question with a pout.

"No I, I love it. But I've told you, you don't have to buy me anything."

A quick peck on his painted cheek shuts him up. "I know, but I wanted to, baby. Don't worry your handsome face about it too much. Just please, enjoy it."

He appreciates the gesture very much. Knowing that you don't have to so these things for him, yet choose to do so, really fill his heart with happiness..

The program ended, transitioning into the next. One that you both weren't familiar or fond with. Arthur began rubbing light circles on your inner thigh. Losing interest in the television, he turns to face you. Gosh how gorgeous you looked when you were lost in a book. Blurring out the world around you, except for him. You smiled at his touch, curling into him more. Eyes never leaving the page. But now he wants you to give him full attention. Put the book down at look at me dammit!

Up for the challenge his touch intensifies, focus still on you, subtly trying to get you to bring yours on him.

Flipping the page, you continue reading unbothered. You know the game he's playing, you're purposely dragging it on. Teasing how far you two will go before seeing who breaks first. You, or him?

Surprise, it's him. Arthur lets out an annoyed sigh.

"Something wrong?" You ask still reading.

"Yes something is wrong," he moves your legs off him so he can creep up between them. "Something is very wrong." Rubbing his hand up your thigh. He lightly shoves the book down, going up for a needy kiss. You melt into his lips, closing the book. Placing it in a spot behind you. "You're not paying attention to me." He fake pouts.

"You were watching the movie, Arthur," you playfully protest.

"Well it's over now," he kisses you again.

"My book wasn't!"

He chuckles at that. "It is now, sorry babydoll!" He states between breaths. You begin massaging his scalp as the make out gets heated. His hand snakes up your hoodie to rest on your warm waist. He loves making out with you, finding it enjoyable. However, it's never gone past such. No one wanted to initiate the first move on going any further.

Of course, he's fantasized about you in a way plenty of times before. And he felt it was wrong and dirty to think of such a beautiful angel as yourself that way. But that didn't stop him from stroking himself at the thought of you when he was alone. Whimpering while he'd touch, tease, and jerk himself to you. Thinking of what your hands and mouth would feel like on him. Your bodies wrapped together in ecstasy as he entered you. The kind of sounds you would make. What do your moans sound like? Would you scream? How would you taste? He wanted to go down that path with you but he just couldn't dare to ask you. Well, that and another reason..

A knock on your door grabs yours and his attention. Arthur lets out a dissatisfied groan. "Mmph, who's that?"

"I'll check, stay here." You stand from the couch, walking toward the door. The hoodie reached down your thighs, so you felt no need in putting on pants. Looking through the peep hole, it's the apartment manager, Dave. "No threat, just the manager of the place."

Opening the door enough to fit through, you answer. "Dave! What a pleasure, how are you?"

Dave? Arthur thought as he sat on the couch.

"Hi y/n, I'm great. Nice to see you too." The man greets warmly, he holds out a small envelope. "I got that thing you asked for," he hands it to you, "just came by to drop it off."

"Ah, thank you!"

"No problem," he starts to walk away.

You call out with a wave, "say hi to the kids and missus for me!"

"Will do, take care." He responds down the hallway.

Locking the door, you turn to peak into the envelope. Smiling widely at what's inside. You've waited all week for this to arrive.

Arthur notices your joyed expression, "What is it?" He's curious as to what it is.

"Something," you reply strutting over to him, holding the envelope behind your back. Plopping down right beside him, you offer it to him.

"For me?" He asks puzzled.

"Yes," you answer in anticipation as he opens it. He pulls out a silver key.

"Is this..?" He trails off staring at the small item.

"It's a key to my apartment," you tell him. "See, I thought since you've been coming over, staying over often, that I'd get a second one just for you."

Tears well up in his smiling eyes. Overcome with exultant emotions right now, he contains a couple muffled laughs. This tiny silver piece in his hand that allows him entry into your safe zone. Understanding how serious this is, you must have given it a lot of thought. This was a huge deal to him, it shows you trust him enough to come in and out of your home.

Placing a soft kiss to his shoulder, you whisper, "my home is your home."

He wraps his arm around you snugly, kissing you adoringly. "You are my home. I love you so much y/n.. thank you for trusting me."

"I love you too." You assure him locking your lips back onto his. Leaning forward, you throw your legs over him- straddling him on the couch. Caressing his face in your hands, your tongues dance together. His hands move down your back, resting on your hips. The placement causing you to instinctively grind down, making him moan into your mouth.

Arthur tugs at the base of your hoodie, signaling he wants it off. You help him remove it, tossing it over your head. Left in just your bra and panties. He pauses momentarily to take in the sight, you take this time to remove your bra. Freeing your breasts, you guide his shy hands to them. He's mesmerized by you.

He gives them a soft squeeze, "can I?"

"Yes." You reply. He begins to massage them, rubbing his thumbs over your hardening nipples. "Mhmm," you sigh to his touch. He leans in, trailing kisses and sucking down along your neck and chest, reaching your breasts. Taking a nipple into his mouth. "That feels good".

Grinding onto him, you feel him harden underneath you. You grind a little harder this time, drawing sweet, pleasing moans from him. His grip moves from your hips to your ass, gently squeezing each cheek. Your hand slide down between your bodies. Reaching his hard, clothed sex, he twitches under your touch.

"Ahh, y/n.. fuckk. Doll?" He speaks through breaths.

"Yes?"

"There's something I need to tell you," he states coming to a stop.

Thinking you did something wrong, you ask, "what is it?"

His hands rest on your hips. He's trying to think of a way to tell you this, but he's finding it difficult- and quite embarrassing to admit. "I-I," he stutters unable to look you straight in the eye.

"Hey," you whisper getting him to finally look at you, "you can tell me anything."

"I figured, you know, before we went any further," he continues, "it's just I.. I've never been with another woman like this before. I've never done.. that." He throws his head back, ashamed to finally admit his secret- That he was a virgin. He, the terrifying Joker, has never once had sex.

This is why he was nervous about initiating having sex with you. Feeling like a pathetic loser whose lack of experience would turn you away from him. That you'd laugh at him.

But the expression on your face says otherwise. "Arthur, there is nothing wrong with that." You reassure him. "You don't have to be embarrassed, baby. I'd be more than happy to be your first.. I understand, if your not ready yet.." you lift to get off him but he holds you in place.

"No no, sweetheart. I'm ready." He responds, "I've been more than ready."

His desperate plea sends a tingle down your spine. The sheer thought of being his first excited you deeply. "Oh honey, then allow me to take good care of you." He nods eagerly. Moving off, you take his hand. Leading him to the bedroom. You were going to make sure this was extra special for him. After all he deserves it and soo much more.

Once in your room, you have him sit down at the edge of the bed. He's clearly nervous, knee bobbing up and down uncontrollably. Struggling to contain a few laughs. Bending before him, you kiss his temple in attempt to calm his nerves. It helps. You tell him softly, "just relax, and don't worry. If anything becomes too much, just say the word and I'll stop, okay?"

"Okay."

With that, you trail kisses down his jaw, neck, and chest. It's such a delicious torture, but you have to take it slow and gentle since this is his first time. You don't want to overwhelm him. Settling down on your knees between his legs. Running your hands sensually up and down his thin thighs. He'll occasionally feel self-conscious about his body and appearance. All of that was gone in this moment. You truly appreciate and love every part of his body. Tugging at the waistband of his pants, you look up for confirmation, which he gives. You tug down both his underwear and pants- releasing his cock. It's long and thick with arousal. Arthur was packing! Precum leaking from the tip. The sight of it makes your mouth water.

"Ohh baby," you coo, "shame on you for keeping your huge, delicious dick hidden from me for so long."

The crude comment earns a groan from him. Who knew his sweet little y/n could talk so.. dirty? He's never heard you talk in such a way before and he'd be lying if he said he didn't love it.

Gripping the base, you pump him at a slow pace. Working a way right below his head, moving faster. He grips the bed tightly. Your soft hands feel so fucking good around him.

"Do you like that baby?"

"Yes.." he hisses. You place a kiss on his head. This causes him to shiver with anticipation. Licking along the underside of his length, you take his head into your mouth. Rolling your tongue over his tip, licking his precum clean off. The taste a bit bitter, but you didn't mind at all. You loved everything he had to offer. "Oh fuuck-" he moans. The new feeling of your mouth wrapped around his cock had him moaning. So warm, so wet.

You begin taking more and more of him into your mouth. The mix of your saliva and his precum coating his cock. Alternating between licking and sucking, taking what ever doesn't fit in your mouth into your hand, stroking.

Arthur looks at you with so much awe. The sight of his dick in your mouth is just as good as the heavenly feeling of it. He can't get enough of it. Reaching out he tucks a lock of hair that stuck to your face behind your ear. Caressing your chin lovingly. Damn, you swear you could've cum by the pleading look in his eyes alone. Using your free hand, you guide his to your hair. Signaling it was more than okay for him to touch you as he so desperately wanted. His fingers rub your bobbing head. When you sucked a little too hard, he bucked his hips forward. Causing you to gag on his cock.

"Oh shit!" Wide eyed, he pulls out of your mouth, " I didn't mean to, are you okay?"

You giggle in response, "yes, I'm fine." Taking him back in your mouth. Moving faster this time, using one of your hands to play with his balls.

The sensation starts becoming too much for him. He's panting uncontrollably, you know he's close. So you stop completely before he has the chance to reach that point. He whines at the sensitivity of not being able to release. "I don't want you finishing on me yet baby," you tell him.

He nods, "Y-you're right, I haven't had the chance to taste you yet."

"Huh?" You say confusingly standing up. He glances down at your clothed sex, and you know what he referring to.

"I might not be good at it," he says sweetly, "but I want to try. I want to make you feel good." He's so eager to please you, it's evident in his eyes. You've provided him great pleasure, he desperately wants to return the favor.

"Are you sure Arthur? I don't want you to feel pressured in- Ahhh!" Your words cut off as he rubs your pussy through the thin fabric. Slick with arousal for him.

"I'm sure," he acknowledges placing a delicate kiss to your hipbone. "Let me make you feel good."

"Alright," you nod laying down on the bed. Scooting all the way back to the pillows. You lay back, opening your legs for him.

He takes a moment to admire you, how stunning you are sprawled before him. A gorgeous goddess you were, opening up your lovely gates, giving him your entirety. It made him feel loved. Also, that pleading look in your eyes made that more dominant Joker side in him want to snap and go wild on you. But, he decided it was best not to. Not for his first time- and especially not for both of your first times doing this together. He wants this one to be special.

He crawls up in between. Kissing you passionately on the mouth as he rubs you teasingly through your now soaking panties. He smiles proudly into the kiss, that it's because of him you're this worked up. And he hasn't even done anything to you yet. He just hopes he doesn't mess this up by doing something wrong.

He starts trailing down your body, kissing and lightly sucking at your skin. Never breaking eye contact with you. Once he reaches your panties, he hooks his fingers on the thin strip. "Can I take these off?"

"Yes," you sigh. Such a gentleman asking for permission. It only made you tremble more for him.

He slides them all the way down and off your legs, placing them carefully off to the side. However, his eyes fill with more desire than ever once he finally sees your pussy for the first time. So beautiful, so wet, heated, and all for him.

Hooking his arms around your thighs, he spreads you wider open. He kisses up your inner thigh a couple times before licking a long, painfully slow strip up your heated core. You let out a loud moan in response to his hot tongue. He wastes no more time, latching his entire mouth onto your pussy to lick you greedily. "Oh Arthur, go just a little lower baby," you guide him exactly where you want him. "Yeah, yeah, fuck.. right there." You praise him. His nose pressed into your clit adds extra sensation. You can't help but to start grinding on it for more friction. Rolling your hips to meet his tongue strokes.

He pulls up licking his lips, "you taste so fucking good, darling." Placing his mouth back onto you, he decides to give your clit attention. Alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking the sweet bundle of nerves. His soft curls falling into his face, you push them back. Taking a handful of his locks, massaging and lightly tugging. Each tug has him moaning into you, sending vibrations through your pussy.

Arthur loves exploring all of the things that please you. Taking a mental note of what you like most. He decides to experiment some more. He moves a finger to your entrance, gathering the mix of your juices and his saliva. Then he pushes the digit into you. The sudden intrusion makes you grip the pillow above you, letting out a cry. Thinking he's hurt you, Arthur slowly pulls his finger out. "Y/n! I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" Concern fills his face.

"No baby, no," you pant, trying your hardest to explain that wasn't a cry of pain. "I'm fine. I liked that. Keep doing it."

He complies, inserting his finger into you. Pumping it in and out, curling it upwards a few times. The sight of you squirming around uncontrollably makes his cock twitch.

"More, please," you plead and he adds another finger. You feel the knot quickly building up in your stomach, "Don't stop! Don't stop!" You cry out to him. Sensing you're getting close, he brings his mouth back to your clit. Moving his hand faster, trying his hardest to get you to release. "A-Arthur! Ahhh! I'm gonna cum! Oh f-fuck I'm gonna cum!" After a few more of his finger strokes, you explode. Cumming all over his hand and mouth, moaning his name in the cry of your wonderful ecstasy.

He licks up all the sweetness you had to offer him, pumping in you a few more times before removing his fingers. Licking them clean. You whimper at the sight of his gorgeous face, glistening with your juices.

You tug him up, kissing him greedily. Tasting the remainder of yourself off his lips and tongue. His cock, still rock hard, presses into your abdomen, he starts grinding his hips into you. He's ready. Ready to be inside you. You know it from the dark look in his green eyes. "Arthur-" you whimper rolling your dripping entrance across his length. "Please, I want to feel you inside of me."

He takes ahold of his cock, pumping it a few times before lining up with your waiting entrance. But before he pushes in, he remembers, "wait, y/n, should we use a condom?"

You look at him with adoration in your eyes- and a bit of guilt that you didn't think to offer him that option. Being caught in the moment you simply forgot. "Shit, my bad," you laugh, "it didn't cross my mind since I'm on birth control. But, if you want, we can use one."

"No, I mean," he replies, "I just thought I'd ask, but since you're on birth control, then we're good, right?"

"Yes," you acknowledge, "now are you going to fuck me or not?" You raise a brow at him.

"What? No." He sneers making you frown with confusion. "I'm going to make love to you," he continues on. He presses his head in between your folds, coating himself with your slickness. He pushes in slowly, hissing through gritted teeth at the tight feeling. "Shit.. ohh fuuck.." He watches your pussy take him in fully. Pausing to allow you to adjust to his size and gather himself together. Gripping your hips, he starts to move, pulling out and pushing into you slowly. After a few strokes he picks up the pace. "You feel soo good.. Ahh!" He cries out. At first, his thrusts were sloppy and out of rhythm. He's even slipped out of you a couple times, but you both just laughed it off and got back to it. He adores your patience with him.

He's found a rhythm, a pace you both start to really enjoy. The room fills with the sounds of your mixed moans and whimpers. His arms at both sides of our head, keeping him steady. You're holding onto him, whispering praises of encouragement in his ear. Knowing you needed this just as badly as he did. "Yes, yes, don't, stop.." Running your tongue along his lobe and gently nibbling it. He gasps to your touch, throwing his head into the crook of your neck. You can tell he's close. His thrusts grow faster and harder, bringing you close to your own. "Arthur, I'm close," you sigh tears prickling your eyes.

"Me too," he groans.

"C-cum in me baby, please. I want you to cum in me- oh!" Your walls contract around his cock as your orgasm hits you. "Fuuck!" You call out in your rapturous high. Loud enough that surely the neighbors heard your shameless screams.

"I-I'm gonna cum- I'm gonna cum!" He came with one final thrust, burying himself deep. His handsome cry shattering the room as he fills you with his warm seed. Pulling out of you, the mixture of his and your cum and drip out of your pussy onto the soaked up sheets below.

Breath heaving, he collapses next to you. You both wrap an arm around one another, silently coming down from your highs. "That.. was amazing. You are amazing." He speaks, a wide smile plastered across his face.

"Oh baby, you're just as wonderful yourself," you reply tracing small circles on his chest.

Turning to you, he places affectionate pecks on your forehead before kissing you deeply. "I love you so much, you know that?" he whispers in your ear.

"Mm, I love you too." You reply fondly.

"Well, I suppose we should clean ourselves up. I'll go start the shower." He carefully stands up, heading into the bathroom. You hear the water come on. He walks out and over to your side of the bed, taking in how exhausted you appear. For his first time, he sure did satisfy you. And there was no question, that you did for him. He holds out a hand for you, "Need some help?" You laugh at the sight of his smug face. "You took care of me. Now, let me take care of you?"

Smiling sheepishly, you take his hand and join your sweet love in the shower~

That was the end of part 8 and the series! I hope you liked it😁 I will write more "Arthur Fleck/Joker x Female Reader" material in the future. Some of them possibly pertaining to- taking place- after this series!😌💞

#Man Under the Makeup #joker #joker 2019 #arthur fleck #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck x y/n #arthur fleck x female reader #joker x reader #joker x y/n

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rosepetals-flyingbirds · 5 years

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Freedom.

With: Sigurd Snake In The Eye x Reader.

Word Count: 2,1K.

When Sigurd left his previous home -the great hall-, his intentions were solely to have peace, Lagertha took her throne back and Sigurd accepted her peace offer.

But even with that, he couldn’t sleep in the same place she does now.

A small house near a lake was enough for the young prince. Sigurd has born in riches but he didn’t make such a fuss about it.

The place was quiet enough, mostly young couples with a higher way of life or honored families by the Earl.

A singular couple, the man and woman residing straight next to his home, were the first to introduce themselves to him.

Sigurd had to accept, the couple was somewhat unpaired. The man spoke stiffly with doubtful words, while the woman was completely gorgeous.

Her smile was entirely poisonous, and each word was smart and sounded important.

Sigurd became interested in his neighbors.

Over the season that he lived there, the neighbors have become closer, almost to the point of friendship. The couple would invite him for dinner nearly twice a week, and Y/N would prepare the tastiest meals, while her husband sat and cleaned his fishing materials.

Sigurd had come to learn that Y/N’s family was quite prosperous, and when she married, Hródolf had gained command of her supplies, buying a home and making sure that the golds and silver were emptied just enough so that she fully depended on him.

Regrettably for her, the way she was raised -being a child of a strong warrior with uncountable riches while alive- had left her with no work abilities, besides planting.

It had to be her enthusiasm in her lonesome childhood, her nanny back in the day loved planting and taught Y/N pretty much everything. And even if cold Kattegat was, the plants seemed to blossom gorgeously under Y/N’s sweet touch.

Sigurd and Hródolf had a sort of deal. Sigurd loved to hunt and to spend some time alone in his family’s cabin, sometimes he would visit his brothers but he grew used to be alone. So Hródolf would give the prince some fishes and Sigurd would bring some meat for Y/N prepare meals with.

…

After a day with his brothers, Sigurd was finally coming home, it was late at night. He was almost opening his door when he heard a loud crash. His eyes shot to his surroundings, trying to find the noise, which was accompanied by a man’s roar. The words were incomprehensible but Sigurd knew the man might be angry.

When he listened to a higher feminine voice he understood that it must be his neighbors. He entered his home, mind at rest as he prepared a bath for himself.

After bathing for bed, he finally met his deserved sleep.

The next morning, he took a piece of bread from the table and left to meet Ubbe on the shore. The place was quiet and Sigurd didn’t see Hródolf’s small boat, he glanced around and found it weird.

Chewing his last slice of bread he went to Y/N’s door and knocked twice. When she opened Sigurd took a genuine look at her.

A long -cheap- sleeved dress hid her appearance from his eyes, but what took the young prince’s attention was the huge purplish circle under her left eye and her red neck.

He grew instantly troubled.

“What happened to you, Y/N? Was it Hródolf?” Sigurd asked, interest carved into his normally hard highlights. Y/N’s delicate voice interfered him, a little smile on her damaged face.

“Don’t worry, I fell in the docks yesterday, a boat was near and I hit my eye.” She said, voice tied with fear. “Hródolf separated your fishes, prince. Will you take them now? I can clean if you want…”

Sigurd was gazing her form and even forgot about the stupid fishes. Out of instinct, he touched her arm in an attempt to see the further damage, when she whimpered at the touch he grabbed the hem of the sleeve and tried to lift only to be met with her hand stopping him.

But as a prince he had somewhat a power over her, shaking his head slightly she retrieved her touch and Sigurd took the sleeve up until her elbow, and just as he expected: Purples marks as well.

It wasn’t his business, but he couldn’t allow that sort of behavior. “Has he done that before?”

Y/N kept silent, crossing her arms and looking at her feet. “It is my fault.”

“Don’t you dare to say that.”

“But it’s! I was stupid, I fell in love with him, I was young and an orphan, he used his charm and I was a fool to believe in his love!” She said with glassy eyes staring at him, almost touching his soul.

Sigurd was heartbroken to hear such a thing, even more, to see that she believed it was her fault that the fucker didn’t appreciate the amazing woman he had. “And now I don’t have any riches left, everything I had he used. I ran away once, but has no work for me… and is better to live in that way than becoming a whore.”

Silence overtook the place, Sigurd tried to find a way to save her. Of course he had an interest in her, but how could he steal a woman from her house? Yes, he was a prince but it would screw all of his peaceful scenarios.

Letting a sigh he shook his head. “Fuck that.” He mumbled under his breath, Y/N was taken aback by the answer. “I’ll have a nice chat with him, and then I’ll take you out of here.”

Y/N bit her tongue, he would “save” her only to have her until he grew tired and start to treat her like an animal.

She knew very well what men did. She learned it in the hard way.

“With all due respect, my prince, I don’t want to leave my house which was bought with my gold only to go to another man’s bed.”

“This isn’t what I have in mind, even if I consider you the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and the fact that seeing you in pain makes me want to kill that bastard.” He took a deep breath. “I wouldn’t force you in marriage or take you away without your consent. You said you don’t have work abilities but I have a perfect purpose for you.” He stated and Y/N was confused, what she could do?

…

Lagertha said she didn’t have any bitterness nor problem against the sons of Ragnar. And Sigurd being the calmer one asked for a favor, he explained Y/N’s situation and how great she was with flowers, and how some vegetables grew perfectly under her touch.

Lagertha knew how women were treated and agreed to have her, not as a slave, but as a worker. So Lagertha told Sigurd about a farm she has a few miles from the great hall and that Y/N could live with the old couple who took care of the place.

When Sigurd told Y/N, she was amazed and hugged him tightly. Not only she could get freed from her terrible husband, but she could earn her own independence.

But then, she grew worried. “He’ll kill me.”

“Don’t you bother about that, I told Lagertha what he did and she hates violence against women.” Y/N nodded, after all, Lagertha was a shieldmaiden and ruled by herself. “So if you want, she will cast him out or kill him. It is your decision.”

Y/N looked around her house and unconsciously held her necklace, Mjölnir in her hand and a praise being sent to Thor…

(…) She had prayed for him so many times, and Y/N knew that Hródolf would find and kill her… was him or her. “I want her to kill him.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll kill him myself.”

Sigurd took Y/N to the farm Lagertha has mentioned, Hródolf was still in the sea on his fishing, so the process of taking Y/N away was easier.

When the man got back to find his house empty he started to yell her name… along with some profanities.

Sigurd left his house with a sword. “She is not there.”

“What do you mean she isn’t here? Where is she?” He asked angrily, completely forgetting he was addressing to a prince.

Darting his eyes to Sigurd’s residence Hródolf shook his head. “Is she there? That whore opened her legs for you?” He took large steps near Sigurd.

The prince with a snake in the eye didn’t seem disturbed, and it irritated Hródolf profoundly.

The man tried to punch Sigurd who dodged in time and kicked Hródolf’s arse making him fell on the floor. “You know, when I first saw her I got mesmerized. So beautiful, so smart, so… delicate. Yet, married with a pig like you.”

Hródolf grunted and tried to get on his feet but Sigurd inserted his sword on the man’s leg making him scream. “Only cowards hurt women! But you’re not only a coward but a thief as well.” Splitting the man’s skin open, he looked the blood falling in the sand. “Stole her money and everything her father had achieved.”

Sigurd stabbed the other leg making another scream mix between the tranquil place’s sound.

Hródolf looked at his legs before glancing at the man. “You think you’re a hero?!” He started to laugh. “You’re a damned prince! Born in all the riches, had everything you could want, all the women.”

“You’re right, but I would never lay a finger on them.” He stated and kicked the man’s face, he wanted him to feel what Y/N felt, maybe even more. “But enough, I’m tired of you already. Y/N will live the life she deserves and you’ll die as the coward you’re.” Sigurd touched the tip of his shining sword in the man’s chest, blood running down his nose due to the kick, and his legs’ skin split open.

Hródolf was crying and begged for mercy, but Sigurd could only see Y/N’s glassy eyes and the injuries on her body. Sigurd retrieved for a second sensing a stab in the heart would be too merciful.

Placing his sword on its holster Hródolf started to thank the prince, who smirked at his stupidity.

Sigurd walked to Hródolf’s boat and grabbed some rope, walking back to the spot he saw blood in the sand and Hródolf’s weak efforts of crawling out of the scene.

Sigurd pulled the man’s leg and intertwined the rope around it, the yells were already irritating him, but it was a good plan -almost Ivar’s plan, he thought-, he did the same process around the man’s torso and dragged Hródolf’s body until the end of the sand when it met the ocean, letting him laying in the cold sand.

With each wave coming Hródolf was covered in salty water, the salt would burn his wounds but he wouldn’t die as fast, which was what Siggurd wanted.

He wanted Hródolf to suffer for everything he did sweet Y/N go through.

As the water came and went he coughed and tried to crawl back, which was impossible since his legs and arms were tightly convoluted with ropes. And with the salty water burning his wounds, the man was agonizing.

Sigurd was proud of his plan, he grabbed an apple inside his home and sat warm in his furs watching the suffering of the man who dared to hurt Y/N.

…

Days passed and Sigurd stood living in his house alone, forthwith no longer neighbors. It was somehow lonely, he and Y/N weren’t much close but he used to have dinner with her and her -now dead- excuse of a husband.

His routine stood variously as always, sometimes he would hunt, other times meet his brothers, even a few travels here and there.

The young prince was grateful to Lagertha for helping Y/N, and he visited her sometimes, she was… brighter. Happier.

And he loved to see it.

Y/N was grateful to Sigurd, he helped her so much and she knows she would never be able to thank him enough.

…

A few years passed and along the years Sig visited Y/N almost four times per month, she taught him how to plant and a strong friendship developed.

Sigurd's feelings weren’t wrong when he first saw Y/N, the vision of such a pretty woman in front of him, and the feeling of confusion when he witnessed the pig she was married with.

But now she was freed, she was no longer being possessed and without any sort of metal with her. The plantations grew more prosperous and Lagertha was happy since her people were well fed.

Sigurd surprisingly found joy planting with her, and Y/N actually said he was good with it.

A few time further, Y/N was in love with the man. She thought she was at first, but was too afraid to let someone in after the entire Hródolf past.

But Sigurd wasn’t a bad man, no, he was a good one.

Sigurd found his luck then, he would raid when required but he married Y/N and both moved to a beautiful wood house near the former one she was living with the old couple.

It was hers! And in that way, she could have her privacy with her loving husband and keep with her job, her choice, since Sigurd would give her the whole world if she asked him to.

Even being a daughter of a great Viking warrior, she never thought she could marry a prince, but life has its plans.

…

#sigurd x reader #sigurd snake in the eye x reader

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polygamyff · 4 years

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24. Part 6

This is so stressful it’s just turned out to be us vs them and I don’t want that, as I knew Marquis is just causing havoc that I do not want to be apart of. Shawn refuses to let him in this room and I am glad, I don’t want to know. Even Maurice’ mom tried it, she cried but I don’t want to know right now “mom, I want Reign to go back home. I will have to come back with you” rubbing my eyes, I am so tired “I know she won’t feed from the bottle now, so I will come. Just wait for Jay” I think Reign is feeling it, she knows things are wrong but I don’t want my daughter getting ill “that is fine but that is Maurice family? His father keeps looking at us” my mom said “it’s because they want to come in this room” seeing Jay walking by the family, he is huge and I can see him from here. I got up from the seat “I need to check on what is happening with Maurice, wait here” walking over to Jay “you good bro? I came as soon as she called, he is in hospital?” Jay said in shock to Shawn “yes he is, I need to see someone. Please walk with me” walking by Jay, I have been dying to leave the room. Marquis and I locked eyes, no words was spoken but from the look alone he is hating me “what happened to him? He is ok when I last saw him” Jay said behind me as we walked, I will have to explain after to him “Rachel, hi. It’s been an hour, what is happening?” I need more information “erm, I will check the computer. Nothing has come up of anything, I would say he is stable, did you manage to see him?” sighing out heavily “I did yes, but I need to know what is next. I know he is lacking in oxygen, are they doing the transfusion?” I need to know what is happening “excuse me, can you wait?” hearing Jay say behind me, looking behind me and then I see Marquis “my son, that is my son. I want to know, Joy please. Just wait there” god help me “they are starting the transfusion now, someone will be over, so just remain in the room” I just want Maurice better “ok, thank you Rachel” Rachel just stared behind me “look sir, I don’t care. Just back away” walking off quickly, I don’t wish to speak to any of them.

Jay stood right in front of me as I deal with Reign “you really not happy are you? It’s ok baby, we going home. I just need to know what is happening with your father” Reign gave me a questioning look and then she farted on me “thank you, I love you too. I need you to be strong for me too” placing her pacifier in her mouth “my baby girl” placing my daughter over my shoulder “Robyn?” some guy said my name “Robz” Damon’ voice “one moment” I am right in the corner, nobody can see me because of Jay “mom place the blanket over Reign” nobody has the pleasure of seeing my baby girl, my mom lightly placed the blanket over Reign, giving her enough gap so she can get air “yes I am here” walking around Jay “I am his mother, please! I need to know about my son” Joy and Marquis both barged in “Wade, earn your keep nigga” Shawn said, Wade woke his ass up and got up “keep your fucking mouth shut Wade!” Marquis shouted “look! We are not here for the feud, we want to speak to the next of kin” the room fell awfully silent “and who is that?” Joy said “according to the paperwork it’s Robyn” the doctor said “look, Marquis. Your son has given Robyn the power, I can only go on what he has given. But he has given you power back to you with your hotels that you gave him, that is what happens” Wade said “I don’t want the hotels! I want my son, he is my boy! He has a wife” Marquis said through gritted teeth “why has he given me the hotels back?” Marquis asked Wade “if he does die, he said he has other business ventures his daughter can have” I don’t want to do this right now “those new hotels, the ones that are truly his. I see what he has done” I am trying to be calm “look! I want to know about Maurice, screw your business” I spat, I didn’t want to shout but I have “thank you so he is going through the transfusion and his body is accepting of it, we just need to get the bad blood out. We will monitor him, but he is doing fine” Reign started to cry in my ear “thank you” I said turning around, that is all I want to know.

I need to get my daughter home, I need to settle her and feed her. I will have to leave my heart here while I do this “I am going Shawn, I need to see to my daughter. Please call me if anything, as soon as she is ok I will be back” my dad picked up the car seat, I placed a blanket over the seat so nobody can see her, nobody in that family does “Mom, dad I want you both to stay at the home with her. I will be ok, dad walk ahead of me please” I am so tired so I may fall asleep but I am scared, if I sleep and Maurice is there in my dreams I will probably just die in my sleep. Walking out of the room, it is so awkward doing this. I have their grandchild who I refuse to let see, his parents know but the rest don’t. I do see the worry on their face unlike the rest I don’t know but oh well, glaring over at Kellen being here. What even is his purpose coming, he started so much shit. My mom placed her arm around me as he walked by his family, it’s just so weird how his family work. Walking out of the hospital, I felt like I was in the twilight zone as a few more people in suits walked by me “wonder if this is the end of him?” looking behind me, glaring at the men not knowing if they was speaking about my man or not.

My daughter is drinking me alive, she is loving it. I am just in bed, snuggling Reign to calm her down. She is happy “you just wanted to be home, was you feeling the bad vibes? Because I was” lightly touching the side of her face, she is closing her eyes which is good but I did that and she did wake up once I took her off the nipple. Let’s try this again, I need to burp her though. Lifting Reign up, her head resting on my hand as I pulled my top down “it’s just me” my mom said before walking in, lightly rubbing her back “is she resting well now?” nodding my head “I think she was wanting some snuggles from mommy, she was farting on me at the hospital. She kept giving me concentration face before she farted, nasty ass” my mom smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed “I adore her so much, I honestly keep staring at her like she is real, my beautiful grandbaby” smiling down at Reign “shall we try the baby crib? You can pump then” sighing out “do I have too? My boobs need a rest, maybe the left side I could” a little bit of milk drool fell from her lips.

My eyes shot open “Robyn, you fell asleep pumping” my mom’ hand on my shoulder “oh god, I must have got comfy doing this. Is Reign asleep still?” I asked, my mom nodded her head “I was thinking” thank god my mom stopped the pump, my poor boobs “yes mom” reaching under my top to take off the pump from my breast “was thinking of taking Reign home with us, I just feel like I can take care of her more better. The home is smaller, I am scared I won’t hear her” that felt so good to come off my breast “oh, well mom. That is fine, you can take her, I trust you. Just take what you need with you, I understand” my mom breathed out “I am so glad, I just worry a lot. I think I will be better at our home, she means the world to me so she will be safe” smiling at my mom “it’s ok, Maurice and I both trust you. I just can’t wait to bring him home, I want my husband home” my mom sighed out smiling “I just worry, I don’t want you to be bullied by them people. His family are very rude, I don’t like it” nodding my head “well I don’t have Reign to worry about so I will show them who is boss, I know some of those people are there to see him die. I won’t let that happen” my daughter is safe here so I can just be me and show them who is boss, I won’t be abrupt with them unless they start.

Just wearing Maurice’ oversized hoodie, a bit of red lipstick, some shades. I took some clothing for Maurice because I will be bringing my man back with me, he is coming home with me “Jay” I shouted him, staring down at the keys to Maurice’ cars “yes?” he picked up Maurice’ bag from the floor “you can drive any car right?” I asked him “yes of course, any car I can drive. I am always insured for that” picking out the Rolls Royce keys “good, you’re driving me” holding the key out “oh, what if he don’t want that?” I shrugged “I am here so what can he say” Jay took the key from me “mom, have you taken everything you need” my dad placed Reign on the floor near the door, I know she is sick of that car seat “I have baby yes, we do have a baby crib at the home do don’t worry” crouching down to my baby “everytime I see you, you’re always all awake and staring at me like mom where are you going. The two Ts are going to spoil you so much, then mommy and daddy are going to give you so much love. I need you to be a good girl ok? I miss you” pressing a kiss to her forehead “I miss you already, you mean so much to me” I am sad that she will be away from me, I want her to always be close and I can’t have her close and that hurts.

Sitting in the back of the Rolls Royce, not anyone’s Rolls Royce’ but my man’ Rolls Royce. I just want him back with me, this is killing me inside. I know him and I know he would hate for me to be near that side of his family, I am going to put on my big girl’ panties on and face them. My daughter is safe at home so I can do what I need to do now, I just worry about her and Nalah is right. Why have Reign here, she is not safe just being here at the hospital. Jay opened the car door for me “so this staff parking you just used?” I bought my work pass, I will be using this for my own benefit now “yes, least we space close to the building too. I work here so why not use the perks” Jay laughed “you crazy, I will get the bag for you” fixing my bag on my arm “you know, the people in this hospital want Maurice dead. I don’t know if I can contain myself in the proper manner, the bad vibes in this place is getting to me” Jay walked ahead of me and looked behind at me “not surprising at all, he is high profile. Like random people outside this place, paparazzi. Like in my place of work, you see it all” Jay and I walked slowly towards the entrance “what do you mean?” I questioned “like, those people there. Just stood around, I know for a fact they won’t be regular people, they will have an agenda” I wouldn’t think that at all.

Walking behind Jay as we entered “excuse me, aren’t you Robyn?” I stopped abruptly staring at this guy, a few other people started to gather near me “Robyn Willis? Haven’t you given birth to the heir to the Davenport empire?” my face dropped staring at this man knowing my life “is it true? You have had his child, you are Maurice’ secret lover” Jay pushed the guy out of the way “move! Come, Robyn” Jay got in my view, how do they know me. Who are these people “Robyn, come” turning around putting my head down in shock “I told you, I know them. I have seem them before, they are from blogs and newspaper” shaking my head in shock “how do they know me!?” I spat, Jay stopped walking “someone must have leaked something, I am not sure. Just forget it for now, the main thing is Maurice. We need to see him” I don’t want to be exposed like this, my life.

I do find it hard seeing Maurice’ mom, it’s like she wants to speak to me but I won’t allow it. My eyes fell on the very group of men that was speaking bad on my man, saying if this would kill him off. Glaring at them like they are dirt “Robyn” Damon rushed over to me “let’s speak in the room” I said to him “I have finished now, but I stayed behind to wait on you” placing my bag on the chair, Damon closed the door “Maurice is on his second bag of blood but we had to delay it a little, we had to give him fluids through the IV to prevent the blood pressure from falling too low. The fluids will also help his kidneys get rid of donor red blood cells that his immune system has destroyed. His body seems to want to destroy them but it’s going well, it’s not bad at all” opening my bag “so he is on a drip? Is he breathing on his own?” grabbing my pass “he is, he’s not on a machine at all. He’s not woke up though, but we are watching him every fifteen minutes. Because he has had a transfusion before his body is just fighting it, but we will get there” nodding my head “thank you, walk me to the room Jay. Stay here” I just want to see him.

Placing my badge around my neck, I mean I am not in my uniform but still. I could say it’s an emergency, what can they say “I am going now Robyn, I have already worked twelve hours so I am tired” smiling at Damon “thank you, I do appreciate everything you have done. You didn’t have too and also you could have got in trouble for it. Thank you” Damon waved me off “it’s fine, and I am praying for him. He will be fine” waving at Damon “thank you” pulling the curtain shut a little, I am so glad to see the breathing machine gone but then there is the blood transfusion “Maurice, can you please get your body in gear. I know it’s hard, me and Reign need you and the doctors are fighting to keep you here. You really fucked up with this one” he must be going through pain “hello?” this female moved the curtain back “hi” I am not about to argue, I will cuss her out “I am looking after him throughout the night” she pointed at my badge “erm yeah, I work here. Not my department” she let out an oh “I am Sara” she introduced herself “Robyn, this is actually my partner. I was told to not come, I shouldn’t get in the way but how can I not” Sara pointed at me “I read in the notes, yes I did. You was the one to perform CPR on him? You saved his whole life, oh wow. Ok, well I understand. Just because we have many intensive care people here, we can’t do visitors, it gets stressful. We erm, well it was decided to keep Maurice asleep and not aggravate him to wake up, the fear of him waking up in pain, his body rejecting the blood is never easy. It’s not rejected all of the blood so we are clearing out the cells it killed off. He’s had a transfusion before, it gets difficult every time, we are working on a plan for him when he comes back around, he can’t be like this again. It’s painful for him but also not good for him, I am positive he will be fine, and I can promise you we are taking care of him” you know how good it is to hear such words “I don’t think I will ever forget the moment I had to do that, we just took our daughter home. I am on leave and we just took her home, so it’s pretty stressful” Sara smiled at me “you are very strong, I will leave you to him but just don’t stay here” nodding my head understanding why.

Touching Maurice’ hand “you hear that? You’re going to be ok, I can’t wait to see you awake. So then I can officially be angry with you, my heart can’t rest with you like this so I can’t be angry. Don’t ever invade my dreams like that again, god. You got me all the way fucked up with that, you was dying on me. You ain’t leaving me to this, I am not dealing with your family like this. So you got to wake up, I need to be angry with you” he looks so peaceful my baby, he is looking better so the blood has to be working with him “Reign is missing you, she is rather the diva already. My parents have taken her to their house, I wonder how she will be with them. My parents find our home too big but Reign is wanting her dad, she loves her snuggles. I know she is missing you teaching her Spanish, she knows something is wrong, my daughter is feeling it. I just want us to go home with our baby” that is all I want, I just want to close the doors and spend time with my family.

Slowly walking the lobby to go back into the waiting room, I had to laugh because Kellen is here and I don’t get why “so the purpose of is because?” I am ready to attack somebody so Kellen can be the first “he is my cousin, he near blinded me but we family” I snorted laughing “he didn’t hurt you hard enough if you can still see, you all here for one reason and we all know why, fuck you Kellen. You know you and that raggedy bitch got all the shit to come, this is why you are where you are, second place and you hate that. As soon as your bitch found out you was not the main man she didn’t want to know, heard she was already riding someone else’s big dick cause you and I both know you wasn’t performing well, Tiffany sent me that shit, that is how little! You meant to her, and this how little! You mean to me and my family. And next time you want to try and come between me and my family don’t fucking forget who the fuck will handle the money you use! It will be me, you all can stand here and wait for him to die but the last thing I will do is let any of you get any justice out of it, you can tell your fucking family it all, I do not fucking care. Everything is built on lies with you, the lot of you” hearing Leon’ shout at me “this is why he is where he is, him and his dad are both liars. We’re counting on him to not be back” Leon hugged me “I came as soon as I could” I want to kill him “I feel sorry for you, because he will be here. The next thing he going to do is be knocking on your door, mark my words” I am not playing with him “friend! Hey, come on” looking ahead of me “he called me mistress, the only thing that is a fucking mystery is your son in Germany. You are the pill inside Maurice every time, you play with his mind. That bitch is here for what! We all know what happened, we all know that marriage is dead. Why don’t you tell everyone here the real fucking truth daddy of the year” Leon put his hand over my mouth “you speaking too much” I haven’t even started yet, what is wrong with everyone “get inside now trouble” Jay said yanking me inside.

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A/N: Request from anon. I needed another Kylo Imagine for my Halloween special, so thank you for the input! xD Who else is hyped for the new movie? 🙋‍

17th October: Pain. 💍 | feat. Kylo Ren

Words: 1519 Warnings: forced marriage

They feared you. Not only did they do so because of what you were capable of, your powers and the rare gift of being force-sensitive. Kylo Ren had all of that too but whenever you entered a room, people hastily attempted to leave and stay away from you at any cost.

It should have been impossible, Supreme Leader Snoke introducing relatives to the First Order and yet, here you were. The granddaughter of the most evil and powerful being in the galaxy. You did not know your mother, nor did you know you father, Snoke had made sure of that but as long as you served his purposes, you were about as safe as Kylo Ren was as his apprentice.

You were training together a lot, you and him. Every single day, you took it as a challenge as to who would be the stronger forcer-user. Truth was, however, you were equal and together, you were capable of achieving remarkable things. Only you didn’t. Except for your training sessions, when you were practically forced to spend time with the intimidating Commander, you made sure not to meet the man too often.

He was confusing, both scary and fascinating. How often already had you wondered what face he hid under that expressionless black mask of his?

“You called for me, Supreme Leader?” You asked loudly, your voice echoing through the empty room on Starkiller Base. The huge throne made of stone was empty too and for just a moment it appeared like you were in fact, alone. That was until suddenly, a cloaked and pale figure appeared. Snoke materialised in front of you, making you gasp.

“Step closer, child. I have come to an important decision.” His eerie voice sent shivers up and down your spine. Even if it was only some kind of hologram, it was creepy to stand this close to him.

Whatever “decision” he had come up with, it couldn’t be good. Snoke didn’t care about anyone’s well-being and a lot of people had ended up getting killed because of his disgusting schemes already.

“Supreme Leader, you wished to speak with me.” You flinched when the metal door opened for a second time, revealing another cloaked figure wearing a dark helmet. Kylo Ren stepped into the room, greeting you with a court nod before coming to a halt by your side.

You feared the worst.

“Yes,” Snoke hissed. He dived right into it. “Listen closely. You are both very powerful. You, (Y/N), my granddaughter and you, Master of Ren, have proven your skill and perseverance. Together, you would produce invincible heirs.”

Heirs? Now, he could not mean… please… no… you already had no friends, you at least wanted to be with the love of your life… if you ever met it, that was.

“I have decided that you two are to be wed. There shall be a ceremony to take place tonight. Combining your gifts will make us strong enough to wipe out the Resistance once and for all.”

You said nothing at first; way too present was the shock spreading in your guts. It felt like someone had knocked all air out of your body with a single thrust. You had stopped breathing. Your fists were clenching in a vengeful manner and yet, you chose not to act on your feelings. You might upset him and you certainly couldn’t have that.

“So… what do you say?” Snoke continued. Suppressing a scoff, you bit your lower lip. As if he would ask for your approval. If there was to be marriage, there was to be a marriage, no matter if you agreed with it or not.

“I accept, Supreme Leader.” Kylo murmured submissively from under his mask, his voice electronic and fake. Of course he would accept. He was a bloody man.

Kylo focused way too much on his training. Now that a more or less willing woman was put into his arms, he naturally would accept. If only you could see his face. You were sure to see no less than what you saw in the few man who dared being near you on Starkiller. Longing and disgustingly lustful glares, men undressing you with their greedy eyes. All they wanted was your body… surely, it was no different for the Commander.

“Yes.” You finally chirped barely audible, resisting the urge to burst into tears.

The ceremony included the both of you naming a star, a symbol for your “love”. It was unromantic and short, accompanied by General Hux, Captain Phasma and a few other important Troopers only. After, you all met for a drink to “celebrate” your marriage, sealing your dreadful fate.

Being bound to this intimidating and crude man for the rest of your life… it must have been a nightmare.

“I expect you to meet me in my quarters tonight. You will have your things brought to my place as well.”

Silently, you nodded, swallowing the spiteful remark you wanted to spit at him. At least he was unable to hear your thoughts, given you were skilled with the Force as well. Oh, screw it.

“You expect me to arrive there naked, I assume?”

Kylo tilted his head. Without being able to see his face, you noticed his interest in you.

“We don’t have to share our bed tonight, if you don’t wish to.” He replied quietly.

Oh? This was not what you had expected. Why would he care about what you wanted? He was the Commander of the First Order, he belonged you now like his custom-made lightsaber, Snoke had said so himself before dismissing you both.

Frowning, you opened your mouth to reply, however, Hux, who was approaching you in this very moment, was faster to speak. Quickly, you retreated, eavesdropping from behind two troopers and Phasma. You took no interest in being congratulated as well.

“Congratulations on your engagement… and marriage then, Commander.” He forced out ruefully, twisting his mouth.

“Thank you, General.” Kylo’s voice was dripping with sarcasm.

“I guess I know now why you have been so oddly distracted this whole day. When will you impregnate her, I wonder?”

“Don’t you dare speak like that.”

A dark chuckle escaped his lips.

“One could think you have actual feelings for this peculiar girl, Ren.” He mocked.

“I have. I have had them for a long time, General. Is it not irksome, knowing that the girl you wanted to have in your bed now belongs to your superior?”

I have. What did he mean by that? Your heart skipped a beat when Hux stormed off in a rage, leaving you behind all dumb folded and surprised. Your jaw had dropped when Kylo turned around to face you once more. Did he know you had listened to their conversation? No, no, no that was impossible.

“We’ve celebrated enough. It’s time to leave.” He ordered sternly.

You didn’t dare to contradict so instead you simply nodded, still pondering over his words. I have. I have had them for a long time. Was there a possibility Kylo wanted more than just… your body like everyone else on this godforsaken planet? Was there a possibility you could be… happy with him one day? Come to like him as well?

Now you didn’t know if you reciprocated his feelings. You felt comfortable around him during training but other than that… you painstakingly tried to avoid him; and still… you decided to try.

When the door to his quarters hissed and slid shut, covering you both in stifling darkness, your heart was in your mouth. Painfully slowly, the Commander reached up to remove his helmet and once more, a gentle hiss echoed through his quarters as he took it off and put it aside.

He looked… stunning. A beautiful young man with dark locks framing his face, his brown eyes sparkling with innocence. Those eyes couldn’t possibly belong to a murderer, one of Snoke’s supporters and yet… it felt like he was caressing your heart by simply looking at you.

“Will you not kiss me?” You whispered, wetting your lips before daring to step closer to him.

He did nothing, whatsoever.

Instead, he allowed you to stand on your toes to cup his face, looking him directly in the eye. Nervously, you leaned forward to press a gentle kiss on his lips, tasting if there was any passion or magic between the two of you.

And there was. Jolts of electricity cursed through your body when your lips met, causing him to wrap his arms around you and pull you even closer. Soon, your mouths were fighting a relentless battle, your tongues playing eagerly with each other.

“We… should go to sleep.” You suggested shyly when, after what seemed like hours, you ran out of breath and recoiled from him.

Kylo only nodded. There was something else you had done when you had kissed him. You had opened your mind to him, let him know you were aware of his feelings for you—and that you were willing to see where it would take you, for somehow, so it appeared, you only had each other, after all.

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