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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months

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Don't Speak 35

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, allusions to abuse, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: we got that xmas hangover.

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You get to the bottom of your glass before you’re even done your sides. You pick at the white meat and smear it into the puddle of gravy that floods the plate. Each bite is better than the last, easing that tenuous knot in your stomach. You haven’t eaten like this in weeks.

“More wine?” Steve offers as he grabs the bottle again, topping up his own glass before gesturing to your own.

Andy clears his throat as you look up. For a moment, there was only you and the plate. A soft fog limns the edges of your vision and dampens your worries. You peek around as Amber leans in from your other side.

“I’ll take some more if there’s enough,” Amber shifts her glass over, a mouthful still in the belly, “it’s so good. I’ll have to take a picture of the label.”

Her arm touches yours. She’s giving you permission, more so encouraging you. Is it so bad to enjoy yourself? Even Andy said today is special. A little bit of wine isn’t so bad. You barely feel any different.

“Sure, I’ll… I’ll have a bit more, please.”

Andy sniffs but you refuse to look at him again. You caught the glint of his disapproval before. He’s never happy with anything you do unless it’s… that. Steve pours the golden wine into your glass, then Amber’s, only a small amount left in the bottom as he sets the bottle down.

You chew on a gristly portion of meat, the clink of cutlery filling the strained silence. Amber sighs and takes a drink, carefully placing the flat base of her glass on the table. She swallow as stirs her mashed potatoes.

“So, you said you were almost done your painting?” She begins, “I’ll have to check it out after dinner.”

“Mm,” Andy grumbles, “garage gets pretty cold this time of year.”

“I’ll put a coat on,” Amber shrugs, “I’d love to see what you’ve been working on. You know I always love your art. Actually…” you can tell she’s rambling, out of nervousness, but more to fill the lull, “I was hoping you might make me something, if you have the time.”

“I could…” you begin.

“She can give you a quote,” Andy intones curtly. Your eyes flick over to him, surprised. “Can’t make much off a hobby.”

“Oh, of course, I wouldn’t presume,” Amber says, “materials plus work.”

“I hate to overstep but I’d love to have a look as well,” Steve says.

Your eyes round and you nod, cheeks hot at the prospect of showing them. Your work is always so personal and this piece feels even more so. Your first major commission and it’s almost done. It’s a real accomplishment, how did you not see that before?

“Sure,” you gulp.

“After the banana pudding of course,” Amber insists, “save some room, bub.”

You smile as your stomach squeezes tight. If you eat much more, you won’t have room for dessert. You reach for your glass to wash down the stuffing. The wine makes you feel hollow, it gives you room for more.

“Lot of sugar,” Andy comments.

“It’s Thanksgiving,” Amber shrugs, “what’s a few extra calories? Besides, it's tradition.”

“Your tradition,” Andy snips.

“Well, if you don’t want any, more for us, right, bub?” She nudges you gently with her elbow.

You nod, “it’s my favourite.”

“Bub?” Andy scoffs, “she’s an adult.”

Amber sits back sharply and hovers her fork over her plate. She stares at Andy as he glares back. Tension roils between them.

“And I’m so proud of her,” her words drip with venom, "she’s come so far. Steve,” she looks at the therapist as he watches with arched brows, “thank you so much for all you’ve done for my sister. I see how far she’s come.”

“She’s a strong woman,” Steve leans on an elbow and lifts his glass, “she’s doing all the heavy lifting.”

Your chest flutters as you kick your legs in giddiness. The smile he aims at you takes your breath away. It feels good to have someone proud of you, but him? It’s amazing. You feel like you could do anything, that he truly believes that you can.

“Thanks,” you squeak and take another drink.

Andy huffs and sits back. Your gaze meets his as you swallow and pull the crystal rim away from your lip. You lick away the glisten of wine as he watches you. Your glee quickly dissipates as the heat of the alcohol mingles with the blaze of his chagrin. You’re almost annoyed by it.

Why can’t he just be happy? Everyone else is.

🕊️

“Good job,” Amber preens as you slice fresh banana, “whipped cream is ready.”

She lines up the four clear bowls on the counter as she stands beside you. She pulls close the bowl of banana pudding and spoons it into each. You can smell the banana-ey goodness. It makes your wine-coated stomach growl.

“Then some cream,” she dollops some of the whipped cream onto each, “and then,” she slides a bowl your way, “you can add as many slices as you like.”

You arrange five slices on the first bowl; one in the center and four around the edge. She passes the next bowl and you do the same. She adds a spoon to each and spins one in admiration.

“Alright, we’ll get it on the tray,” she declares.

You nod, stifling a yawn. Your eyes are itchy as the large meal weighs down your stomach. You could nap right then and there. The wine’s glimmery effect doesn’t help your state as you feel slightly off kilter after two and a half glasses.

She loads up the rectangle tray with the bowls, then pulls over a round one. She places the full teapot beside the coffee urn, then stacks four cups on it, alongside some spoons, the sugar bowl, and a small jug of dairy.

“You got that,” she gestures to the pudding.

You grab the tray and slide it to the edge of the counter. Your fingers loop through the slots in the side and you lift it, focusing on keeping it all steady. You smile as Amber balances the tray of drinks.

“You feeling okay?” She asks.

“Yes,” you chirp, “I’m excited for the pudding.”

She laughs and shakes her head, “always were easy to please.”

She leads you into the front room. The football game buzzes on as Andy sits with his chin in his hand, elbow on the armrest, and Steve stands by the mantel, playing with the signed baseball. It’s stolidly silent beneath the drone of sport commentators.

“Coffee, tea,” Amber places her tray on the low table, “and my famous banana pudding. Well, she did most of the work.”

She turns and smiles at you. You look around as you falter. You just stare dumbly, unsure of what to do next.

Steve makes you flinch as he approaches, “may I?” He waves a hand towards the tray in your arms. You nod and he takes one with a thanks. “Mmm, smells and looks delicious.”

He backs away, cradling the bowl with one hand as he stirs the spoon around. You turn awkwardly and march over to Andy. You offer the tray and his dull gaze drifts to you. He sits back and lets his arm fall straight over the armrest.

“I’m full,” he says.

You wince and look down. Oh. You just stand there.

“Here,” Amber comes up and touches your elbow, “let me get this.”

You spin, startled, and the bowls slide over the tray. One flips over the edge as Amber catches the tray and the pudding splatters onto the carpet around your feet. You squeak and look down as your sister takes the tray from your grasp. She sets it by the coffee and tea as you step back and gape at the mess.

“Jesus…” Andy sighs as he leans forward to take in the mess.

“Accidents happen,” Amber takes your hand and guides you away from the pudding, “no big loss…” she gets down to scoop up the globs with her bare hand back into the bowl, “you’re not having any and nothing broke.”

You look between them. Andy scowls as Amber is unbothered. She gathers up the sticky mess and stands.

“I’ll go grab some paper towel,” she says.

“That’s gonna be hard to get out,” Andy glowers at the carpet.

“I can get it out,” Amber assures, “don’t let me ruin dessert.”

She strolls out and you hear her clinking in the kitchen. She appears again with the roll of paper towel and a bowl of water. She gets down and starts her tedious work of trying to sop up the remnants.

“You know, it didn’t get too deep,” Amber says as she works.

You watch her and sway, putting a heel back to keep yourself steady. You cover your mouth and swallow a burp. Your sister looks up at your looming figure.

“Have some pudding, bub.”

You murmur, something indiscernible. It’s hard to move as you feel Andy watching you. You know you messed up again. That he’s upset. He won’t eat the pudding and now you’ve gone and made a mess.

You tremble as you feel an ache inside. For an instant, you feel smothered, as if you're being held down.

“It’s good,” Steve encourages as he shows half a banana slice on his spoon, “thanks, girls.”

You try to smile at him but can’t. Instead, you claim a bowl but your excitement is gone. You flop onto the couch, catching your spoon before it can tip over the edge, and rest the bowl in your lap. You’re going to be good and eat your pudding. You can’t get in trouble if you focus on that.

“She’s drunk,” Andy accuses as your spoon clacks loudly on the side of the bowl.

“She’s fine,” Amber insists as she wets the paper towel, “really, she had two glasses, she’ll survive.”

“She doesn’t drink,” he retorts.

“What number is that?” She glances at the green bottle by his elbow, “three? Four? You said it yourself, she’s an adult.”

He snarls, “do you always come into people’s houses and argue with them?”

She tuts and shakes her head. She says nothing though you see her response clenched in her jaw. She continues her work, drying up the patch with a folded square of paper towel before standing. She disappears into the kitchen and returns.

She grabs a bowl and sits between you and Andy. She leans over as you stir your pudding but don’t taste it. You’re embarrassed and your appetite is gone.

“Come on, bub, it’s your favourite,” she coaxes.

You sniffle, only then feeling the prick in your eyes. Andy’s right, you’re drunk. You don’t feel good. You’re dizzy and tired and you just want to hide.

“I’m sorry…” you babble.

“Aw, bub, it’s okay. You can always save it for later,” she assures you, “do you need some water?”

“I told you, you gave her too much wine–”

“Andrew,” Amber snaps as she whips her head around, “she’s fine. We’re fine. I got it.”

“Don’t talk to me like that. In my home,” Andy girds.

“Everyone, chill out,” Steve puts his empty bowl on the tray, “you’re both stressing her out. That’s all. She’s fine,” he nears the couch, “how about we get some fresh air, huh?”

Amber looks up at Steve, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t meaning to–”

“No, don’t be,” he assures as he gently takes the bowl from your hands, “it’s part of therapy. One of her exercises. She gets overstimulated.”

“Oh?” Amber looks at you and back to the doctor, “yeah, she… does.”

“I suggest the both of you take a few breaths as well,” he chuckles as he helps you stand, “we’ll be a couple minutes.” He touches your arm as you get to your feet, barely feeling your own body move, “hey, how about we get your coat on and go outside?”

Your eyes flick up and you nod blankly. You don’t really understand what he’s saying, you just know he wants to get you away from this. You wish they could just get along. You wish you didn’t cause all this trouble.

“I’m sorry, bub,” Amber says.

“You two,” Steve points at your sister then Andy, “talk this out.”

Silence, sweltering and suffocating pervades the room as the doctor leads you out. Only the television continues to blare as he stops you in the entryway and pulls a coat onto your shoulders. He gets down to lead your feet into your boots and then puts on his own.

He opens the front door and shuffles you outside. The autumnal air sweeps around you and you pull the coat snug against the shiver that rolls through you. You look down as a swell of woodsy scent tickles your nostrils. It’s his coat. It’s loose on you but warm.

You look up at Steve as he stands, unaffected in the thick wool of his sweater. He puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes, “tough day.”

“I… I am drunk,” you admit.

“That’s fine,” his hand trails down your arm, “you’re allowed to indulge, sweetheart. And a day like this, who wouldn’t?”

“He’s mad,” you say.

“Let him be.”

“But…”

“The both of them are too stubborn for their own good. They both love you but they can’t see past that. They shouldn’t be fighting for your love, they need to share it,” he runs his hand back up as you teethe your lip. He touches your cheek, the warmth of his fingertips making you shudder, “but I can’t blame them. You’re a special girl, who wouldn’t want all of you?”

You bat your lashes up at him. Huh? You don’t know what he means, but it feels good. Everything he says is just so wonderful.

He smiles at you, his fingertips dancing along your jaw. You gaze up at him, hypnotized by his deep blue eyes. In that moment, you feel drawn to him, magnetized by his touch. He steps closer and you quiver again. His eyes fall to your legs as you rub them together, the cold wind gusting up your short skirt.

“Oh, you must be freezing,” he drops his hand back to your shoulders, “you’d be much cozier in one of your cute little sweaters huh?”

You nod, dumbly. You can’t speak. You can only think about the weight of his large hand on his shoulder. You think about the vibrator in your drawer…

“Here, you need this,” he surprises you as he pulls you close, embracing you against the chill, “it’s amazing what a good hug can do.”

You stand stiff and stunned. His scent rises from his sweater and from the coat around your shoulders. You’re consumed by it and the heat rippling off of him. You let yourself sink into him, bending your arms slowly to hug him back. Something you’ve never really done with anyone but Amber.

“It’ll be okay, sweetheart,” he coos as he rocks you, “you’re doing really good. Don’t let them ruin all your hard work.” He pets your head and nuzzles your hair, “you’re a very good girl,” he purrs, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Dr. Kemp,” you press your cheek against his chest and close your eyes, a smile dimpling into your cheeks.

“Alright, so you keep being good for me, sweetheart,” he strokes down the back of your neck, “when we go back in, you’re going to be strong, right?”

“Yes, doctor,” you murmur.

“Good girl,” he praises again, gently releasing you and leaving you even colder than before, “I know you care about both of them but remember, you can tell them no.” He drags his hand around you frame your face, “I think they need to hear it.” He drops his hand, turning his palm up as he turns halfway back to the door, “ready?”

You reach for his hand and squeeze it, facing the suburban facade, “I’m strong,” you repeat, “I’m gonna be good.”

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bl00dst41ned · 6 months

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*.·:·.✦ glimpse of us *.·:·.✦

pairing: trent alexander-arnold x female oc (name: sasha)

summary: in which trent has not turned the page on their history

author's note: inspired by glimpse of us by joji (have been obsessed by it lately)

contains: i guess it's angst

word count: 972

“Why then, if she's so perfect, do I still wish that it was you?”

The guests gradually filled the birthday venue as Trent stood at a corner of the room with his teammates.

“Even on your birthday, you cannot look good” Virgil joked to Joe as the rest of the group laughed.

Joe’s girlfriend had invited Joe’s entourage for his birthday and obviously, everyone showed up to celebrate with him. Trent saw the night as an opportunity to bring his girlfriend Taylor to introduce her to his friends.

“Trent, d’you want something to drink ?” Taylor brought Trent aside, speaking with a smile.

“Just juice for now, please” He send her a smile back, watching her as she headed to get what he asked for.

Taylor was one of the most caring girl he encountered. She always made sure he was okay and did not need anything. Some would say she’s even the perfect girlfriend.

“Here” A higher pitched voice took Trent out of his thoughts. He grabbed the glass Taylor was handing him, thanking her with a forehead kiss and a low “thank you”.

Even with all of that, Trent knew deep down who he belonged to. Everything she did for him he wished it was Sasha. Every day he hoped she would come to him.

“Said I'm fine and said I moved on”

He turned back to the group and went back to talking to them. Joe, who stood right next to Trent, leaned down to his ear.

“You know she’s coming right ?”

Joe didn’t even need to say any names, Trent knew who he was talking about. Sasha and him had broken up months back but he had moved on with Taylor, who was amazing with him.

“I know, I don’t care” Trent shrugged, his face as neutral as possible.

Trent’s fake uninterested expression did not fool Joe. Or anybody else to who he told so. Not even himself. Not a day went without thinking about Sasha. As much as he tried to think otherwise, he was still deeply in love with her and craved to be in her presence and flood her with all that love. But he would never admit it and rather pretend to others.

As he engaged back into his teammates’ conversation, his head turned as soon as he heard that one voice.

He admired how she walked with assurance, her natural hip sway enchanting him. She looked better than ever.

She smiled and ran carefully to Joe’s girlfriend, giving her the warmest hug. Trent observed the entire scene, not missing any of her moves.

After greeting her best friend, Sasha headed to the group of boys. Trent took it as an opportunity to get a front view of her body, which had changed from the last time he saw her. She came in the circle they had formed, hugging each one of them.

“I don’t think I know you” She said as she stopped in front of Taylor “I’m Sasha, nice to meet you. I’m Joe’s girlfriend’s friend”

“Hey, I’m Taylor, I’m Trent’s girlfriend” Taylor smiled back.

Sasha also had caught that Taylor was oblivious to who she was to Trent and decided to play it off. She shook her hand rapidly, continuing her little round of greetings. She mumbled a quick “Hello” to Trent, coldness laced in her voice. Her stern tone felt like a hit to Trent’s face. There was no more affection or love for him.

“I'm only here passing time in her arms hopin' I'll find a glimpse of us”

The party was in full swing, people dancing everywhere and having a good time. Trent sat at his table, Taylor in his lap.

Through the whole time, she had not left his side, intimidated by all of the people she did not know, though they were extremely nice with her. Trent was thankful nobody brought up Sasha around Taylor.

“Wanna dance ?” Trent asked as her favorite song played.

She energetically nodded, grabbing his arm and bringing him to the dancefloor. His arms automatically wrapped around her waist as they started swaying to the sound. His eyes met hers as his mind drowned in the brown color of her iris.

Within a blink it looked like he was now alone in the room with his girl, dancing slowly to the music. Trent admired these dark brown eyes he loved since the first day. His eyes wandered around her face, taking in all the features he loved. Her little nose he would randomly peck, her full lips he loved to kiss and taste, her smile he loved to see after giving her all his affection. He observed every bit of that perfect face he loved more than anything.

“Trent, watch your feet” Sasha giggled as she avoided Trent’s messy steps.

“Sorry, I’m not good at this” He apologized, giving her a peck on the cheek.

She met his stare, her innocent look making Trent weak, as always. She grabbed his face in her hands bringing him into a deep kiss. Their tongues soon joined the kiss, moving in sync as their heads leaned to the side to be even closer.

They soon pulled away and Trent opened his eyes, facing Taylor’s happy expression.

Trent zoned out thinking back on what just happened. It was a dream but it felt so true. Her face, her touch, her voice. It was just like it used to be. He spotted her in the room, dancing with her friends, having the most fun. She seemed so carefree like nothing was on her mind while he spent the night tormented by his thoughts and feelings. Their breakup was his greatest mistake and he didn’t know how to fix it. Or if he could even do so. For now, he just wished she would feel the same as him.

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kimbappykidding · 1 year

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When Seventeen get drunk and flirt with you, their crush

Scoups - The cute flirt

You and your members all loved drunk Scoups because he became such a complimentary hype man when he'd had a few drinks.

He saw you and your members walk in and immediately began to clap "you've killed it again ladies! Each and everyone one of you looks stunning". You and your members all began to blush but none as much as you. You had a small crush on Scoups and secretly loved how attentive he became drunk. "Aww thanks, can you believe y/n was unsure of her outfit?" one of your members asked drawing Scoups' attention exclusively to you. You glared at her but that didn't last long because then you realised Scoups was looking at you. He quickly scanned your outfit before smiling "you're kidding right? Y/n you're so hot I'm worried you’re going to overheat! That outfit is amazing and so are you". Your members smiled as your eyes widened and you blushed even more "I...you look good too Scoups". "Thanks but come on I'm not as good as you" he said smiling "can I get you guys your first round of drinks?". "Ow you don't have to" you tried but Scoups shook his head "no come on, we're in the same company and as the elder I have to look out for you guys so allow me". Your leader shrugged, happy she wouldn't have to cover it "okay, y/n why don't you go with him? She knows what we like". Scoups grinned "great come on y/n" and tugged you to the bar.

Once there you rattled off the order to the bartender who then started preparing all the drinks. Scoups stood there smiling at you in a happy daze and you chuckled "thanks for saying that back there about my outfit...it made me feel a lot more confident". "No need to thank me because it was all 100% true" Scoups smiled. You shrugged "well I didn't agree with the stuff you said about yourself...you look good too". Scoups tried to brush it off "no I don't but hey I'm okay with not being that good looking" and that broke you. "But you are!" you said slightly more forecefully than you meant and Scoups paused “sorry I didn’t mean to upset you I just don’t see myself that way”. “Well that really sucks but a lot of people do” you pouted. “I’m sure there are many kind people like you” he agreed and you shook your head “I’m not being kind Scoups, you are gorgeous! Your hair is so fluffy I just want to play with it all the time. You have the kindest smile and your lips are so plump and luscious that everyone is obsessed with them! So don't undersell yourself please". Scoups was a blushing mess "I...you...I’ll try not to” he agreed and you nodded “good”.

The bartender set the drinks down in front of you and Scoups paused "how about I help you take these to your table?". You nodded "that'd be nice...you could also stay if you want? If your friends don't need you right away". "I'd love to" Scoups beamed and you walked away together.

Jeonghan - The flirty tease

Your relationship with Jeonghan was already pretty flirty so there was really no difference when he was drunk. He was still as mischievous and playful as ever but he tended to get a little more...promiscuous, like nudging you towards his members only to yank you back to him.

"Y/n have you been asked to dance yet?" Jeonghan asked. You shook your head and Jeonghan smiled "great neither has Joshua maybe you can dance together". You paused taken aback and Jeonghan smiled "unless you'd like someone else to dance with you?". You rolled your eyes and extended a hand to Joshua "I'm game if you are". "You know what? I'd love to" Joshua smiled taking your hand. You shot Jeonghan a look and led Joshua to the dance floor.

Jeonghan smirked watching you with Joshua and The8 leaned into Scoups "is this like some weird foreplay between him and y/n?". Scoups shrugged "kinda, it's basically a big game of chicken. They see how far they can push it before the other cracks and admits they want the other". The8 nodded "only when they're drunk?". "They play it when they’re sober too but when Jeonghan’s drunk like this he always goes a little further". "Kinky" The8 commented and Scoups laughed.

Joshua was in on the joke very familiar with Jeonghan's method of operations so he was more than happy to play along. "Don't worry his eyes are glued to you" he told you seeing you trying to watch Jeonghan from the corner of your eye "they have been since you first walked in". You blushed "well that's good at least but I don't want you to think I'm neglecting you. I'm dancing with you". Joshua nodded "but I know you like Jeonghan and that's fine...how about we do something to make him crack earlier than usual?". You smiled "what did you have in mind".

Jeonghan was still sipping his drink watching you and bobbing his foot to the music when Seungkwan nearly spit his drink out "is anyone else seeing this?". You and Joshua were still dancing but it was a lot different than before. Your bodies were way closer and you were looking at each other as if you wanted one another. Add that to the way you were both smiling and whispering and it looked pretty obvious what was happening. "But I thought y/n was with..." Dino said trailing off to see Jeonghan watching with a serious expression on his face. Scoups smiled and decided to fan the flames "well I guess she prefers a guy who doesn't play games like Joshua, can't say I blame her". Jeonghan shot Scoups a look before standing up "we'll see who she prefers" and he stormed over to you. The8 smirked "and the match goes to y/n!" and Scoups clinked glasses with him in toast. The thing Scoups liked most about you and Jeonghan was you knew exactly how to play him and when to call his bluff...you were perfect for Jeonghan.

Joshua - The smooth flirt

You made it to the party several hours late but you were finally here. You greeted some people you knew and were just headed to the bar to get a drink when Joshua appeared beside you. You could tell by his smile and body language that he was fairly tipsy. "Hey so you finally got here?" he asked. You nodded "yeah the shoot went on forever, did I miss anything good?”. He shook his head “as far as I’m concerned my night started the second you walked in”. You smiled “Joshua are you drunk?”. He shrugged “I might’ve had a few drinks while I waited for you to arrive, had to occupy myself somehow huh?”. You chuckled at how nonchalant Joshua was being, he was usually chill but this was different. “I guess” you nodded and Joshua smiled, those beautiful eyes focusing on you. “Now you’re here the night can begin!”.

Joshua led you to his table where he’d saved a seat for you and he had a bottle of your favourite drink chilling in an ice bucket. You smiled spotting it “but you hate drinking this stuff?” you questioned. Joshua shrugged “so? You like it” and he popped the cork. Jeonghan smirked watching “Dino tried to take some earlier and Joshua nearly chopped his hand off so i’d feel pretty special if I were you y/n”. You nodded “I’m beginning to” glancing to Joshua who poured you a glass just the way you liked. “Cheers” he said holding it out to you and you took it tentatively “thanks”. “You’re very welcome” Joshua replied still staring at you and you blushed.

All night Joshua was attentive to you and just cool. His flirting was effortless and while you’d been kind of involved for a while he’d never been this straightforward with showing how he felt about you. You were thinking about this when Joshua caught you staring off into space. “You okay?” he asked and you nodded. “No you’re not, what’s wrong?” he asked. You smiled “I just...what’s changed?”. “Changed?” he asked and you nodded “you’re never usually this...like this” you said gesturing to the drink and his arm around the back of your chair. He paused “do you not like me like this?”. You shook your head “no I actually love it but what happened?”. Joshua smiled “I guess I just worked up the courage to do what I should’ve done all along. Would you be okay with this all the time?”. You almost laughed at how obvious the answer was “of course!”. Joshua blushed but didn’t say anything, he just pulled you closer.

Jun - The Confident Flirt

Jun was naturally very extroverted and funny but he got pretty nervous in crowds and became a lot quieter. When he was drunk at a social event however all that anxiety was lessened and he became his louder funnier self.

You’d noticed this and watched impressed all night as Jun transformed into a confident social butterfly. Usually he never spoke more than 10 words to you but tonight he’d been chatting away and making you laugh none stop. You’d always found Jun attractive but his sense of humour was definitely his hottest feature. "You know I have to admit I wasn't sure why they called you the funniest member of seventeen but now I get it" you told him. "You do huh?" Jun asked with a big smile on his face "what did it? What won you over?". You blushed to see this version of Jun. It was intimidating but you also liked it. "I'm not sure...you're just very naturally funny and your facial expressions are hilarious". Jun smiled "thanks but I was kind of showing off tonight...might've been doing it for you". You grinned "okay why have you been hiding drunk Jun for so long? Not that regular you isn't great but drunk you is so funny". Jun shrugged "well I mean this is regular me...kind of. I'm just more reserved in big social settings but this is how I am when I feel comfortable such as when I'm with friends or have drunk a lot of alcohol". You smiled "well I hope you can get more comfortable around me so I can see this side of you without copious amounts of alcohol being in your system". Jun smiled "yeah I hope so too". He held your eyes for several seconds until you looked down blushing. Jun chuckled and when you looked up he was still watching you.

“Well we may as well use this confidence while we’ve got it” Jun said standing up. “What did you have in mind?” you asked and he smiled extending a hand to you “dance with me, I hear i’m really good at that drunk too”. You blushed but took his hand “I’ll be the judge of that” and walked into the group together.

Hoshi - Very obvious flirt

Nothing about Hoshi was subtle or quiet.

The minute you walked in you could tell Hoshi was drunk from how loud he was being. He saw you and roared your name rushing across the room to you. He stopped inches away from you and smiled "hi". "Hey Hoshi...had a bit to drink huh?". He chuckled "yeah a little! Come and dance with me!. You were flustered by the sudden request but knew it was hard to get Hoshi to stop dancing when he was sober let alone when he was drunk so you gave your coat to your friend and let Hoshi take you to the dance floor.

Even drunk he was still a great dancer and he managed to make you, with your two left feet look good. He twirled you and basically just made you laugh constantly before he suddenly turned a bit serious. Hoshi stared at you, his smile fading and you were about to ask what was wrong when he spoke. "You’re very beautiful y/n” Hoshi said and you blushed "thank you you look very handsome too". "I'm not just saying it to make conversation. I always think you look beautiful". You blushed even more "I knew you meant it...I don’t think you ever say anything without meaning it". Hoshi nodded "i wouldn't, especially not to you. You're special" and he moved even closer. You were now so red it looked like you were having heart problems so your friend Jun decided to take pity on you.

"Hey can I borrow y/n for a sec?" Jun asked. Hoshi pouted but when you nodded he was fine with it. "Okay, I hope to see you later" he told you and walked away. "I thought you might need some help, you looked very flustered" Jun said and you nodded "I need water and some air stat to cool off". Jun grinned “come on" and led you outside. "So you and Hoshi...was it a good flustered or bad? I know he can get pretty full on sometimes". "Good" you said smiling "I thought he might like me back but I've never had a guy be so obvious and honest about it...I liked it". Jun smiled "well next time I won’t interrupt you then".

Woozi - Subtle flirt

Woozi didn’t drink often but when he did he’d become more affectionate towards the people he was fond of. You didn’t even notice you were one of those lucky people until your friend pointed it out.

It was the small things such as how your drinks were always kept in the fridge on his shelf or how he’d never let the guys take your seat when you went to the bathroom. He was protective of you and it came out even more when he was drunk.

Hoshi nearly crashed into you but Woozi caught him and yanked him sharply away from you. “Be careful, you’re going to crush people” he scolded the older boy who nodded. “Sorry” Hoshi apologised to you and you smiled “it’s okay”. Hoshi walked away and you nodded to Woozi “thank you”. Woozi blushed “no worries” and lapsed into silence. “I just want to say thanks for always looking out for me and taking care of me, it really makes me feel welcome here”. Woozi blushed but nodded “well you are welcome here and if you ever need anything just come find me. I’ll always be there for you”. You blushed and nodded “thanks I’ll keep that in mind”. Woozi nodded and moved away.

You didn’t talk much the rest of the evening but you kept catching him watching you and blushing when you caught him. You eventually just went over to him and gently took his hand. Woozi looked shocked but laced his fingers through yours and held onto you. You didn’t move away from each other the entire night.

Wonwoo - The hot flirt

You'd known Wonwoo for roughly a year, ever since you started working at the company as a backing dancer. You hadn't had much interaction with the members until you went on tour with them for 2 months. You'd gotten paired with Wonwoo and got to know him through that. You'd found him attractive but that was to be expected when you were doing close intimate dances with a person night after night. You didn’t think anything of the tension between you but you should have.

The tour had just finished and so to celebrate the boys had all chipped in to rent a loft. They'd invited all the staff too which you thought was such a sweet touch. You were a little late because you'd forgotten your phone and had to head back for it. So you got there after everyone and made your way to the loft's security. You told them you were here for the event but they said they needed proof. You weren't sure what they needed, it wasn't like Scoups had sent out a mass invite. You were texting your friend/colleague to come help you get in when a tall figure appeared. Wonwoo walked up to the guards and told them it was fine. They took one look at him and nodded and you didn't blame them. Wonwoo looked amazing. He was wearing a jet black suit and tie and looked very debonair. You were so stunned for a few seconds you forgot to move until Wonwoo called your name.

That jolted you into existence and you nodded hurrying after him. "Thank you" you said as you walked in with him "I forgot my phone so was late and I didn't have any proof I was actually invited to this..." you trailed off as you got outside and saw the beautiful huge loft. "Wow no wonder they didn't think I belonged here" you laughed but Wonwoo shook his head "I think you fit right in here" and he glanced over your dress before looking you in the eye. "Can I buy you a drink? It's the least I can do after I've been running my hands all over you, night after night". Wonwoo's word choice made you blush and your stomach flutter but of course you nodded. "The very least" you joked back and Wonwoo gave a hint of a smile. He was more relaxed than you'd ever seen him and you finally realised why. "Wonwoo are you drunk?". He shrugged "maybe a little but it's a celebration isn’t it?". You nodded "that’s true". "So why don't you join me?" he asked holding out a glass to you with a smile "i bet you're a gorgeous drunk". You blushed but took the drink and downed it. "Let's see".

DK - Bashful flirt

Dk was all bark and no bite in numerous ways but flirting was one of them. Drunk he always got a slightly inflated confidence and would flirt with you but the second you flirted back, he’d become a mess and back down. It was rather fun for you though so as you saw DK drinking heavily you just sat back and waited.

You all started playing a board game version of truth or dare and Dk picked dare. “Tell the prettiest person your best pick-up line” Hoshi read and DK blushed, his eyes going to you straight away. His members hyped him up and DK sauntered over to you acting very confident in front of them. “Y/n” he called and you nodded “yes?”. “Are you feeling warm? Because you’re so hot you’re on fire” he managed to say with a straight face. His members cheered proudly but you just smiled “no I’m actually a little cold, would you like to come warm me up?”. Dk’s eyes widened and he went bright pink. He stood there staring at you as if stuck while his members fell apart and finally The8 tugged him away from you. He collapsed back in his chair and began fanning himself in a flustered mess. “Okay so DK failed at that and y/n get’s the point!” Hoshi called passing you DK’s card. You smiled taking it and shot a wink to DK which nearly finished him off for good.

After that all night every time DK looked at you he blushed bright red and it was adorable. When you finally caught him alone you took pity on him “don’t worry I won’t flirt with you anymore DK. I don’t think your heart can take it”. He went bright red but nodded “thank you...i’ll get better at it eventually”. You shrugged “or don’t, you’re pretty cute all embarrassed and bashful”. DK stared at you before he burst “you said no more flirting! That was flirting!” blushing once more. You laughed “I’m sorry I didn’t even realise!” and DK smiled “sure...you’re one sneaky girl y/n”. You laughed “you have no idea”. You winked walking away and seconds later what you’d said sunk in. “That was flirting too y/n! You just can’t help yourself” DK called making you smile widely.

Where DK was concerned you really couldn’t.

Mingyu - Bad flirt

When Mingyu got drunk his brain took a back seat and so while his confidence grew exponentially it didn't mean his flirting skills did. Your groups had been meeting for weeks now to nail the performance collaboration you were doing for the next big award show and Mingyu had been interested in you since day one. He knew with the performance only around the corner his time frame to ask you out was fading so when you all went out for drinks after work and they began working particularly fast on him, he decided to seize the moment.

"Hey y/n" Mingyu said coming up to you at the bar and you nodded to him "hey Mingyu, you getting another drink". "Maybe" he replied and you paused confused why he was at the bar if he wasn’t getting another drink. You chuckled awkwardly "can't decide huh?". "Something like that" he replied staring at you and you nodded "sorry what?". Woozi who had seen Mingyu strut over to you quickly rushed over and grabbed the tall boy. "Hey Mingyu there you are! Scoups said he needs to speak to you real quick". Mingyu shrugged "tell him it can wait I need to ask y/n something". Woozi knew if Mingyu asked you out in his drunk state it would be messy and seriously decrease his chances of dating you so he persisted. "He said it's really urgent and he looked pretty mad so I wouldn't make him wait if I were you...I think it's something to do with the company". "Ow wow you should go see what it is. Don't worry I'm not going anywhere" you promised. Mingyu blinked processing what you'd said for a few seconds before nodding "okay" and he walked away unstably. "Is he okay?" you asked Woozi and he smiled "yeah he's just drunk. He turns into a baby giraffe when he's had too much". You smiled as Mingyu almost sent Dino flying across the table when he didn't see him and walked into him. "I can see that...it's kind of cute". Woozi chuckled "not many girls have had drunk Mingyu flirt with them and called it cute". "Wait that's what he was doing?" you asked and Woozi paused "you didn't realise?". "No I just thought he was confused or something...why was he flirting with me". Woozi paused once again "I'm not so sure I should answer that...I mean it's pretty obvious right? He has a thing for you". "He does! Since when?". "Since before our groups even came together!" Woozi cried before realising he probably shouldn't have said that. "Look I've said too much but just know Mingyu likes you okay and so if he happens to ask you anything in the next couple of days please just act surprised okay?". You nodded "got it" with a smile but inside you were panicking.

Mingyu liked you! The idea someone as adorable and hot as Mingyu was interested in you made your stomach flutter and as you watched him across the room trying to hug DK you couldn't stop smiling. So you decided to beat him to it. You walked across the room and over to Seventeen's table. "Hey Mingyu can I borrow you for a second". "Y/n? Me?" he asked "you want to borrow me?". You nodded "if that's okay". Jun snorted "why borrow him for a second you can keep him all night if you want". "That is fine with me" Mingyu admitted completely innocently and you smiled "no don't worry it won't take long...I was just wondering if you were free Friday night?". Everyone at the table went silent and Mingyu stared at you for so long Jun had to hit him. "Come again?" he asked. You blushed slightly but repeated yourself "like on a date? Would you like to go on a date with me Friday night?". Mingyu started nodding adamantly and Scoups smiled "you might need to say something too, buddy". "Yes!" Mingyu said "I'd love to go on a date with you like so much". You smiled "well great, here's my number. Why don't you text me tomorrow and we can sort something out?". Mingyu nodded taking the piece of paper from you "Yes! Yes I will put this somewhere safe because I can't find my phone right now...like with Jeonghan" he said as the older member took the paper from him "and text you tomorrow when I find it". Mingyu was grinning so widely it was adorable and you chuckled "well okay then...speak to you tomorrow". "You will, definitely" he nodded and with a final laugh you walked away. Sometimes being adorable was just as effective as being hot.

The8 - The cool flirt

The8 did not get drunk easily but with everything he did, he made it look good.

His choice of alcohol was wine so he already looked classy drinking it. Your eyes kept getting drawn to him across the table and eventually he just smiled "you want a sip or something?". He was clearly tipsy by his confidence but he didn’t slur a single word. You blushed "erm I'm not sure wine is my kind of thing". "Well you don't know until you try" he said pushing his glass towards you. You picked it up and took a small sip, The8 watching your every move. You swallowed and nodded "it's nice...very rich". The8 smiled "I knew you had good taste" which made you blush all over again. After that you were very much flustered but The8 wasn't done.

A popular Korean classic came on and the boys all wanted to dance. You opted out considering you weren't a performer and The8 did too but the members kept pestering until he got up. You were aware The8 was in the performance unit but seeing him freestyle made you realise just how talented he was. The way he moved was effortless and he just looked so cool. The members were egging him on and he seemed very much in the zone. He danced as if nobody was watching but nailed every single step. When the song finally finished he made his way back to the table and slipped into the seat across from you. He shrugged his jacket back on and looked at you "what?". "You just did that like it was nothing! How?". "Well I might’ve seen you staring at me and thought a show would be nice for you...did it work?". You blushed again "work? Erm well it was very impressive and cool". The8 smiled "perfect, maybe you'll let me show you a few steps then?" and held out a hand to you. You blushed even more "but I can't dance! I'm awful at it and next to you I'll just look...". "Beautiful" The8 said before you could finish your sentence "you'll look beautiful. You don’t have to be good at dancing to do it y/n. I want to dance with you because it's you. Not because you're a trained professional". You were slightly taken aback and didn’t know what to say but The8 was still standing in front of you with his hand out. “So what will it be?” he asked. Your heart pounding, you took his hand. Seungkwan - Concentrated flirt

When Seungkwan got drunk he was hyper-aware of everything but especially people he cared about like you, his crush. By the time you entered the party he was already pretty gone and so his attention was on with laser-sharp focus.

He bounded over to you after a grand total of 2 minutes and gave you a big welcome hug. “Great performance tonight by the way, it was the same one from your debut right?”. You paused but nodded “erm yeah...i’m surprised you noticed we thought nobody would”. Seungkwan shook his head “I never forget a good song y/n or great choreography, you girls all killed it but especially you. I love the part where you kick your feet up” he said and you laughed, touched he actually knew the choreo. As head dancer you got a lot of interest from guys but they usually only knew one of your title tracks and that was where their interest in your dancing ended. Seungkwan however meant every word and it was really endearing.

You smiled “well you’re one to talk, your performance tonight was so great and hot! I never knew you had that in you”. Seungkwan paused, processing that you’d just called him hot and smiled “would you like to get a drink with me? I remember from before that you like cocktails and this bar seems to have a wonderful selection”. “How did you remember I like cocktails?” you asked and Seungkwas shrugged “ow I remember you saying it at Scoups’ birthday party last year”. You paused “Seungkwan that wasn’t last year it was 2 years ago! You remembered it all this time? Are you this attentive with everyone?”. Seungkwan shrugged “I am an excellent friend but I remember more when it’s about a pretty girl”. You blushed “Are you flirting with me?”. “Why don’t you have a drink with me and find out?” Seungkwan asked and he walked over to the bar without checking if you were coming.

You of course followed.

Vernon - Smiley and affectionate flirt

You loved when Vernon got drunk because he'd have a permanent smile on his face and anything seemed to make him happy. So you watched him across the table getting merrier and merrier and thought of how beautiful an image his smile was. However, being the good friend you were, you were also mindful that he had rehearsal tomorrow so should probably start sobering up. So you grabbed a glass of water and took it over to him.

You sat down beside him and smiled "hey having a good time?". "Y/n" he smiled "I am, I'm having the best time what about you?". "I'm having a really good time too, I thought I'd bring you over some water so you don't feel bad tomorrow". Vernon's smile grew even wider "that's such a good idea. Thanks y/n you're so kind...you always look out for me". You smiled "of course! What are friends for?". Vernon nodded smiling at you "I know but I want you to know I appreciate everything you do, okay y/n? I appreciate you" he said purposefully pointing his hand at you with each word. You laughed taking his hand "and I appreciate you too Vernon". He smiled "that's nice" and laced his fingers through yours. You were surprised at the sudden movement but liked it. Vernon downed the glass of water and smiled as the boys made him laugh. You noticed he looked sleepy and smiled "you can lean on me if you want". "You sure?" he asked and you nodded moving your hair off your shoulder "sure, I know you like to nap so go for it. I'll wake you in when it's time for bed". Vernon smiled "thanks y/n" and laid his head on your shoulder falling asleep pretty quickly.

You found drunk Vernon adorable and listening to him softly snoring made you feel rather protective of him. The members had picked up on the cute scene and you caught Hoshi making a kissy face at you. You rolled your eyes at him and mouthed a few choice words. The members all laughed but you didn’t mind the teasing. This was pretty damn cute and you were loving it. Dino - Forward flirt

Dino had no tact so pretty much everyone knew about his crush on you but it got even worse when he was drunk.

You’d been invited to a games night at the Seventeen house but arrived late due to work. The moment you got there Dino rushed forwards and took your coat and bag, pulling you into the room. “Y/n’s here!” he cried and the others all greeted you and waved. “I saved you a seat” Dino said and he led you to a space on the sofa you knew the guys always fought over. “Wow how did you manage to keep them off it?”. “Ow we tried but things got violent” Seungkwan admitted and you turned to Dino amused but he just shrugged “I called it for you, so I had to enforce the rule”. You chuckled and nodded along “sounds fair”.

They’d apparently waited for you to start the games and started breaking out into teams. “I wanna be with y/n” Dino said and the member smirked “and why’s that?” Scoups asked. Dino shrugged “because she’s the best and all the rest of you suck”. You smirked at how cute he was and nodded “i’m happy with that”. Dino grinned “we’re so going to win” and hugged you.

You were getting a not-so-subtle sense from the rest of the guys that Dino had a thing for you and as the night went on you were more and more sure of that...so you began testing the waters.

“You’re always so nice to me, why?” you asked and Dino shrugged “because I like you, a lot, as more than a friend”. You weren’t expecting him to just come out and say it and your eyes widened. Dino began to panic “shit was that too forward? I’m sorry”. You shook your head “no not at all, I like guys who are confident and say how they feel”. “You do huh?” Dino asked and you smiled “yeah...and I like you too”. Now Dino was bright red but still acting all cool and confident “great” he smiled “are you free this Friday?”. You nodded “yeah”. “Great i’m taking you out to dinner, is 7pm okay?”. You nodded “7 is great”. “Great” Dino echoed and he carefully put his arm around you. He stayed like that for the entire night with a huge smile on his face.

Being blunt just pays off sometimes.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 months

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hey steph!! would you happen to have any more drunk/drinking fics? i adore them sm xD

thank you so much <3

Hi Lovely!!

I do I DO! And enough to make your request a new list!! Thank you!!!

Hope these please you! And if anyone has newer fics to add, as always, I welcome you to add them to the post!

DRUNK AND DRINKING JOHNLOCK Pt. 3

See also:

Drunk and Drinking Johnlock

Drunk and Drinking Johnlock Pt 2

Drinking Games / Hanging Out (Oct 2023)

Cute-Drunk Sherlock

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Honey & Wine | 01.

Pairing: Billy RussoxFem!Reader

Summary: Pony wakes up to a home just not hers.

Warning: References to sexual situations, swearing, obsessive thoughts. Although this chapter might not include it, this fic will include kidnapping, stalking, somnophilia, CNC (between two consenting adults), knife play, age gap, dub con, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting and other triggers I will include as we go along, please only read if you’re 18+. If any of this warnings trigger you please don’t read.

A/N: Here it is! Thank you to everyone that still wanted to know about my silly little characters and thank you for choosing to read this. This is a sequel to Pony and I’m excited to give this two a proper ending. PS. Billy is back at it!

The smell of the sea you remember from growing up in California present as soon as you open your eyes to the white room you’re laying in.

Warm sun rays fill it as linen curtains fly around with the breeze that comes in through a pair of french doors.

Your hair lays on cream colored pillows embroidered with blue threads and your body is tangled in sheets that smell like lavender. There’s a bouquet of pink peonies on a vase on the night stand right next to a water filled carafe.

Where the hell are you?

The adrenaline in your body interjects you out of the bed and you run to the doors to look outside. The sea is right there, just passing a small patio with bugambilia bushes and a small table round up with two chairs.

The waves crashing against the colorfully tiled concrete ledge that separates you from the sea.

You touch your body slightly, moving your arms, lifting your legs. Nothing hurts and you’re not injured, in fact you feel quite rested apart from the strange sweet taste in your mouth.

You’re barefoot but you don’t care, you walk in a trance letting your naked feet touch the warmth of the terracotta clay floors outside as you reach the ledge, the cotton camisole you wear sticking to your body.

The sun is shinning bright.

You’ve never seen such a shade of blue.

“What are you doing?”

You hear his concerned voice behind you and you suddenly remember. Your trashed apartment, you kneeling on the floor fighting a panic attack as Billy Russo dragged you out through the emergency stairs of the building in John Street.

Everything went dark after that.

“You scared me.” You say, your hand on your chest as you turn around to face him.

His hair is tousled and he is wearing a grey linen shirt and some shorts, a white kitchen towel over his shoulder. His cheeks pink in a sun kissed look and you panic.

How long have you been here if he already has a tan?

“Step away from the ledge Pony.”

“I’m not gonna jump.” You assure him baffled, because its the truth, but also because your instinct says you have to be on his good side.

“Get back inside then.” He looks slightly relieved but you know he’s still has his suspicions “I’m making breakfast.”

“Wait. Where are we?”

“Where you wanted us to be my love.” He smiles.

Therapy?

“We’re in Santorini, come on inside, I’m making omelettes.”

With that he disappears into the house that you can now see from the outside. Irregular white walls that seem brighter with the sun rays, slight touches of the same blue you saw on your bed sheets, the wood frames of the doors that lead inside.

How long have you been asleep?

Is anybody else here with you?

But most importantly.

Are you free to go?

He went inside and you could run, you tell yourself checking for a door out of the home, but all you can see is the sea surrounding you. If you wanted out you would have to go in.

But, do you want out?

You let your naked feet touch the rustic tiles on the inside of the home, the walls are decorated with colorful art and it’s fully furnished. You hope he had someone decorate it before you arrived and not that you’ve been unconscious long enough for him to do all of this.

“You hungry?” His tone is so casual, so domestic, that it terrifies you.

The house smells like chives and fresh cream and you can hear the sizzling sound of the skillet where he is cooking over classical music that plays quietly on a vintage radio. You stare at him while he works, without the fancy suits and the sleeked back hair, he looks slightly boyish.

Or maybe you were just so used to the edge of the Blackbird mask.

“Sit sweetheart it’s almost done. You want some wine?”

“What time is it?”

“It’s always five o clock in Santorini babe!” He laughs so carefree and you try your best to smile.

You’re fighting yourself to not look alert but you’re not that great of an actress and you’re sure you look like a scared little mouse when he comes near you and guides you to the dinning table.

You would lie to yourself if you said the feeling of his hand on your lower back didn’t make your heart skip a beat.

“How are you feeling doll? Dizzy? Nauseous?”

“Not really.”

“Perfect.” His smile warm again “Hungry?”

You shrug but you sit down on the table anyway.

You see him get back into the kitchen and come back with a couple plates. There’s fresh fruit, eggs, coffee, toast, everything looks delicious and your hand automatically goes for the coffee mug, taking a much needed sip.

He wouldn’t poison you would he?

“Now that you’re up, I was thinking we could go down to the beach.”

“Now that I’m up?” You question him but all he does is keep eating, as if you had said nothing.

“You need the fresh air and I-“

“Why are here?” You cut him off bluntly. “What happened to me?”

“You were asleep for a while.” He dismisses it.

“Define a while.”

“Couple days.”

Couple?

And he says that so nonchalantly?

“What’s going on here Billy?”

“Jesus, so many questions, eat your breakfast we’ll talk later.”

“No. Let’s talk now.”

You see him put his fork down and you get tense. He doesn’t look as angry as much as he looks frustrated but his dark eyes look up to you and that always triggers feelings in you.

Sometimes sexy sometimes scary, but always feelings.

“We’re in Greece, just you and me, that’s what’s going on.”

“So like a holiday?” You want to believe.

“Not exactly.”

You can feel him going around your questions, dodging the real explanation and you think if you weren’t on the other side of the world without rhyme or reason you could find it cute.

“Billy?” You talk slower this time warning him “Why are we in Santorini?”

“This is what you were working three jobs for. Isn’t it?” He’s smiling now “You wanted a house in Greece.”

“Yes but not-“

“Not with me?” He laughs, his eyebrows raised in surprise “Well that’s a nice thanks for the place Pony! By the way it’s under your name. The new one of course.”

You look at him perplexed and he catches on.

“If I found out you killed your ex anyone can. Just wanted you to be safe.”

His words make your face burn.

He talks about your crime in such a casual manner, a secret that closed you up like a clam for years. You fled California, you shut yourself from the world and focused all your time and energy on running away, and he speaks of it as a stumble on the road.

You don’t think you can eat anything at the moment as your stomach churns with memories of your crime and you see him finish his plate, reading your face and taking yours to the kitchen as well.

There’s this familiar dynamic going on but you’re not sure if it’s safe yet. He acts as if you’ve lived together longer.

Coming back to the dinning room you see him swirl a glass of red wine on his hand and he bends down to peck your cheek on his way to the patio.

“Get yourself ready for the beach honey. The fresh air will help your head.” It’s half a sweet request and half a command and you know you can’t argue with it when you stand and walk behind him to the patio down the hall where you walked in.

As soon as he steps out the breeze playing with his now longer hair he calls out for you after he’s pulled out and sat on one of the chairs around the glass table.

“Hey Pony?”

“Yeah?” You find your voice quiet and shy.

“Why Greece?”

“I love Mamma Mia.” Is all you say before walking to the direction of your bedroom, his loud laugh following you through the doors.

It did sound ridiculous now that you said it out loud.

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You find strange how the bedroom feels so much like you decorated it and you have mixed feelings when you keep finding objects of your old apartment scattered around in the decor.

Your makeup sits in the vanity, along with your perfume bottles, vintage iron brush and handheld mirror, your skincare tucked in a cabinet of the bathroom, your art on the walls and certain pieces of your clothing hang in the closet.

You recognize those pieces as the ones in the polaroid pictures you once had to show to the police when he left them on your nightstand in Brooklyn, when you didn’t even know he existed in the first place.

So this is why all your place was trashed.

He could’ve done it in a more organized way, you think.

You go through the drawers of your dresser finding everything inside. They’re all full with clothing in your size, accessories exactly to your taste and you eye the shoe rack on the wall that has all kinds of designer on it.

You even reach the lingerie drawers and scoff when you find all dainty lace and bows in there.

After he kidnapped you?

Not gonna happen sir!

There’s a couple of bathing suits there and you’re relieved they’re not so revealing but you still put a light short dress on top of a one piece red one and a large hat that hangs behind your door.

How did he manage this? To create this environment where you feel so immediately at home, where you find everything naturally and everything is to your exact taste?

The waves keep crashing outside of your window and you wonder what would happen if you refused to go to the beach.

You can hear Gianna’s voice in your head. You’re in Greece with New York’s hottest bachelor, he got you a full new wardrobe and wants to take you to the beach, and you’re nervous?

She would be so disappointed but you’re just not sure how much freedom you’ll have in this paradise.

Maybe you should start by asking for your passport.

“Ready sweetheart?” He calls for you again and you sigh.

You did kinda want to see the beach, you’d think of escaping later.

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Slow&Steady (S. Rogers)

Summary: AU. Steve has an obsession with the hot owner of his favorite coffee shop. What does Steve have to do to get her to understand that they belong together? (Word Count: 5622)

Pairing: Black!OC x (Soft)Dark!Steve Rogers

Warnings: Cursing, Slow-ish Burn, SMUT, Degradation kink, p in v sex, oral (m receiving), Breeding kink (slight), Female Identifying Reader, Violence, Abusive Situation, Discussions of Abuse, Fighting, Near Death Experience (minor character), Stalking, D/S Elements, (very) Mild Dubious Consent, Body Image Issues

A/N: Hi. I have not posted a story in years, but I didn’t make my masterlist pretty for nothing! So here’s to my first post! Hurray!! I tried to be as detailed as possible with the warnings, so please let me know what I have missed or how I can improve those, please! Also, works part-time at a Starbucks in this universe because I said so lol. It worked well for the banter. Please be patient with me as I get acclimated to writing fandom things again :) It has been a long time. But this felt good to share. Beta’d by me, so I’m sure there may still be some errors. I’ll update those as I see them. Enjoy! -Lyv <3

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The bell chimed quietly as he entered. Steve had been coming to see her for weeks now. He was in a rush to get home after work one night but really wanted a good cup of coffee. He was tired of that bland shit his job served, so he stopped by a little hole in the wall. It looked empty save for two or three people lingering, but what caught his eye was the woman behind the counter.

She was breathtaking. The way her hips swayed as she walked, her smirk whenever she found something amusing. She was like a drug to him. He especially loved the way she would snort when something was extremely funny but then cover her mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard. They usually hadn’t. But Steve did. He noticed everything about her. He couldn’t get enough of her.

Her name was Selene. She had deep brown skin that looked kissed by the sun and full lips that curved into that delicious, sexy smirk he loved to see. Her hairstyle varied. Some days it was black with full waves or reddish-brown with loose curls. Other days, her hair was in a coily updo that showcased her thick, gorgeous afro.

A “pineapple” she called it.

It was this hairstyle that greeted Steve as he walked in. Her coils were extra-defined, and she chose to braid her hair up into the puff Steve loved so much. She accented the look with gold beads and stray curls framing her face.

Selene didn’t notice him at first, humming contentedly as she wiped down the counter. Her back was to him, and Steve couldn’t help but admire her full, round ass shift from side to side. She leaned over to scrub a spot across the table, giving him an even better view as she moved forward. Steve licked his lips slowly, clenching his jaw to keep from making a move on her.

Slow and Steady.

That’s what he told himself. So instead, he cleared his throat to catch her attention. She jumped slightly, whipping around. Her face relaxed when she saw it was him. She rolled her eyes playfully, sauntering behind the counter.

“You know it’s near closing, Steve.”

Her voice was like music to his ears and fuel for the ever-growing bulge in his pants. He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged, giving her an easy grin.

“No one else is here. Besides, you’ve got the best coffee around.”

She started the machine up, not bothering to ask for his order. She already knew. Her hands moved expertly as she made his drink, never once stumbling or faltering. For a moment, Steve imagined what those hands might feel like on him.

Nails raking down his chest, pulling him closer as he buries his–

“You work at Starbucks, dude.”

Her words pulled him from his thoughts. His cheeks flushed red as he cleared his throat.

“Like I said,” He began, walking to the counter. “You do it better.”

In every single fucking way, he thought.

“Ya damn right we do. I don’t mind taking money from a competitor,” She said, finishing up his drink and sliding it over with a wink.

“There you go. Just how you like it.”

Black and sweet.

“Thanks, Sel. How much?”

“On the house. From one barista to another.”

As Steve reached for the cup their hands grazed. Selene looked up at him, her soft brown eyes swirling with something unreadable. Steve was almost certain it was desire.

She gently bit her lip as they held eye contact, but before Steve could think of something to say she blinked and pulled away.

“Alright, now. Get out. I gotta close up. My baby and I have plans.”

Steve’s hand tightened on his coffee.

“Yeah? What are y’all doing,” He asked, his voice tight.

“Just a lil date night. But I would like to get out on time,” She said, pulling her apron off. “So…”

Steve had to repress a groan at the sight of her body. Soft, supple curves filled out the striking red sweater dress she wore. The subtle v-neck accentuated the swell of her breasts and drew attention to her cleavage. The jiggle of her tits and ass as she jumped a little to reach the hook had Steve thankful her back was turned to him. He was hard as a fuckin’ rock at the moment.

Even still, a rage like white-hot fire burned in his veins. Her baby she had said. Yeah, Steve knew she had a man. But he didn’t give a fuck. That son of a bitch wasn’t shit compared to him. Selene deserved better and Steve knew he could be that for her.

He had heard the way she spoke of her baby to the other baristas when he would stop by on his lunch breaks. How he always complained about her appearance and never wanted to spend time with her. Steve was more than confident this “date night” was her idea and her baby was just an unwilling participant. But she wouldn’t have to worry about that anymore. Steve would set things straight.

He just had to get her to see that her boyfriend wasn’t good enough for her. But right now, she was clueless.

So, Steve made up his mind. He was going to make her see.

“Steve. Earth to Steve! I have to go,” She called out, pulling him from his thoughts. “You’re holding me up.”

He blinked, taking a sip from his coffee. Selene arched an eyebrow and placed a hand on her hip, silently asking him why the fuck he hadn’t left yet. Steve just smirked and put $20 in the tip jar. Selene frowned, preparing to speak. But before she could, Steve turned and headed out the door.

“I’ll see you around, Selene. Thanks for the coffee.”

Steve walked to his car and got in. But he didn’t pull off. Instead, he watched Selene finish closing up the cafe as he drank his coffee. She flipped the open sign to “closed” and locked the door behind her before hopping into her car. As soon as she pulled off, Steve started his car up and followed her, glancing at the time. It was 7:15. From previous conversations, Steve knew that Selene lived 15 minutes away so their date night was probably at 8:00. Thinking of the sexy red number she had on, Steve didn’t think she needed to get ready.

But he knew she would want to freshen up and change.

When she pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building, Steve intentionally drove past it before looping around and finding a spot down the road. From where he was parked, he could still see her car and had a good view of her apartment building. He watched as she got out of the car, taking another sip of his lukewarm coffee. He didn’t really like coffee once it got started to cool down. The burn of hot coffee on his tongue reminded him that he was alive. So no, Steve wasn’t a fan of cooled coffee.

But Selene had made it, and Steve would be damned if he let a single drop go to waste.

Once Selene was in her building, Steve got out of his car. He followed the path he watched her take, dumping his empty coffee cup on the way. Each apartment was two stories, so all he had to do was find the front door that looked like hers. And judging by the coffee-themed welcome mat in front of one of the doors, he was sure he had found it.

Apartment D. Fitting, he thought.

So, Steve stepped aside and found a shadowy spot between Apartment C and D. This spot kept him hidden but gave him a perfect view of parking space D– so he could see when Selene’s baby would arrive. Steve wasn’t sure what his plan would be when the guy did show up, but he decided that

he would have time to figure out the minor details while he waited. He checked his phone. 7:40.

The fucker was due any minute.

But as the minutes ticked by, he didn’t show. Steve leaned against the wall, checking his phone again. 8:05. By the time 8:20 rolled around, Steve had taken to scrolling through the few pictures of Selene he had on his phone. He had gotten so wrapped up admiring her that he didn’t notice the shabby-looking vehicle pull into the parking spot in front of Selene’s building. It wasn’t until he heard Selene’s voice that his head shot up. He checked the time.

8:45

That son of a bitch was 45 minutes late to his date with Selene. Steve felt his rage returning full force, his jaw clenching.

“Where have you been, Theo?”

Theo? What type of square ass name is that?

“Don’t worry about that. You tryna leave or not, Selena?”

Steve couldn’t see the couple, but he could imagine the way Selene was looking at him. Her brow was probably furrowed with one eyebrow arched and her hands on her hips. Her head would be tilted to the side as she kissed her teeth. He’d seen the look plenty of times when watching her deal with disrespectful (usually white) customers. He heard her scoff a little.

“Selena? What bitch you know named Selena?”

Theo clicked his teeth. “Girl, don’t start with that shit. I ain’t mean it like that.”

Steve edged out of the shadows a little. He could see a little more clearly now. Theo’s back was to him but he wasn’t much taller than Steve. He was fair-skinned with a low-cut fade and some busted-up Jordans on his feet. He didn’t have much in the way of muscle, looking about as thin as a toothpick.

But he could see Selene clearly, and he felt his breath falter for a moment. She had changed out of the red sweater dress and into something more revealing. It was a black two-piece set. The top was single-shouldered and cropped, showing off Selene’s midriff while the skirt had two long slits running up the side, giving Steve an excellent view of her toned thighs. Steve licked his lips, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

Her makeup was darker than before, making her eyes look sexy and mysterious. Selene’s plump, full lips were painted dark crimson with a light gloss on top. Her tits were sitting perfectly in her top and from the way her nipples hardened as a slight breeze blew, she definitely wasn’t wearing a bra. Steve’s cock twitched in his pants. He adjusted himself, moving closer so he could hear better.

“So you getting your ass in this car or no? Cause you wastin’ my time if not.”

Selene scoffed again and rolled her eyes.

“The reservation was 45 minutes ago, so no. I’m not going nowhere with you, Theo,” Selene snapped, turning to head back into her house.

It was at that moment that Theo made his first fatal mistake. He snatched Selene by her upper arm, pulling the girl toward him forcefully. Steve restrained himself.

Slow and steady.

“Nah, bitch. I ain’t come out here for nothing. Either we eating or we fuckin’. Your choice.”

“Let me go, Theo. I don’t owe you shit.”

Selene tried to pull away, but Theo pushed her against the brick wall of her apartment.

“You gone do what the fuck I tell you to do. You run that mouth so much, how about you show me what it do.”

Mistake two. Steve was seeing red and ready to jump from the shadows. He close his eyes to compose himself but could feel his rage steadily rising. But then he heard a groan and the sound of a fist connecting with a face.

“Get your fucking hands off me, Theo. I ain’t nobody’s bitch.”

Steve watched as Selene’s fist connected with Theo’s face again, causing the dude to fall into his rusted jalopy. Selene turned to leave, not noticing Theo preparing to lunge at her. Steve took his chance.

He leaped forward and pulled Theo backward, snatching him up by the collar. He could smell the cheap alcohol on Theo’s breath. Steve punched him in the face for a third time, causing the drunken man to fall on his ass. Theo stumbled to his feet, attempting to tackle him, but Steve maneuvered around the staggering man and pushed him to the ground.

“The fuck are you doing, man? Get outta here,” Steve shouted, kicking Theo in his back.

Steve turned to Selene, immediately checking her for injuries. She stepped back, looking at him confused.

“Steve, what the hell are you doing here? Wh–”

“Relax, relax,” He interrupted, trying to placate her. “I was leaving my cousin’s place and I heard him. I wanted to help.”

She relaxed for a moment, wrapping her arms around herself. She tucked a stray coil behind her ear.

“W-well thank you. I didn’t really need your help but I appreciate it.”

He cautiously placed his hands on Selene’s shoulders, relishing in the feeling of her silky smooth skin under his hands.

“Selene, is he always like that?”

She shrugged. “When he drinks, yeah. But I can handle myself. Ain’t shit he gone do to me that I don’t want done.”

Pride rose in Steve’s chest. Most girls said things like that. Things that downplayed the abuse they faced, but Steve knew Selene meant it. Wasn’t shit gonna happen to his baby and definitely not while he was around. It was then that Steve knew he loved her. Fully and completely.

She could take care of herself, yes, but she wouldn’t have to anymore. Steve loved fiercely and fully, willing to do whatever it took to protect his loved ones. And Selene was obviously the love of his life.

Steve started to speak, but the bastard on the ground clearly didn’t get enough of having his ass beat.

“You need some white ass, Superman-looking nigga to save you? Bitch, I knew you wasn’t shit with yo’ fat ass.”

Theo laughed scathingly as Steve watched the look of pain flash across Selene’s face. She immediately schooled her features into an impassive mask, but Steve saw it. He saw how the words affected her. And it pissed him off.

Strike three.

He took a heavy breath before turning on Theo. It was as if he blacked out, his body moving before his mind could catch up. His fists moved of their own volition, slamming into Theo’s face. Theo’s hands flailed, smacking at Steve a few times but those weak slaps and scratches didn’t phase him. Steve was shouting but he had no idea what he was even saying. His rage blinded him as he put all his effort into destroying the man that hurt his girl.

“Steve! Steve, stop! You’re gonna fucking kill him,” Selene screamed. “Please!”

“Let him die,” Steve growled in response.

Theo was barely conscious by this point, probably near death, as Steve reared back to land one more fatal punch. Selene grabbed his arm mid-swing.

“Steve,” She said slowly. “You gotta stop. This ain’t the hood. Someone is gonna call the fucking cops.”

Steve gritted his teeth, trying to ignore the calming effect her touch had on him. With a frustrated sigh, Steve got up. Theo’s head rolled to the side and for a chilling moment he went completely limp, but then he coughed and groaned in pain. Satisfied, he turned back to Selene with his eyes blazing. Danger radiated off him in waves.

“You better have a good fucking reason for stopping me.”

Selene swallowed slowly, gently grabbing his arm.

“Let’s go inside. Let’s get you cleaned up before the police come.”

Steve allowed her to tug his arm forward, letting her guide him into the apartment. He hesitated at the threshold, looking over his shoulder at Theo.

“Watch your fucking mouth, bitch,” He spit at the barely conscious man on the ground.

Then, he allowed Selene to pull him into the apartment.

Steve sat in silence for a while as Selene moved through different rooms in her apartment. While he waited, Steve looked around.

It was almost how he had imagined. Decorated minimally but with tons of personality. The color scheme was shades of orange and yellow with white accents. The pictures on her wall were afro-centric with a few plants spread around the space. It looked so much like her. Simple but vibrant and enticing.

The plush yellow sofa he sat on was adjacent to the door, facing a nicely sized television with a small glass coffee table between the two. Steve felt like he could make himself at home there.

There was a kitchen area separated by a pass-through with little bar stools in front of it.

Selene rounded the corner, with a first aid kit and a bowl of water.

She sat gingerly on the glass table in front of him, avoiding eye contact. Steve stared at her unabashedly, waiting for her to speak. She didn’t.

Instead, she took his hands in hers and started to clean them, dipping a rag from the kit in the bowl occasionally. When she felt his hands were cleaned well enough, she put ointment on them and wrapped them in gauze.

Then, she moved on to the scratches on his face. For the first time since they came into the apartment, she met his eyes. Steve could see the conflict in them and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her until she was breathless.

She looked away, focusing on his wounds instead. He hissed a little as the antiseptic touched his skin and she giggled lightly. A large grin broke out on Steve’s face at the sound.

“Something funny?”

She met his eyes again, her hand resting on his cheek. Her eyes were light for the first time since Steve arrived at her apartment. His smile softened and he rested his hand on top of hers. She swallowed thickly, biting her lip.

“Well?” Steve whispered.

They leaned in slowly, hesitantly. But at the last second, Selene looked away and separated herself from Steve.

“Uh, you’ll need to put some ointment on your scratches. A-And you’ll have to take off your shirt. You can’t have all that blood on your shirt when you leave.”

“I don’t think it really matters with the comatose guy lying on the ground outside your apartment. You called the cops, right?”

Selene nodded, pacing away from him. Her hands covered her midsection as she fiddled with her fingers.

“Yeah, the ambulance. But…this wouldn’t be the first time the cops got a call about Theo. He’s a bit of a nuisance if you couldn’t tell.”

Understatement of the fucking year.

Still, Steve pulled his shirt over his head in one swift motion. He heard her breath hitch and smirked a little.

“Yeah, well what are you gonna tell them about his…condition?” Steve asked.

“He got into a drunken fight with another drunk who ran off when I threatened to call the cops.”

Steve nodded, considering her words.

“Cool. Okay, then.”

Selene nodded, pursing her lips. She wrapped her arms around herself and seemed to be considering her words before she spoke again.

“Steve, what are you doing here?”

“I got a cousin in the area, two doors down actually. I was walking to my car,” He lied easily.

“Oh for real? He lives in 2B?”

“Yeah, something like that. He needed help with his TV.”

“Oh. Well, that’s funny ‘cause I don’t recall any men staying with Ms. Carter. She’s a widow.”

He blinked. Maybe she wasn’t as clueless as he’d thought.

“W-well, I can explain–”

“Save it, Steve. I’m not fucking stupid. What are you doing here?”

Maybe it was the way she had spoken to him or the distrust in her eyes, but something inside of Steve cracked. Something dark and possessive, twisting and curving like black ink, coursed through his veins. It consumed him in a way that could only be satiated by devouring her entirely.

“No, you are.”

“Excuse me? What are you talking about?”

Steve stood and crossed to her, his full height dwarfing hers as he backed her against the wall of her island counters. Both hands caged her head between him and the wall. Selene took a heavy breath, trying her best to look unbothered.

But Steve knew he was affecting her. He could almost see the lustful spark in her eyes.

“You are fucking stupid because you wasted your time on that fucking waste of space —

He moved his mouth to her ear, his voice lowering.

—when I have been right here.”

He pushed off the wall, putting some space between him and Selene.

Slow and steady, he reminds himself. So, he takes a calming breath.

“You’ve been giving yourself to a man who isn’t worth more than the dirt under your fucking boot,” Steve all but growls. “So, I got fucking tired of it.”

“That’s not your place, Steve! I’m a grown woman. I can handle myself!” Selene shouted, moving toward him.

“Does it look like I give a fuck? Cause I don’t,” He shot back, inching forward as well. “You’re mine. And it’s time you act like it.”

“Excuse me? Who the fuck are you talking to!”

Selene closed the space between them, attempting to shove him backward but he grabbed her hands the moment they touched his firm chest.

“Stop it,” He said. “I won’t tell you again.”

That dangerous edge rolled off him again, swirling around Selene like an intoxicating scent. She took a shallow breath, finding herself lost in his intense glare. They were a soft blue that darkened as he cupped her face gently. The heat of his gaze brought out the green tone of his eyes, causing a riot to break loose inside Selene. The danger in his eyes spread through her like a thick black haze, infecting her insides and muddling her brain. Her eyes flickered down to his lips as she bit hers again.

Selene leaned in closer, “Steve…” She whispered. “I— I don’t even know you.”

Their lips were only a breath apart. “You will,” He whispered.

Then, their lips crashed together. He dominated her easily with his mouth as her hands found his hips, stroking his v-lines and the outline of his abs. Her hands felt like heaven on his skin as he held the back of her head, deepening the kiss.

She moaned into his mouth, fiddling with the button on his jeans. He pushed her hands away, grinning as they parted.

“Eager? Don’t worry, baby, you’ll get what you want. But there is something I want first.”

He took her hand, leading her over to the couch. He sat, looking up at her expectantly.

“I think you should thank me. Don’t you?”

Selene smiled coyly, kneeling in front of him slowly.

“Yeah..I should.”

She undid his jeans, helping him maneuver his pants and boxers down. Steve’s dick sprung free, full and erect. He released a sigh of relief that turned into a groan as she gently took him in her hands.

She could barely hide the surprise on her face as her hand could barely wrap around his cock. Steve wasn’t too long, but definitely longer than average and he was thick as hell.

The thought of him stretching her open had Selene’s pussy clenching as a new wave of lust crashed over her. Slick, wet arousal filled her panties as she licked her lips, leaning forward to take him in her mouth.

She started slowly, using her tongue to tease up his shaft. She then licked from the base to the tip, flattening her tongue and making sure to flick the base of his tip. She relished in the moans coming from him and took that as a cue to go further. She sucked his tip in her mouth, humming happily as he bucked his hips.

Meanwhile, Steve was in heaven. He could barely think as she swirled around the tip, teasing it with little flicks of her tongue. With one hand resting on his thigh, she brought the other up to massage his balls as she took more of him in her mouth.

As the sensation of her sucking him off and massaging his balls ran through him, Steve had to restrain himself from saying those three little words. Instead, he said them on repeat in his head like a mantra.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Steve’s hands flew to Selene’s head, trying to be mindful of her carefully done hair. She started to move her mouth rapidly up and down his shaft, gagging as she tried to take all of him. Steve’s breath hitched as he hit the back of her throat each time she took him deeper.

Unable to control himself, he started thrusting into her mouth. His actions drew loud whimpers and moans from her as she relaxed her jaw and allowed him to fuck her face.

Feeling himself coming close, he pulled her off him with a satisfying pop.

Removing his clothes all the way, he stroked himself as he watched her stand and strip out of her clothes. She hesitated at her skirt but turned her back to him, pulling it down. Steve frowned.

He would kill every son of a bitch that ever made this woman feel bad about her body.

Selene was toned, sure, but being a thicker girl meant having more to love in certain areas. Specifically the stomach area. But Steve felt it added to her sex appeal and for her to hide was offensive to him.

“Princess, don’t do that. Don’t hide from me. Get over here.”

Selene turned around, her arms wrapped around her midsection. She stepped over to him, her eyes downcast. Steve reached for her and positioned her over his hard cock. She shifted, desperate to sink down onto his waiting erection. But Steve held her hips firmly, waiting for her to make eye contact.

When she did, he finally spoke.

“You don’t hide from me, you got that? You’re mine. You’re beautiful.”

Selene averted her eyes again.

“Look at me, Selene.”

Selene hesitated. She wasn’t used to taking orders, but something in her wanted to please him. It went against everything she believed in. Submitting to a white man? Hell no. But still, Selene found herself nodding slowly, meeting his eyes.

“I hear you. Now, are you gonna fuck me or what?”

At her words, Steve grinned and bucked his hips upward. He slid his cock against her wet folds, the sound of her wetness filling the room. Her tight grip on his shoulders, the burn of her nails digging into his flesh, anchored him as his head rolled back on the couch. Feeling her wetness drove him absolutely wild but he worked hard to savor the moment– to let her feel exactly what she did to him.

Steve wanted to take his time with her but his restraint slowly fell apart the more needy her moans grew.

Slow and steady, slow and steady, slow and—

“Steve, please. I need it,” She whined.

And just like that. His resolve snapped.

“Fuck it,” Steve growled, flipping them over.

He threw her leg over his shoulder, the other resting on the back of the couch, and finally slid home. Steve’s eyes rolled to the back of his head at how tight Selene was.

“Fuck,” He hissed. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, baby. Made for me.”

Selene cried out at the drag of his cock as he pulled out, biting back a scream as he slammed back in. He held her leg tightly on his shoulder as he pumped in and out of her at a rapid pace, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. Her tits bounced in tandem with his movements as he fucked her deeper.

Passion ignited the air as Steve finally laid claim to the beautiful woman beneath him. He leaned down, pressing their lips together, swallowing her moans. She pulled him closer, her nails raking down his back.

“You like that? You like the way I fuck you?” Steve teased, his voice breathy and deep.

“Yes, yes,” She sobbed, feeling dizzy with pleasure. Tears leaked from her eyes at the pleasurable burn Steve’s dick provided. She had never felt so full before.

“Who do you belong to, Selene? Tell me whose pussy this is.”

“Yours! I’m yours!” She screamed. “Steve, I’m so close. I feel like—“

A sharp cry escaped her lips as she clenched tightly around his shaft. Steve’s head fell back.

“Fuck yes, baby. Good girl.”

He fucked her through her orgasm, feeling himself reaching his peak. Closer, closer—

Then sirens sounded outside.

Steve stilled, panting quietly. Selene’s eyes widened as she peeked over his shoulder, watching the blue lights flash. And seeing those lights sent a thrill through Steve.

Then, he had a devious idea.

“It’s the fucking cops,” She whispers. “Steve—“

He shushed her, pulling out. She winced at the loss but became confused as Steve pulled her from the couch and over by the door.

He pushed her against the wall, hiking her leg up around his waist. He slid back into her, covering her mouth with his hand when she let out a loud gasp.

Steve started to move inside her, angling himself just right so he could pull those beautiful cries from her throat.

“You better be quiet, princess,” He taunted. “Unless you want them to hear you fucking the man who beat the shit out of your ex-boyfriend.”

Selene whined, her eyes rolling back as he hit that spot deep inside her. Her pussy clenched around him, drawing a low groan from Steve. He grinned.

“You would love that, wouldn’t you? You would love to have them walk in and find me shooting my load into this tight cunt, wouldn’t you?”

Selene pulled him closer, feeling herself rise to a higher peak.

“Oh my god,” She whispered, her voice tight. “Steve, I’m so close.”

“Again?”

She nods into his shoulder, pulling him as close as she possibly can. Steve lifts Selene up, both legs around his waist now, fucking into her harder. Selene’s head rolls back onto the wall, her face entirely blissed out.

Anchoring her between his pelvis and the wall, Steve eased a finger between the two of them and rubbed her clit in tight circles.

“Come on,” He urged. “Do it, princess.”

Selene came with a scream, her hands tangled in Steve’s hair. Her body seized up, trapping his dick inside of her as he continued to give her slow, deep pumps. The look of pure ecstasy on her face, and the rough tug she gave his roots as he continued to fuck her, sent him reeling. He pulled out quickly, spinning her around. She braced against the wall and poked her ass out, desperate for more of him.

Instead, Steve jerked himself off spilling his seed on her back and ass. Selene moaned at the sensation, resting her head against the wall.

They stayed there in silence, cum and sweat rolling down Selene’s back. Their heavy breaths filled the space between them. Steve held himself up on the wall, on hand still gripping her waist. Selene’s legs shook from the effort it took to remain standing. With a breathless laugh, Steve started to speak but–

“Uh. The young man outside has been taken to the hospital. Would you like to make a statement?”

The voice came from the other side of the door. He sounded young, new to the job, and unsure how to proceed.

Steve and Selene both stifled laughs as he moved away to grab his discarded shirt. He wiped down Selene’s back and she turned to him, pressing a heated kiss to his lips. Steve immediately deepened the kiss, gripping her ass as he pulled her closer.

The officer on the other side of the door cleared his throat awkwardly and spoke again—

“I’ll just leave my card.”

With that, the screen door closed and the sound of sirens pierced through the air.

But the couple didn’t hear them, too drunk on one another to care about anything else.

Steve was the first to pull away for a breath, grinning widely at her.

“How about we get cleaned up, princess? I think I have some scratches on my back you should look at.”

Selene laughed, taking his hand and leading him toward the bathroom.

Steve knew they would need to talk soon, but for now, he was content to fuck her like she deserved and worship her body. Because now that he had gotten a taste, he wasn’t going to let her go. She was his and he was going to make sure she knew that. Besides, she didn’t seem bothered by who Steve really was.

She seemed content with the dark thing that lurked inside of him. She had seen it. Felt it move inside of her as she writhed underneath him and came with bated breath. Selene seemed comfortable with him. Perhaps it was wishful thinking but…maybe she loved him, too.

Slow and steady, He reminded himself.

He had time to make her love him. And he would do whatever he needed to, and get rid of whoever, in order for that to happen. Though he didn’t think it would take much time at all for her to see they were meant to be.

Because maybe there was something dark inside her, too.

Slow and Steady, He thought as he hoisted her up in the shower and slid into her with ease.

Slow and Steady.

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Lay All Your Love on Me

Rating: E - (EXPLICIT - MINORS DNI!)

Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x F!Reader

Warnings: (This is gonna be a lot) Toxic habits in relationships. Ezra being stubborn and not taking no as an answer (seriously, unhealthy, but this is not a huge issue). Stalking. Murder (both senseless and in self-defense). Desire. Obsession. An almost sexual assault (this is brief and there is nothing descriptive and it ends before anything major happens). Two lovers who are legitimately crazy for one another. Becomes a bit of a Bonnie-and-Clyde situation by the end (but with a happy ending!). Two POV switches (starts with Reader, brief glimpse to Ezra, then back to Reader for the remainder). Suggestive language. Adult language. Sexual situations. Using sex as a coping mechanism kinda?? Probably a ton more that I’m not recalling so seriously, if there are any warnings that I missed please let me know and I will add them in. Oh also this is not proof-read at all so there’s that too.

Word Count: 7.5k

Summary!: This is a spiritual successor to one of my very first one shots “Never Ever Getting Rid of Me” (read here). Be warned though, they’re both on v e r y opposing sides of the spectrum and uh basically, THIS IS GONNA GET DARK, Y’ALL.

A/N: Please be prepared to suspend your disbeliefs for just about everything! Realistically, I trust that my audience is well-informed and knows that this is fanfiction and should not be taken 100% seriously, HOWEVER, considering the subject matter, let me say: NONE OF THE BEHAVIORS DISPLAYED IN THIS WORK SHOULD BE ADMIRED, REPLICATED, OR CONDONED IN REAL LIFE EVER. THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY AND NONE OF THE BEHAVIORS SHOWN HERE ARE HEALTHY, GOOD, OR SMART. THAT'S IT. PLEASE USE VIEWER DISCRETION FROM THIS POINT ONWARD. Other than that, say a little prayer, turn the lights down, and enjoy the show. :)

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“Please, darlin’ give me another chance?” The hurt look in his brown eyes stings, but you act unaffected, shaking your head as you step further back into your home, away from the newly opened front door.

“Ezra, this is the last time we’re doing this. I need space.” You repeat what you’ve said to him what feels like a million times in the last two weeks.

“I know, I know sweetheart. I just- I can’t understand what went wrong! Did something happen? Did I do something? I thought things were going exceedingly well between us!” As much as you want to, you can’t argue with that. Things had been going “exceedingly well” as he put it. Having been together for about a year at this point, things were on the verge of becoming serious with you two. And, frankly, that had terrified you. You knew you were usually The Runner in your relationships and this had been no different. Ezra, this relationship, your feelings, it was all perfect. Too perfect. So, you had broken things off on a random whim when he had finally said the three words that always sent you running: I love you. The deep, wounded puppy-dog pathetic-ness you had seen in his eyes that night was the same one that you saw now.

“They were, and now they’re not, ok? Now please, just leave.” You say.

“Baby, please-” You close the door before he can get another word out, not wanting to hear a new round of begging. You wait a few minutes by the door before you finally hear his quiet steps as he leaves. As much as it hurts, you know this is for the best. Soon, he’ll get over you. Soon, he’ll move on. He just needs an incentive. And you know just what kind to give him.

“That cute guy over at table 9 keeps looking your way, hun.” Cee says as she picks up the order of pancakes, extra-crispy bacon and orange juice for table 4. Your eyes drift to table 9 and the guy sitting there quickly averts his gaze, slightly going red in the face as he forces his eyes to focus on the open menu in his hands. You smile gently, making your way over and bringing your notebook and pen out.

“Good morning, can I start you off with something to drink, or are you ready to order?” You ask kindly, putting on your best smile.

“I uh, I’ll have a coffee please.” He says, pushing his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose.

“Absolutely. I’ll be right back with that.” He smiles and nods and you go to grab him a fresh cup. Over small talk over the course of the interaction, he asks you for your number and you smile, providing it for him. He’s charming - in an awkward sort of way. He’s funny too, and seems sweet enough. Oddly, he reminds you of Ezra in some ways. He tells you that he’s new in town, just passing through as he looks for a place to start over, but he plans to stay for a couple weeks. You tell him that’s wonderful and you’d love to show him around some time. Despite the nice encounter, you feel the hair at the back of your neck stand on end, unable to shake the feeling of being watched. You all but forget about it when you rejoin Cee at the counter, putting your $15 tip from the man you now know as Henry into your apron pocket.

“So???” Cee asks hopefully as you grab a fresh plate of blueberry stacks for Mr. Whitmore at table 12.

“We planned a little something in a couple of weeks before he moves on to another town, ok?”

“Great! Ok you gotta call me afterwards and give me all the details.�� You wave her off dismissively as a couple of customers line up at the register to pay for their meals.

He can’t handle this. Not this, anything but this. All he can see as he closes his eyes is his beloved girl’s smile as she kept talking to that idiot. That smile that makes him feel like lungs are collapsing, like his heart is close to exploding. That smile that’s had him head over fucking heels since he laid eyes on her. That smile that he’s claimed as his. Now that smile was going to some random schmuck who, if he had to bet, probably couldn’t even get it up. There was no way that nonentity could satisfy her like he could. Ezra knew it and she knew it... She knew it right? He tries to shake it from his memory but the very image of that interaction is seared into his brain, cloaked in red. The very same red of his boiling blood as his mind goes into a frenzy. He feels the desire to break each and every one of that loser’s teeth over take him, leaving him with a metallic taste in his mouth and a sour feeling in his abdomen. His hands clench and unclench into tense fists as he paces his apartment floor, the knuckles strained white against his skin. While a part of him yearns to show up on her door and get down on his knees, begging her to take him back like he’s done so many times these past couple of weeks, the other, louder part of him wants nothing more than to see that fuckwit gone. If he could think, just think for one goddamn second and get his emotions under control he could will himself to calm down but he can’t. All he feels is anger and betrayal burning through him as hot as a thousand suns. He’s not sure if he wants to die or kill but anything would be better than this unbearable burning within him. He’s spent all hours of the night trying to tame it but it’s impossible. Before he can stop himself, he’s grabbing his car keys and storming out the front door, slamming his apartment door behind him as he makes his way into the early dawn.

As your date with Henry draws closer, the feeling of being watched grows more and more persistent. Before you know it, you find yourself glancing over your shoulder as you’re walking around town, when shopping, when doing just about anything. At night, the feeling is worse, no longer dulled by the company of others. It’s driving you mad. The descent is quick. Especially when it begins to disturb your sleep. You’re exhausted both alone and at work. It disturbs the easy flow of the diner, and your regular flirty big-tippers have even begun to stay away. Still, you try to put on a brave face, not letting it affect your mood while on the clock too much.

“Sweetie, you’ve got a box waiting for you in the backroom! Just arrived a few minutes ago!” Your elderly coworker Dolores calls to you. You’ve just begun refilling the napkins dispensers. You nod and set everything on the counter.

“Ok, I’ll take a look, thanks Dolores!” You head to the back, just as Cee comes out from the bathroom, wiping her washed hands on her clean apron.

“What’s that?” She asks as you both walk over to the black box. It’s fairly large, with the box made of sturdy cardstock and tied with a white bow. There’s a card attached to it. You grab it and it has a simple inscription: Tu Semper Eris Mei.

“You’ve got a secret admirer!” Cee says, smiling as she reads over the card. “What is that? Spanish?” She asks.

“Pretty sure it’s not.” You roll your eyes as you untie the box. “It’s probably Ezra, Cee.” But no, it isn’t. It can’t be. Ezra wouldn’t send you a dozen red roses with…

“Is that blood???” Cee asks, and she shrieks, causing you to react, pushing the box away from you. Your blood runs cold as you push the flowers aside, as your eyes zero in on the fresh blood drenching the flowers. Some of it is drying down, but the rest continues dripping, pooling at the bottom edge of the box.

“What the actual fuck?” Cee asks, sounding horrified. “What kind of sick fuck would do something like this?”

You haven’t spoken in a long time, frozen in place as you reach out and brush the petals of one of the roses against your fingers. It’s velvet soft and you feel a thrill run down your spine. Cee calls your name and it’s like you’ve been awoken from a dream. You jump and drop the box back down on the counter. You turn and she’s looking at you in concern, her eyes searching for an equally horrified expression that mirrors her own. But you don’t feel horrified… instead you feel… oddly flattered? And that terrifies you more than the contents of the box.

“Are you ok?” She asks, walking over to you and squeezing your elbow gently as a show of comfort. You nod, shaking out of it.

“Yeah, sorry, just shocked I guess.”

“Yeah no shit. Should we file a report? Call the police?” She asks, her eyes again going to the box. You both turn as you hear your names being called by Dolores, likely already needing your help.

“No, no I- uh… look it’s probably just some sick prank. Here, I’ll just get rid of these. You go help Dolores, I’ll be out in a sec.” You say, grabbing the box.

“Are you sure?” Cee asks, already fixing her apron.

“Yeah, absolutely. I’ll be fine.” You offer her a tight smile and, despite the doubt in her eyes, she does as you suggest, calling out to Dolores as she goes. You grab the box, irritated now. You walk over to the trash can, glad that it's empty. You huff and throw in the entire box - flowers and all - before you cry out as you feel a sharp sting on your index finger.

“Fuck!” You pull your hand away and see that one of the thorns must’ve pricked it. You stare at the droplet of blood that collects on the tip of your finger, hypnotized as it overflows slightly and drips down the side. You get the oddest sensation of being watched and look up, glancing around the room, but obviously there’s nothing. You finally shake the daze away a final time, wiping the blood on the inner bottom hem of your dress before making your way back out to the front, willing your thoughts back into work mode.

“So, I’m probably jumping the gun a bit but in case it doesn’t work out with Henry… I have this friend…” Cee starts. You groan, shaking your head. You walk over to the nearest booth, cleaning up the table as Cee wipes down the booth beside yours. The shift was fast, ending before you could even process it. What had transpired in the kitchen now living in the back of your mind.

“Cee, not again, please?” You beg.

“You haven’t even heard what I’m gonna say!” She says defensively, grabbing the dirty rag and taking it to a bin of rags/towels to wash.

“That’s because I already know where this is headed! You’re gonna give me that whole ‘He’s a great guy, really sweet, you both will have so much fun together!’ speech again and I’m gonna end up at another shitty bar, way overdressed and trying to make conversation with a wet napkin!” She rolls her eyes, walking back over to you.

“Okay so the last few dates weren’t a good match for you but I know this one will be! Look, his name is Adam and he’s my sister’s co-worker! He likes to paint, and he makes an amazing Pasta Carbonara! C’mon, hun, I told him about you and he really wants to meet you! Can I give him your number and get the ball rolling?” She gives you her best puppy eyes and you sigh, shaking your head.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” you mumble more to yourself than her. “Alright, fine. One date. Just tell him to text me and we can see where it goes, ok?” She grins and hugs you.

“You won’t regret this, promise!” She happily goes to the kitchen, likely to get her phone from where it’s charging. You go back to your cleaning but stop when a burst of lightning goes off, thunder following it a moment later. You curse under your breath and quickly remove your apron, hanging it up and quickly timing out using both yours and Cee’s timecards.

“Ready to go?” You ask as you grab your things from the storage locker, handing Cee her things.

“Oh yeah, that was a thunderstorm wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, big one, headed straight for us. We better go before it starts coming down.”

The day of the date finally comes and goes in a blur. Henry hasn’t reached out, but you hope that your plans are still on. The skies have been a dark grey since yesterday’s storm but there’s no forecast of bad weather. As you’re cleaning up, your phone vibrates in your pocket, you see that a text from Henry has finally arrived, confirming your plans. Pleased, you respond back quickly, letting him know that you’ll meet up with him at the nearest park, knowing that the nightly Trader’s Market opens at sundown. It’s a nice date choice, a common one for both you and Ezra. As your ex comes into your mind again, you realize he hasn’t bothered you once the last few weeks. Not since you slammed your front door in his face. You’re surprised at the sting that you feel at that, but you brush it off. Maybe he finally got the message.

Once outside your front door, you spot the box tucked behind one of your large potted plants. You go cold as you see that it’s the same color, size, and tied with the same ribbon as the flowers from yesterday. Don’t pick it up, don’t pick it up. You do anyway, unable to stop yourself. Your spine tenses as that familiar sensation from before returns and you distract yourself by grabbing the box tighter and then fishing your housekeys out of your bag. You unlock your door and go inside, locking both the main door and the deadbolt once inside. You place the box on your kitchen table, set your things down, and decide to stop the tense dread you feel. Finally, you open the box.

It’s beautiful, the skirt stopping right at your calves. The design is simple but beautiful, an off-white that’s closer to the color of fresh cream than stark white. The material is light, but feels expensive to the touch. The corset is sturdy, but comfortable, form-fitting, with two strings of ribbon that criss-cross and are meant to tie at the back. You place it close to your form. It’s perfect. Wait, who sent this? You look for a card as you set the dress carefully on the table. It falls out from the corner of the top of the box. Again, no inscription, just the same phrase as before. You pull up your phone and type it into the search bar. It’s Latin, to your surprise. Who bothered to know Latin these days? The meaning makes your blood go ice cold. You’ll Always Be Mine.

You jump and curse out loud as another roll of thunder scares the bejeezus out of you. You take a moment to look in the mirror and make sure your makeup looks good. Almost perfect, just needs a little more mascara. You unscrew the cap of the mascara tube and swirl it in the bullet to get plenty of product. You remove the brush from the bullet and lean closer to the mirror in order to get close enough to add a final layer of mascara. It’s been about half an hour since you’ve begun getting ready for the date, showering and deciding to wear your new dress at the last minute. It was the nicest thing you owned now.

“Oh fuck!” You yell as the lights all suddenly go out. You continue cursing under your breath as you fumble around for your phone. You find it fairly quickly but curse again when you see that it’s down to twenty percent. At that moment, a text from Henry comes in, letting you know that due to the sudden electrical storm, he wouldn’t be able to meet tonight. You type back a quick, short reply and feel the relief wash over you of not having to finish getting ready. You walk into the kitchen, going to the cabinet under the sink where you usually store the candles. You grab a couple, since you’re not currently sure how long this outage will last. You also grab a lighter from the junk drawer under the spice drawer. Your phone dies just as you’re lighting the wick and you let out a huff of frustration.

“What the hell do you think you’re doin’, sweetheart?” The low drawl makes you jump out of your skin and you turn to see Ezra standing there. Gone is the neutral attire he usually dons, instead dressed in all-black clothing, devoid of any light or brightness. The look on his face is a quiet fury that you know you’ve never seen on his face before.

“Ezra? What are you doing in my apartment??” You ask. He doesn’t respond, just glowers at the dress in your hands.

“Are you wearin’ my gift for him?” He asks, and his voice somehow goes lower. You glance at it then at him.

“You sent this?” You ask, but he ignores your question.

“Are you??”

“Who, Ezra?”

“That fucking pervert from the diner.”

“The perv-“ You realize who he’s referring to and shake your head, an uncomfortable laugh escaping you, but it dies in your throat when you see the pure rage in his eyes. You clear your throat, your adrenaline spiking. “Ezra, he was just some customer. I wasn’t going to-“

“Don’t.” He warns, stepping towards you. “Don’t you dare think you’ll get away with lyin’ to me, sweetheart.” Now you’re offended. “Is this what you’ve been doin’ all this time, hmm?” He stays away and every part of you wishes that he would just come closer. “Fuckin’ some random asshole so you can try to get me out of your system?” You cross your arms over your chest, trying not to let yourself get riled up, trying to focus on your anger instead as you silently glare at him.

“Answer me!” He yells, and you flinch, surprised. He had never so much as raised his voice at you. Not even when he was mad at you, the few times he had been. His anger was always quiet, internal. He really only expressed it once the anger was gone, either gotten over or buried so deep it would never see the light of day.

“No, damnit! And even if I was, it’s none of your business!” You yell back and he finally comes closer, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Wrong! It is my business because no one should be seeing you in that dress other than me!” His eyes are burning at you, making your skin feel like it’s been set on fire.

“Ha!” You say, leaning towards him with a stern look on your face. “You don’t own me, Ezra.”

“Wrong again, sweetheart. You’re mine as much as I am yours.” He growls quietly and a hot shiver runs down your spine as his eyes bore into you, daring you to challenge his claim on you. It finally all clicks together.

“It was you wasn’t it??” You ask, and your voice holds a tinge of horror but also intrigue. He raises an eyebrow in silent question. “The-The flowers. The blood. It was you??” Your tone isn’t accusatory, it’s actually full of genuine surprise.

“Yes it was.” Even after that admission, you’re shaking your head in denial as you step away from him, a laugh of disbelief stumbling its way out of your throat. If it was him, where did he get the blood?

“Oh god, oh fuck, Henry.”

“There you go. You got it.” He repeats, his honesty genuine.

“Wait, you saw us that day at the diner. You’ve-You’ve been watching me. You’ve been using his phone to answer my texts??”

“Stalking is the preferred term, sweetheart. Yes I have.” His tone is flippant and it makes you angry. It all hits you now and you feel acid in the pit of your stomach. Still, a part of you is begging you to deny it. Whoever this was, it wasn’t Ezra, it just couldn’t be. I mean this was the man who preferred to just capture a bug and set it outside rather than kill it because ‘it’s still a life, sweetheart.’ So to hear that he had possibly just murdered someone was impossible for you to come to terms with. He possibly just murdered someone.

“What did you do, Ezra?” You ask, unable to mask the terror that overtakes your face. You feel your heart rate pick up, and there’s a ringing in your ears.

“You need me to spell it out for you, pretty thing?” He asks, one side of his mouth quirking up into a rueful smile. RUN your body screams, so you do, bolting out of the room and further into the house. The candle goes out immediately, and you drop it instantly. You run down the hallway, and back into the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind you. You almost go for the window, but his voice stops you.

“You know I’d never hurt you.” His voice is growing louder, and you know he’s followed you, but you don’t hear loud footfalls as if he’s running towards you. He’s walking then. You have some time. “Despite everything in me telling me I should, I can’t!” He yells now and the suddenness of it spurs you into action. You glance around the room and spot your nightstand drawer. You reach in there blindly and pull out,

“Son of a bitch!” You whisper to yourself as your fingers grip the cylindrical body of your vibrator. What? You’ve been lonely. Something that wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t dumped the only man who ever actually made you come. Your inner rationale snaps back. Along with the murder on your hands now. Thank you brain for being so condescending and useless while my life is literally in danger! A knock on the door makes you jump and you drop the vibrator back into the drawer, which you slam shut. Your eyes drop down and you see your only saving grace now, getting down flat on your stomach as you slither under your bed. He speaks again, this time his voice eerily quiet,

“Darlin’, open the door.” He pleads, his voice stable and quiet. You don’t respond, don’t even breathe as you wait him out. You hear him sigh and a minute later hear the door knob jiggling. There’s a click and a slight creak as the door slides open. He must’ve picked the lock. Where the fuck did he learn that? His steps are heavy, but muffled by the carpet. You watch his boots to your right linger still for a few minutes, and can see him in your mind’s eye, scanning the room. You watch his feet move and hear him go to the closet and open it loudly, the double doors slamming against the wall. You place your hand over your mouth to silence your breathing as much as possible. Your heart is so loud in your ears, you’re praying to every deity in the universe that he won’t hear it. The adrenaline is making you tremble, and your breathing is becoming shaky and unstable. He goes into the closet, and flicks on the light switch, looking for you quietly. As he turns to look back into the bedroom, his gaze lands on you under the bed. Your blood goes cold as he smirks, raising an eyebrow.

“Got you.” You try to crawl out and run but he’s faster, grabbing you by your arms. His grip is firm, immobile, but you can tell he’s being careful not to bruise you. “You don't have to run from me.” He says, quietly.

“I do if you plan on killing me.” You reply, your voice too calm, too light in comparison to the panic running through you.

“I don’t plan on killing you.” He says, brushing your hair back from your eyes.

“Then what do you want, Ezra?” You ask.

“I want to remind you that my threats have never been hollow, darlin’. I keep my word, always.” He says. “Additionally, I’ve been dying to do this,” He cups the back of your head and brings your mouth to his, kissing you with a fervor that steals the breath from your lungs. His warmth, his scent, his taste immediately floods your senses and you melt against him, your knees almost buckling as you grab onto him. This is the fiercest kiss he’s ever given you and it’s sending you into a goddamn tailspin, everything in you begging for him. His tongue gently delves into your mouth and you open up to him immediately, whimpering quietly as he licks. When he pulls away from you, both of you running out of breath at the same time, his hand moves from your hair to cup your jaw. You open your eyes and the intensity in his gaze creates a lump in your throat. Before you can beg him to stay, he tears away from you like you’ve burned him. “No more. No more begging, no more pleading. If this is what you want, what you’re choosing, then I’ll leave you alone. I’ll stay close, to protect you. I’ll always protect you. But I won’t interfere anymore. Goodbye, sweetheart.” Without another word, he turns and leaves, closing your bedroom door. A few seconds later, you hear the front door close and you finally unfreeze from your shocked state, gently touching your bruised lips as you let out a shaky breath, hearing your racing heartbeat in your ears.

For the most part, he keeps true to his word. There’s no more strange happenings after this. No more odd disturbances in your atmosphere. Even the customers have noticed, freely flirting and offering compliments as you’re used to. But, there’s still that feeling of being watched, surveillanced. It sets you on edge, but not in the way it was before. Now, it’s this unaddressed want, need. It aches like you’ve never felt before. The urge to see him lives like a permanent itch under your skin that you can’t get rid of. The more days pass, the stronger it grows. And you know he feels it too, you’re unsure of how you know, but you do. Your brain begins to formulate a plan. It’s dangerous and stupid, probably the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, but stupidity be damned. You need him back.

“Adam’s getting impatient!” Cee calls out in a sing-song voice. She’s been mentioning him nearly every hour since you told her about Henry “cancelling your date.” You roll your eyes as you bring over your drinks. The bar is fairly quiet, an easy Friday night surprisingly. As you look around, you think you spot a familiar face in the crowd, but it’s gone as soon as you blink. It must have been him.

“Tell Adam we’re on for tonight.” You tell Cee, meeting her eyes.

“Wait, really?” She almost chokes on her beer in surprise, covering her mouth for a moment. You nod, making it seem nonchalant.

“Yeah, why not? Might as well, right?” You shrug, sipping your own drink. She lets out a short squeal of glee and nods, already pulling out her phone.

“You won’t regret this I promise! Oh he’s gonna be so excited!”

“I’m already regretting this.” You mutter to yourself as you try to psyche yourself up for your date. You’re dressed, this time in some simple jeans and a nice blouse. As you’re fixing your hair, the doorbell rings and you go to answer, taking a deep breath.

Turns out your suspicions were correct. This Adam guy was a total dumbass. He was simple enough, but he couldn’t hold a conversation, forcing you to ask him questions instead of having a proper talk. He’s also generally basic and boring. It doesn’t seem like he enjoys either of his hobbies or wants to talk about anything other than what he plans to do with his future. Another dud for Cee. You two eat dinner in an awkward silence, and your mind constantly goes to Ezra, wondering if he’s watching you bore yourself to death with Adam. Ezra would know how to have a conversation. He’d know how to ask and answer questions, how to show interest, how to tell good stories. He always told the best stories. As the night comes to an end, you two move to the couch, and you make sure to stay on one end, cuddling into the corner next to the coffee table with a metal paperweight. Adam has downed more than a couple glasses of wine and his speech is slurring just a bit, another thing you can’t stand. He smiles in that hazy-eyed way and moves a little closer.

“You’re really pretty you know.” He says and you offer a tight smile.

“Thanks, Adam.” You say.

“I know better than anyone how lonely it gets. It-” he cuts off with a hiccup, moving another inch closer. “It gets really lonely.”

“Yeah it does.” You say, nodding in agreement.

“Maybe… we can keep each other company, right?” He says, placing a hand on your knee. That makes you jump and you shoot up off of the couch.

“Look, this was a mistake, I shouldn’t have invited you here. I’m sorry.”

“I just got here and you’re kicking me out?” You’re surprised that he sounds so upset but you stand your ground.

“Like I said, I’m sorry. But I’m really not in the mood to have company. I thought I was but-”

“You… You invite me here to get me drunk and then, then you just-just expect me to leave??” He stands now and you shrink closer to the couch. His entire demeanor changes, a wicked glint in his eye. “No, I don’t think so.” You yell as you grab the paperweight from the table, ramming it into the side of his head. Once, twice. But then you just keep going. He moves back and drops to the floor. As you pull your hand back you see that the sharp edge of the weight pierced his skull and is now covered in blood that’s begun to drip down your hand. Confused, you move quickly and drop to the floor close to him. With a trembling hand, you touch the injury and watch as more blood coats your fingertips. The rest of it grows into a deep stain, much more quickly than you anticipated and some of it stains the knees of your pants before you notice and move back with a yelp.. The shock and horror of what you’ve just done quickly settles in, creating bile that rises in your throat. The world spins and you shut your eyes, shaking your head furiously.

“No, no, no, no, NO!” Tears stream down your face and you begin to hit your forehead with a closed fist, as if that will somehow will this entire awful night away.

“Sweetheart, look at me. Look at me!” You open your eyes, stopping your movements and Ezra is now crouching in front of you, at your direct eye level. You never heard him come in. “It’s ok. You’re ok. You’re safe. I’m here.” He says.

“No, no I’m not E-Ezra I just killed-!” Your voice teeters on hysteria but he cuts you off, placing his hands on your upper arms gently.

“Hey, listen to me: this was his fault. He attacked you. You were defending yourself.” He says, looking deeply into your eyes, trying to bring you back from the brink of insanity.

“I was defending myself…?” You try to repeat it, but it sounds wrong, ending in a question. Still, he nods slowly, encouraging you.

“Yes. You were defending yourself. Now, come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” You let him pull you up into a standing position and he pivots you back towards the bathroom.

“B-But Adam-!”

“Will be dealt with momentarily.” His voice remains calm, even. “Let me clean you up first, yeah?” He meets your eyes again and you nod, trusting him. He kisses your hair and resumes guiding you to the bathroom.

He’s fast, getting you cleaned up in about 20 minutes. You go into a state of dream-like catatonia, just barely aware of his voice soothing you and asking you for consent that this is all ok as he works. He showers you, scrubbing every inch of you clean, twice. You watch as the pink blood-and-water mixture trickles down the drain, and it feels like a scene from a movie. After he’s dried you off, it suddenly all hits you again. You begin crying, not realizing the loud sobs you hear are your own until he pulls you into him, holding you until you’ve calmed down. When your sobs turn to quiet gasps as you try to catch your breath, he leaves you. He finds you clothing to wear, and carefully helps you into them, the cotton of the pj set he’s chosen a soft, familiar comfort. You don’t realize he’s been speaking again until he places your phone in your hands as you sit on the edge of the bed.

“What?” You look up, finally meeting his eyes for the first time since your freak-out.

“I need you to call Cee. Act like you’re extremely disappointed. Tell her he never showed up. Tell her you’re upset. Can you do that?” He asks. You look down at your phone and nod, glad that you’re still feeling emotional from the situation in the bathroom. You numbly pull up her contact and call. She answers on the second ring.

“Hello?”

“H-Hey,” You say and feel oddly ridiculous for such a blase phrase. You can feel Ezra’s eyes on you but you ignore it, trying to focus on being as convincing as possible,

“Hey, hun. What’s wrong, is everything ok?” She asks. You barely notice Ezra leave you, making his way into the living room. You try not to think about what he’s about to do.

“Yeah, well I mean, no. A-Ad-” You voice cracks as you try to say his name so you give up, “he never showed up. We were supposed to meet at 8 at my apartment but he never showed up.”

“Wait, he stood you up?? Aw, hun, I’m so sorry. I thought he was a good guy!” You let out a soft laugh as tears spring to your eyes, wiping them away as they blur your vision.

“Me too, I thought so too.” You say, sniffling.

“Gosh, hun you’re taking this really hard, huh?”

“I just-I don’t know what happened! We were fine, or I thought we were fine and then-!``Your voice is rising again and you force yourself to calm down, imagining Ezra’s holding you as you take a deep breath. “Well, this happens.” You finish at a normal volume.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you into something if you weren’t ready. I knew there was a chance you were still hung up on Ezra and it was my mistake.”

“No, it’s ok, Cee. It’s not your fault.” It’s mine. You add mentally.

“You sound really upset. Do you want me to come over?” She asks.

“No!” You answer all too quickly and you wait a beat before backtracking. “Ezra’s here.”

“What? You’re back together??” She asks.

“Not exactly. He uh…” your brain scrambles for a convincing lie. “I called him. I was just really upset and I got kinda drunk and called him. He came to comfort me. He’s been taking care of me all night.” You hope this lie doesn’t come back to bite you in the ass, knowing you need to establish an alibi both for yourself and Ezra.

“Oh ok… well, that’s good, right? At least you’re both on good terms now.” She says, ever the optimist.

“Yeah, for sure. Look, I’m gonna head to bed. But I just wanted to let you know what was going on ok?”

“Of course, hun and again I’m so sorry. Adam’s an idiot and he’s gonna get it once I get my hands on him.” Not anymore he won’t. You try to laugh it off.

“I’m sure he will. Ok, goodnight. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Ok, let me know how things go with Ezra!” You roll your eyes and smile for the first time in hours, nodding.

“Ok, I will.”

“Ok, goodnight, bye hun!” She hangs up before you can say goodbye and you drop your phone screen-down on the bed. A wave of bone-deep exhaustion hits you and you fall onto the mattress next, turning on your side. You stare at your bedroom door until the exhaustion overtakes you and you fall into a dreamless sleep.

When you open your eyes again, the door is opening. It’s hard to tell what’s reality, the sky outside your window moonless, starless and flooding your room in an impenetrable dark. You tense and hold your breath as you hear the footfalls come closer.

“Darlin’, it’s done.” He says quietly, and a moment later you feel the mattress dip under his weight as he sits beside you. It all comes flooding back and what up until now you had hoped was a terrible nightmare floods your chest with a heaviness as you realize this is your new reality.

“It’s done?” You ask, finding his eyes in the dark. He nods and you can now make out that he’s wearing entirely new clothes. “What time is it?” You ask as you sit up against the headboard, flicking the light of your bedside lamp on.

“Just after 3:00 am.” He says. He looks like a new man, dressed in a pair of flannel pajamas and a navy t-shirt. His hair is damp from the shower and his skin is rosy. You smile again at the sight of him, familiar with this Ezra.

“Now, we gotta establish your alibi.”

“I told Cee that he didn’t show up. That you came here instead because I got drunk and you came to take care of me. That you’ve been with me all night.”

“You’re including me in your alibi?” He asks. You nod, confused.

“Of course I am. Besides, if I end up in prison, the most that’ll happen is that I’ll tell them I got you to lie for me.”

“That’s not happening.” He says firmly and you shake your head.

“It was self-defense, the worst they can do is-!” You shout.

“You hit him fifteen times, sweetheart.”

“No, no it was-” You recount the memory in your head. Fifteen times. You bring your hand over your mouth and slump back against the headboard. “fifteen times. But-But, he attacked me, I was just defending myself. You said so yourself.”

“With one hit, yes. With two, even. But fifteen in a row is gonna be a hell of a lot harder to convince a jury with. A lawyer would argue the insanity plea, get a reduced sentence or admittance to a permanent stay at a mental health facility but you’re not taking the fall for this.” You snort and meet his eyes.

“And what, you are?” Your tone is sardonic, but it falls flat as he meets your eyes. “You’re not serious.” You say.

“As the grave. I told you I would always protect you, didn’t I?” He says.

“You’re not taking the fall for this, Ezra!” You say, and feel the fierce protection rip through you.

“Someone has to, and I rather it be me than you.” He argues back.

“I won’t lose you!” Your words shock you both, and for the first time in ages the weight on your chest lifts. Your eyes fill with tears again but you fight them away. “I can’t lose you.”

“I thought you didn’t want me.” He says, confused.

“That’s not-” You sigh. “I was scared.” He doesn’t speak, allowing you to continue. “I was scared to admit that I love you too.” He looks unconvinced, likely thinking you’re only saying this because he’s willing to take the fall for you. You grab one of his hands in both of yours and make sure to lock your gaze with his. “Ever since breaking up it’s like you’ve haunted me all this time. And I used to think that it was because of the stalking, because of your obsessions but now I know that even when I’m with someone else, all I can think about is you. All I want is you. This entire night has just solidified that for me.” You say and he pauses.

“You mean… you don’t hate me? For everything?” He asks, and you see the deep insecurity in his eyes.

“Never. I could never hate you. I love you, Ezra. And I’m just sorry that it took all of this to realize it.” You bring your joined hands up to your lips and kiss his knuckles gently. “Running away from you was the biggest mistake I ever made.” You whisper, meeting his eyes again. When you drop his hand, it’s like a magnet pulls you two together. It’s a clash of bodies and lips as you two settle into the mattress.

“Goddamnit, I’ve missed you.” He mumbles as kisses you. You whimper again, completely compliant as your hands dig under his clothes, desperate for anything he’s willing to give you. You let out a quiet moan as he grinds against you, his mouth going to your collarbone and his tongue on your skin sending a jolt of electricity through you.

“This is so fucked up,” You admit, letting out a breathless laugh as he sucks the mark into your skin. He pulls away completely, enough to meet your eyes.

“We should stop.” He says, but you immediately shake your head, pulling him back into you.

“No, please, I need you.” You admit and he nods, trying to catch his breath as his dark eyes drink you in. You push him down and he allows it. You move to straddle him and kiss him deeply, wanting him to taste your devotion.

“I’m here, sweetheart. I’m always here.”

“Hey, have you heard from Adam?" You're just smoothing down the skirt of your dress as you look at your reflection in the bathroom mirror. You momentarily freeze at Cee's question before shaking your head, the name sending a slight chill down your spine.

"Uh, no. I haven't heard from him since he stood me up." The lie slips from between your teeth easily as you finish fixing your appearance and you step out of the bathroom.

"Hmm, Alex said he didn't show up to work today."

"Weird. Hey, help me with the back, will you?" You ask, hoping to distract her. It works as she quickly tightens and then ties the corset. As you face her again she grins.

"So I’m guessing your night with Ezra went well?” Cee says, pulling you out of your thoughts. She gazes pointedly just below your chin and you grab your compact, checking your reflection. Sure enough the marks he left last night are peeking just above your open collar and you curse under your breath, deciding to slip on the cardigan you brought along now that the colder weather has finally arrived, as hideous as that looks. It hides the marks, but it also hides the lovely design of your dress. You grab your uniform from the bathroom along with your apron, taking your timecard and punching out. The little bell above the door jingles and you both turn to see Ezra walking in, a bouquet of roses in his hands that perfectly matches the cream of your dress. Cee’s smirk grows. “Well, well, speak of the devil. Glad to know you two are back together, Ezra.” She says and Ezra blushes slightly, handing you your roses as you beam at him.

“You know what they say: birds of a feather and all.” He says, pulling you close as his eyes drink in the sight of you in the dress he chose. You smile back.

“We just couldn’t stay away from each other.” You say proudly, glancing over at Cee who’s watching you two with scrutiny.

“Yeah, clearly.” She says. “Anyway, what’re your plans for the evening.”

“Trader’s Market?” You offer to Ezra, who immediately nods.

“Dinner, of course, at that new place on 45th. Then after…” his grin grows devious and you laugh softly as he tucks his face into your neck, playfully nipping at your skin. “Might have to chase you down.” He whispers as he pulls away, low enough that only you can hear him and you raise an eyebrow, very intrigued by the idea.

“You’re on.” He guides you both to the door, bouquet in your hands, and you only barely hear Cee’s shout of,

“Have fun, lovebirds!” As you two make your way into the night.

******

Oh my god I am NEVER doing this again. And by “never doing this again” I mean deciding literally the night before to write a 7.5k one-shot just for the sake of meeting an imaginary deadline. Anyway, hope you all loved this v e r y out-of-the-norm story for the last day of spooky szn. Hope you all had a fantastic week, and a wonderful All Hallow's Eve ghosts, gals, and enby ghouls. Love you all, thanks for the support, and see you in the next one!

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corinnesamuels · 2 years

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Crashing, Chapter 4

This story is part of the Mixed Up Writers Fest, with the prompt: Friends to lovers (Or childhood friends to lovers!) Person A and Person B have been best friends for a long time. They've also been secretly in love for far longer than either will admit. Perhaps nothing would have ever happened, except Person A's apartment flooded, and Person B invites them to stay until things are fixed. My partner is the incomparable @cesays.

And (This very late 🤦‍♀️) Chapter 4 is written by corinnesamuels.

Remus “Moony” Lupin: You could at least try not to jump to conclusions, James.

Sirius “Padfoot” Black: Have you *met* James?

James “Prongs” Potter: Who says I’m jumping to conclusions?

Sirius “Padfoot” Black: You’re going all Paddington Bear every time you look at Gideon.

James “Prongs” Potter: It’s *not* a Paddington Bear stare!

Sirius “Padfoot” Black: And now you’re giving it to the screen of your mobile.

Remus “Moony” Lupin: Sirius, please. Solutions.

James “Prongs” Potter: On a scale of 1 – 10, how likely is it that Lily will take Gid the Git up on his offer?

Remus “Moony” Lupin: Gid the Git isn’t your best work…

Sirius “Padfoot” Black: 10. And James the Giant Knob Head will be entirely at fault.

James Potter: Me??? How would any of this be my fault?

Sirius “Padfoot” Black: Because you refuse to make a move on Evans yourself. So whenever she has an itch that needs a good scratching, she entertains him, and we have to deal with you being all moody.

James Potter: I do not get moody!

Sirius and Remus put their phones down and fixed James with blank stares. It must have attracted the rest of the group’s attention because before Sirius or Remus could respond and tell James that he absolutely gets moody when Lily spends time with Gideon, Mary called to them from the other end.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you three that secrets don’t make friends?” Mary craned her neck as if to better see their phones, but they knew she was too far away to see anything incriminating. “What are you lot on about?”

“Secret plans for world domination.” Sirius, Remus, and James replied on command, causing Mary to roll her eyes and Lily to chuckle behind her drink.

“Seriously, James.” Sirius leaned in, ignoring Mary’s eye roll and her usual response of, ‘I’m sure they’ll grow up one day.’

“Man up and make your move or else Gideon will. Again. Is that what you want to obsess about? Lily in his bed instead of in yours?”

James could only grumble in his annoyance.

As Sirius walked to the bar to buy the next round, the group mostly went on with their evening, most of them ignoring the knowing smirks Gideon kept throwing Lily’s way. James knew that Sirius wasn’t wrong, though he hated to admit it. He would absolutely be in his flat stewing over the idea of Lily falling into bed with Gideon, who actually wasn’t that bad of a guy, though James hated to admit it.

But making a move wasn’t that easy. Lily isn’t some woman he met at the pub. James could risk being turned down and go on about his evening if she were. No harm, no foul. But Lily isn’t just some woman he met at the pub. She’s one of his best friends, and the awkwardness that would follow would be nearly unbearable.

“But would it be more unbearable than watching her leave with Gideon?”

James stared at Remus, slightly shocked by his response. Remus smirked.

“You didn’t realize you were talking out loud, did you?”

James gave a furtive glance across the table, but it didn’t look as if anyone else had overheard. “Not at all.” He fiddled with his glass as he watched Lily and Mary dance to a song Mary must have chosen. Mary looked far too happy to be singing it, while Lily looked almost embarrassed. Odd, considering how often he’d seen Lily recite lyrics far raunchier than “I Touch Myself.”

“I have to say, I think you’re worrying too much.” Remus downed the last of his drink before placing the empty glass back on the table.

James raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You’re one to talk. Are you really lecturing me on excessive worrying?”

Remus just shrugged and leaned back in his chair. “Sometimes you need to take your own advice.”

For once, James didn’t argue.

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midnight-in-town · 2 years

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You have me intrigued, what is Kaamelot? From your tags, it seems related to the Arthurian legend. Feel free to ignore this if you're too busy.

Hey Anon! Ah, that's okay. :) Kaamelott is a French television series indeed based on the Arthurian Legends, which aired between 2005 and 2009. I think it’s probably the largest and most popular fictional work in France, with an enormous fandom. :))

To give you a bit of a background, the title of the series is a word play on both “Camelot”, King Arthur’s legendary court (also written “Kamaalot” in old French), and “camelote” a french word which means “worthless junk” because the series is mostly a comedy.

The initial gist is pretty common (though the story later adds some pretty neat twists to the plot): Arthur frees Excalibur, becomes King and tries to follow the path of the Grail Quest that the Gods intended for him as their Chosen One, but some of his knights are quite idiotic and he is constantly exasperated by their shenanigans. xDD

However, the story starts to take a really dark turn after a few seasons, with King Arthur slowly losing sight of his path and being unable to deal with the pressure of being the Gods’ Chosen One, falling into a severe depression (I’m summarizing a lot here). During that time, he has a falling-out with Lancelot, his most trusted advisor and friend, who foils him on many aspects.

Eventually, after trying to kill himself, King Arthur gives up on Excalibur and his throne and disappears, while Lancelot becomes the official King and also a terrifying tyrant, ravaging the country and destroying the Round Table.

This series is known for its hilarious dialogues with slightly stupid characters who have a lot of strong qualities, making them very likable, as well as for serious reflections on themes like war and depression.

Personal fave for probably most of the fandom as well as for me, with a lot of development over the seasons, is Guenièvre. She’s Arthur’s wife, who was forced into a political wedding with him at the beginning of the series and, while they are never physically intimate with each other (for a reason that is explained by the end of the TV series), they still develop a strong bond that Lancelot, who is obsessively in love with Guenièvre, is very jealous of.

(look at her, she’s so adorable, I would fight for her)

Anyway, in July 2021, a movie called Kaamelott the first chapter (first part of a trilogy) was released. The story happens ten years after Lancelot becomes King: as he mercilessly still hunts for Arthur's former allies, bleeding the Kingdom dry with the help of the Saxons, a bounty hunter randomly comes across the man who helped Arthur escape ten years ago.

Arthur is finally brought back against his will to the kingdom, which his previous allies and the people take as an omen that he’s here to regain his throne, despite Arthur claiming that he doesn’t care and that he’s leaving once more. It’s eventually upon learning that Lancelot jailed Guenièvre away from the world that he begrudgingly gets involved with the rebellion taking place against Lancelot’s government.

That’s about it! The fandom was eagerly waiting for the first movie for a decade and the movie did fantastically well upon coming out in theaters, pleasing the series’ fans. I think the series is available with subtitles on Netflix America (or so I’ve read somewhere) if you’re from there or can use a VPN. :))

I hope I answered your question! Have a good weekend Anon!

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caroldanversenthusiast · 2 years

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i only want one girlfriend but if god gave me three...

#👀👀👀👀#please i’m obsessed they look so good i love round tables #ahhhh #kristen stewart #tessa thompson #jessica chastain #hollywood reporter #spencer #passing #the eyes of tammy faye #lol #lgbt #wlw #sapphic #women #lgbtq #bbelcher

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bellatrixscurls · 3 years

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“achy” ☁️ draco x reader x harry

warnings : smut, dom/sub, sub!reader, sub!harry, dom!draco, soft aftercare, praise kink.

summary : you feel needy so you make harry skip transfiguration, and draco finds out.

a/n : not me writing for drarry again bc i’m literally obsessed with this ship- chile 😳.

“but please, har! i really need you” you pouted at the bespectacled boy, staring up at him as your hands tugged at his scarlet and golden tie, “you’re so pretty. please, angel.”

harry only sighed, biting his lip at the sight of you. you needed him so much, and seeing you in that state made him want you too, more than anything, “okay” he agreed, feigning indifference but a smile crept onto his face as soon as strings of ‘thank you’s and ‘i love you’s left your mouth, along with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

you wasted no time in dragging him up the stairs to his dorm, knowing that draco wouldn’t be able to catch you there.

closing the door behind him, harry let you undress him. you began with his tie, that you’d been dying to get off him since that morning, then with his pants and briefs, and finally took off his shirt, leaving him bare in front of you. you smiled weakly at him, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss on his chest, making him giggle at the action, “so fucking precious, ‘m love” you said as you got down on your knees, gripping his thighs for support as your lips lightly touched his red tip, causing him to shudder.

“so pretty” he whispered as he guided your head, your mouth taking all of him, making you gag at his impressive size, “f-fuck, y/n/n. taking all of me like such a good g-girl, fuck!” whined harry, pushing your head closer so you were forced to breathe through your nose, tears leaking out of your eyes at the roughness of his thrusts.

a few more thrusts along with your boyfriend’s praises and you couldn’t ignore your neediness, your hand immediately sliding down and playing with your clit. you hummed around his cock as he continued to fuck your mouth, and you heard harry chuckling from above you, “couldn’t take it anymore, could you, lovey ?” he questioned rhetorically, but you shook your head nevertheless, “stop that, angel.”

and although his tone was gentle, your hand immediately left your wet cunt, at the same time he cupped your face and eased himself out of your mouth, “lemme taste my sweet little girl” he said, earning a soft moan from you as you held two fingers up, close to his lips. harry’s tongue poked out as his mouth opened and he took your fingers between his upper lip and tongue, sucking and humming around them as his eyes closed.

the sight was pure sex. harry, with your fingers inside his mouth, tasting you and actually enjoying it. “d-daddy” you whispered, and harry’s eyes immediately snapped open, watching your glossy eyes and pouty lips, “wanna- wanna be fucked, please. wanna cum ‘round your cock, pretty please” and although a sub himself, harry couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying that — you calling him ‘daddy’, while begging for his cock.

“well, good girls get what they want, don’t they, sweetheart ?” he asked, brushing some strands of hair out of your face. “m-i’m a good girl ?” you asked hopefully, watching as he nodded, satisfied at how submissive you were for him, and only him, “a good girl that’s gonna receive exactly what she wants, hm ?”

so you didn’t even try to control yourself anymore, and got on your back on the floor, pulling harry on top of you as you kissed him passionately, running your hands up and down his chest. chuckling, he pulled away for a second, “easy- easy, my love” he pressed his forehead against yours, slowly pushing his cock inside of you, pulling breathless moans and whines from you as he couldn’t control the endless groans escaping his parted lips.

“just l-like that- so good! so fucking good.”

***

an hour later, after cumming three times each, you were finally done. laying on the floor, sweaty bodies pressed against each other as you tried to catch your breaths. “should we t-take a bath now ? use some lotion for s-sore muscles ?” you asked, remembering the usual things draco’d do after sex.

harry was aware about those things, but being a sub himself, he couldn’t do it properly so he just said “i- i think we should go to dinner first, you know- so draco won’t be suspicious” he offered and you agreed, feeling hungry yourself.

you put on one of harry’s tshirts and your shorts, while harry dressed himself as well, and you headed to the great hall. while walking, your legs were visibly trembling, and harry seemed tense and uncomfortable as well, but you just brushed it off and continues walking.

once there, you made your way to the slytherin table, where you and harry sat on either of draco’s sides. but then again, sitting down wasn’t comfortable either — your pussy was aching and you swore that you could hear harry hiss as well.

frowning, draco glanced at you, then at harry and back at you, eventually opening his mouth, “didn’t see you in transfiguration” he spoke matter of factly, turning back to his food as he waited for an answer.

“i-i forgot to do my essay a-and you know how minnie gets” you told him quietly, your cheeks burning in embarrassment at what happened just a few minutes before.

draco hummed, not really impressed as he turned his gaze to his boyfriend, “and you ?”

looking down shyly, harry stuttered, “i was h-helping her.”

“right, so who’s idea was it ?”

“what idea ?”

“skipping class to fuck. without me ? d’you think i’m stupid, potter ?”

“we didn’t-”

“oh yeah ? explain this, then” draco said arrogantly, sliding one of his hands inside your underwear and slapping your clit lightly as you cried out in pain, half of the table turning to look at you, but they instantly looked away when draco glared at them.

deep in thought, draco removed his hand from your underwear and brought it up to nose, inhaling the scent with closed eyes. inhaling deeply, his eyes snapped open and he groaned, gripping both yours and harry’s wrists and practically dragged you up to his dorm.

***

“did you apply lotion ? take a warm bath ? wash your hair ?” draco yelled at both you and harry, as the only thing you could do was shake your heads, waiting for the punishment he had in store for you, sooner or later.

groaning in frustration, draco disappeared behind the door of his spacious bathroom — as he was a prefect. you shot harry a look as well as he did you, tears leaking out of your eyes as you waited for your boyfriend to come back.

“in here, now” his cold voice instructed and both of you obliged instantly, your legs quivering as you entered the bathroom, trying to stand straight in front of the blond, “my poor little babies...” he spoke softly as his hands went to cup one of your cheeks and one of harry’s, pulling you closer to his chest and holding you there.

you sobbed against his pale skin, the achiness increasing as well as your guiltiness, “m s-sorry, dray...didn’t wanna- i knew you w-wouldn’t skip class with us and- and harry looked so pretty...i’m so so sorry” by the time you were done speaking, your tears were dripping down your chin and all the way down draco’s shirt.

but instead of yelling or punishing you like you thought he would, draco shushed you, depositing harry and then you into the spacious bathtub.

“next time don’t do these things without permission, bubs...see ? it hurts now, doesn’t it ?” he cooed when you and harry winced as the hot water came into contact with your sore muscles and your overused bodies.

you nodded shyly as harry laid his head upon your chest, closing his eyes, “m sorry too...” he whispered, too shy to even look at any of you as he buried his face into your chest, “for being a bad boy, i mean...wanna be good f-” but harry couldn’t get the last words out of his mouth as his adorable little snores filled the room, causing both you and draco to giggle quietly.

“he’s probably gonna do this again, isn’t he ?” draco sighed, squeezing some shampoo on his palm and rubbing his palms together.

“if this is what we get, i’m most likely gonna do this again as well.”

“wh- hey!”

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Best Man

Pairing: Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky found the girl of his dreams and Steve couldn’t be happier. Word Count: Over 2.1k Warnings: Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes, Mild Non-Con/Dubcon kissing (do not read if that upsets you), kidnapping, slight yandere behavior, obsessive behavior, threat of violence (not against reader), creepy Bucky and Steve, Bucky with glasses (It’s a warning, okay?) A/N: Happy Sinday! Soft!Dark Bucky won this round. The @nix-akimbo edit inspired this fic and is a submission to @angrybirdcr’s 1K Challenge! Congrats, lovely!

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Gentle music and the scent of a mouthwatering meal filled your senses as you sat at the candlelit table. Steve Rogers, best friend to Bucky Barnes, refused to let you lift a finger as everything was set out, putting a plate down in front of you. It was your favorite meal. They put a lot of care into the details.

“Steve, you need to take a seat,” Bucky smiled as he sat beside you, slinging an arm over your shoulders.

“In a second. We have so much to celebrate,” Steve said enthusiastically. If he were a dog, his tail would have wagged. "And what is a celebration without a toast?"

“Please don’t give a speech,” Bucky groaned with a shake of his head.

“I’m giving one anyway,” Steve winked at both of you as he grabbed a bottle of champagne, leaving no room to argue.

“Here we go,” the brunette mumbled, but there was no malice in his tone.

“Growing up, dames couldn’t stay away from Bucky. Some days, I thought I’d have to beat them off with a stick,” Steve said affectionately as he opened the bottle, chuckling as some of it overflowed. “He was kind to them. Always a gentleman. We both knew he was waiting for the right one to come along.”

Bucky reached over with his other hand, wiping away a tear that fell from your eye. The metal fingers lingered on your skin until you looked at him. The smile on his face was tender and full of longing.

"We all know that HYDRA hurt him, but they didn't break him. He was never broken and he doesn't need to be fixed. All he needed was someone to give him a chance to see the good in him. He knew that person was out there. Then he found you."

Bucky's fingers left your cheek, gently skimming down the column of your throat as you looked away. Your skin somehow felt warmer under the cool touch, your heart racing as you felt his heated gaze on you.

"So when he came to me after all this time telling me that he met 'the one', I was thrilled. I couldn't believe it. I wanted to know who stole his heart," he went on, pouring each of you a glass. "He was so nervous for me to meet you that he didn't even introduce us that first day. We just sat at that café table while he went on about how wonderful you were. It was the sweetest thing. I wish you would have heard how lovingly he spoke about you, but you didn't even know we were there. That's okay. You know now."

Another tear fell as you listened. Bucky leaned in, gently wiping it away with his lips this time. He brushed another kiss to the corner of your trembling mouth, exhaling as he rested his forehead against your temple.

"You looked so beautiful. Like you walked right out of my dreams and into my life," he whispered.

"Naturally, I did my research on you," Steve went on, pausing to smile at you. "And I was impressed. You were kind and patient. Smart. Good. An easy person to fall in love with."

You closed your eyes, trying to keep your breathing calm and even as the emotions threatened to drown you from the inside.

"You can only imagine how shocked I was when he asked for help to make things official with you. I never thought I would live to see the day that Bucky would need my help getting a dame. I was always overlooked by people growing up, but not by him. He always helped me and stood by my side. I needed to help him, too."

Your eyes were still shut as Bucky turned your face toward his, cupping your cheek as he pressed his lips against yours. It was chaste at first, but it shifted to something more insistent. You tasted his desire. It was so strong.

"Getting you two together took a bit of time, but it was worth the wait. Wouldn't you agree, Buck?"

"Worth it," he agreed as he pulled away to let you breathe. His smile was so bright. It threatened to blind you. "Completely worth it."

"And the rest is history! You're here now. You have each other and I know you're going to have the happiest future."

You sniffled as both men looked at you expectantly. It was difficult to find the words, even as they tried to claw their way out of your throat.

"Say something," Bucky encouraged, a goofy grin on his face as he ran a hand through his hair, the fingers on your shoulder lightly tapping. In the right place and time, it would have been endearing. But now...

"Let me go," you finally whispered, your eyes filled with desperation as you looked between them. "Please, let me go."

Bucky’s fingers stopped as Steve stood up straight. Bound to the chair, you couldn't lift your arms to defend yourself. And breaking free wasn't an option. You tried.

“I knew we went too easy after that stunt you pulled,” Steve said as if he had scolded a child.

Bucky's eyes darkened as he suddenly gripped your chin, your heart slamming in your chest. It wasn't painful, but it wasn't soft either. Thankfully, he hadn't tried to hurt you. Yet. "Doll-"

"It's okay, Buck," his friend calmly spoke, urging him to let go.

"I just…" Bucky swallowed as he leaned back. He looked more hurt than angry, taking off his glasses to clean them. You wondered if they were for show to make him look less imposing. "It wasn't supposed to be like this."

"I know, but we stick to the plan," Steve told him, the chair scraping against the floor as he pulled you away from the table. The smile on his face was unnerving as he turned you to face him. And his eyes… They almost looked empty, but there was determination there that wasn't going away.

"I won't tell anyone. I promise," you swore as he shushed you. In that moment, you still didn't know what you had done to get Bucky's attention. But now you had all of it.

"I just need you to listen to me. Bucky loves you," he said, holding up a hand when you began to protest. How could he possibly love you? "He does. And I know you'll love him in time. You two are good for each other. You're exactly what he wants and needs. And I know he'll be those things for you."

"I don't need time. I need-"

"I know waking up here was scary. It's an unfamiliar place, but you'll adjust to your new life. You tried to run already and that didn't work. Did it?"

You shook your head. You barely made it out the front door before you were dragged back inside. From the quick glance, all you could see were trees. There were no other homes nearby. No one was around to help you.

"You're home now," Bucky said gently as he set his hands on your shoulders, your body going rigid from his touch. "This is our home."

You inhaled sharply, trying your best not to panic. The room felt too small. It felt like a weight settled on your chest. It hurt. "I have a home," you whispered. They took you from it.

"Your home is here now. It's your dream home. Exactly what you wanted and more."

You shook your head. The perfect design didn't make a house a home. It wasn't supposed to be a place where you were held captive. It wasn't meant to be a nightmare. "I have a job. My family and friends," you argued, focusing on steadily breathing in and out.

Steve looked like he was starting to run out of patience and you quickly closed your mouth. "You don't have a job anymore. We took care of that. Your job now is to be good to Bucky," he said sternly, either not noticing or caring about the anger in your eyes. "And as for your family and friends… What happens to them is up to you."

You almost stopped breathing when he smirked. "What do you mean?"

"I'm going to check in periodically. See how things are going. Bucky will have rules set for you and we expect you to follow them. If you disobey him, he'll punish you. And then I'll punish your family and friends," he told you, every trace of false friendliness gone.

You were horrified as you gaped at him. He said it so casually, like he was marking off a list at the grocery store. "Y-You can't. You can't do that!"

"Yes, I can. And I will," he said as you struggled not to burst into tears. "Believe me when I say that none of us want it to come to that, so it's just best if you obey and fulfill your duties."

"My duties?" you croaked as you felt Bucky's hand wrap around your throat from behind.

"As my wife" he whispered, his thumb moving over your pulse. "I'll be the best husband. I promise I'll make it so good for you. You'll never want anyone else again."

You wanted to yell that they were crazy. That you had no intention of staying there and being anything to Bucky. But you couldn’t let anything happen to the ones you cared about. “Please. Don't…" you begged, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Shh, shh. It’ll be okay, doll,” Bucky murmured as he ushered Steve out of the way, moving around to crouch in front of you. He slowly wiped each tear away with his thumb, not allowing you to look away.

"You need to-" he put his finger to your lip before you could say anything else.

"Did you know meeting you made me feel again? I didn't even know I could. I tried. Nothing worked. But you showed up and I… I felt everything," he said in awe, tracing your lips with his fingertip. "I don't want to lose that. I'm not letting you go. I can't. But I meant what I said. I'll be good to you. All you have to do is love me.”

There was so much hope in his eyes. No one ever looked at you that way. Like you were a treasure. Something to behold. It frightened you.

"I…" your words died in your throat as he slid his hand to your chest, your heart thudding faster and faster.

"Just. Love. Me."

“...You really won’t hurt my family or friends if I'm good?”

“Nothing will happen,” Bucky swore, making a cross sign over his heart.

"You have our word," Steve added, his tone sincere. You almost forgot he was there. Almost.

"Can you do that?" Bucky pressed, almost desperately. "Love me? Be my perfect doll?"

You blinked the last of the tears away. Crying wouldn't help. Just like they wouldn't help. They were supposed to be heroes, but they were wolves in sheep's clothing.

“Okay. I'll be good. And… I'll learn to love you, Bucky,” you spoke, putting the right amount of softness into your tone so it didn't seem fake. He looked over the moon as you said his name, leaning in for a deep kiss. Swallowing your cry of protest, you let his tongue take over your mouth. You already felt consumed by him. You just had to bide your time. Somehow, you’d get free.

“See? Now was that so difficult?” Steve questioned, moving you back to the table once Bucky stood up. “We want to trust you, but we still need to be cautious. Buck will feed you until we know you won’t try to use the silverware on us.”

You merely nodded like a puppet in response.

"And when we know you can behave, you two can get the wedding date set," Steve smiled as he handed one of the glasses to his friend. "I still can't believe you asked me to be your best man."

"You're my best friend, punk, and I want to have the perfect wedding," Bucky smiled back, gazing at you as he sat back down. "I already have the perfect bride."

"Yes, you do. And she’ll keep being perfect for you," Steve's smile widened into something sinister as a glass was brought to your lips. It was as if your fate was sealed. "Won't you?"

The champagne wasn't strong enough to burn your throat, but the numbness took over quickly. "Yes."

"I'm happy to hear that, doll," Bucky said as he brought his mouth to your ear, his next words making your blood run cold. "Because I'm ready to skip to the honeymoon."

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boxofbonesfic · 3 years

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Hi, yes, umm… can I tell you about this dream I had last night? I was getting tattooed by a soft!dark Bucky. Writhing in pleasure on the table, he held me down with his metal arm across my stomach while simultaneously marking his name in my skin with his other hand and devouring my cunt with his mouth. He kept saying ‘you’re doing so good for me, doll.’ ‘just a little more’ ‘hold still for me sweetheart, that’s my good girl’. 🥵 💀 Can you put me out of my misery and tell me how this ends? 🥺

omfg you absolutely can. i fucking LOVE this. it’s got mob!Bucky all over it 😩

Title: Labeled

pairing: Soft Dark!Bucky x Reader

Rating: EXPLICIT

warnings: dubcon, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, improper use of tattoos, dead dove; do not eat, MINORS, DNI

“Shh, shh, sweet girl. Almost there.” He’s been at it for hours, and he keeps stopping to dip his tongue back into your cunt, like he can’t help himself. Wet slurping noises and his own groans accompany the feel of his mouth on you, and although your hands are bound, you can’t help but rub against his face anyway.

“Ah, ah, fuck—” you can’t be quiet, though, no matter how many times he gently hushes you. The sting of the needle on your inner thigh as he slowly inks the delicate script that spells out his initials, combined with the torture of your pussy pulsing in time to his strokes is maddening. The feel of the cool metal across your belly, holding you still, makes you clench down around nothing. The vibranium fingers dig into your hip.

“Don’t move, doll. Just a little more. Almost done.” He’s said that too many times to count, and you hear the clatter of the needle against the table as he spreads your legs wider. “Fuck, n’when I’m finished, I’m gonna stretch this pretty pussy round my cock. You’d like that, right, doll?” he murmurs, scrubbing his hand down his face as he admires the sight of you.

You should be ashamed, you know—this man is your kidnapper for chrissakes—but he’s been at it for longer than you can keep track of, and you can’t stop your body from responding to him. “Y-yes.”

“Good.” The needle buzzes again, and you whimper as it bites into your flesh. “Almost done.” He hits a few more spots and then leans back to stare, pleased, at his work. “It’s better this way, sweet,” he says, putting the needle down for the final time.

You sniffle and look away, not meeting his gaze. He cups your chin gently, and when he kisses you, you taste yourself on his lips. “You did this to yourself, sweet girl. You thought you could get away from me.” He kisses you again, deeply. “You thought you could let someone else touch what’s mine.” Bucky slides a finger through your dripping, aching folds.

“Well I wrote my fucking name on you.” The sound of his belt buckle loosening makes your pussy throb in remembrance of his promise. “Let’s see someone else touch you now.”

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multi-fandom-imagine · 3 years

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Best Part Of Me || Karl Heisenberg ||

A/n: Now that I know his name, I can actually write about him. Now that I fought him and read is journal { damn they were sad } I can actually write about him.

This is also kinda tied to my sense’s story with Ethan! cause I love Ethan

Spoilers for the game: This takes place before and after the events of the game minus me changing a few things.

Prompts Used: “You're the best part of me”

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All he wanted to do was drink, dealing with Miranda and Dimitrescu....well everyone was just getting on his nerves. Leaving the small village was easy enough though he always hated stepping in the city. To many scents tended to hurt his nose.

Slipping into the pub he slipped back into a darkened corner, once he ordered a beer for himself the man was about to settle in his seat until a soft laugh got his attention. Shifting his body, his eyes went wide for a moment as he took your appearance in. Now you were something, perfect body in his eyes and the smile...what a killer. Slowly licking his lips he made his way over to you, now you were different, different than the people of that dinky village so you must be a tourist.

“Hello...beautiful.”

Blinking you turned your attention to the voice, a lazy smile slipped on your lips as you spotted the man. He was tall, a lot taller than you not to mention the large hat he wore covered his face. Part of you knew he must be handsome and his voice, damn he must sound good in bed. Shaking your head you watched your friend slip out from the chair once they spotted someone else to talk to, the man taking their place.

“Beautiful huh? Got a name stranger.”

Slipping off his hat Karl looked you over, his arms crossing over your chest. “Karl.”

“Karl...that’s it?

“Christ..Karl Heisenberg.”

Laughing you sipped at your drink biting your lip. “See was that so hard?” you teased the man. “Y/n... Y/n L/n.”

“Well Y/n...since you look like a fish out of water, I’d be happy to give you a tour.” Giving you a wink, he placed his hat on your head as you slipped out of the chair.

“Perfect! I was waiting for a handsome tour guide.”

You never thought a week vacation your turn into you staying with the man for a year. What you thought would be a one night stand or at least a fling turned into something more. You found yourself really falling for the man and while he was cocky at first you could see he was hiding behind a lot of pain.

Karl Heisenberg never thought that he’d find himself falling in love, let alone someone normal, something not like him...not a monster. When he first felt the flicker of something he tried to push you away, god he tried but he just couldn’t. You were the first thing that made him something other than the hate and self loathing. He found himself spending less time with his so called family and more time with you.

So when you told him that you were pregnant he was excited, the man couldn’t have felt more happier. While he knew he had to keep the news away from them, he couldn’t let Miranda find out you were pregnant. He wasn’t going to let that bitch or anyone else take you let alone touch you or his unborn child or else all hell would break lose.

But then of course Ethan Winters had to come in ruin it, he was going to ask the man for help to take the bitch down but you had to walk in. Belly round with his child. He forced himself to not snap at you, you shouldn’t be here. It was too dangerous.

“Karl...this needs to stop...you need to let him go.”

“But he.” The man snapped turning to face you though his gaze softened as he noticed your cheeks stained with tears. “Y/n..please.” Ignoring Ethan he stepped closer to you. His arms slowly wrapping around your waist as he pressed his had to yours. “This is the only way to keep you safe...our child safe.”

“At the cost of what?.” Pulling out of Karl’s arm you watched as the man you knew as Ethan struggled to stand. “I’m not going to stand here and watch you get yourself killed, stand here and watch you use a child. Tell me...what would you do if you were in his place? Would you want someone using your child..” Letting your arms wrap around your stomach you glanced down refusing to look at the man. “What would you do if Miranda wanted our child Karl.”

Digging his nails into his palm, he took a small step forward then placed his hand on your belly. He didn’t even want to think about that, it made him sick to his stomach on what that woman would do.

“You're the best part of me” He pressed his head against yours. “You gotta know that...” Sighing he turned to glare at the man, his lips raising into a snarl. “Get the fuck out of my sight before I change my mind, but you better hurry cause that bitch want’s your kid...that Rose is fucking powerful Ethan.” Tipping his hat to the man he wrapped his arms around your waist as he tugged you away from the baffled man.

Karl knew that the bolder punching bastard was around and he was positive that the bastard was going to destroy his factory so he wanted to get you out of here way before any of that shit happened. Not looking back the man easily carried you on his back, the man was thankful that one of those idiot agents left a truck behind. Glancing around the man watched as a large tree started to grow in the distance when he stole the damn car driving off, he only relaxed when knew he was far away from that damn village.

“Thank you Karl.” Giving him a smile you rested your hand on your stomach as the other grasped his free hand.

Snorting, Heisenberg gave your hand a squeeze. “Don’t mention it beautiful.”

Six years, Karl Heisenberg couldn’t believe that six years had passed since all that crap. Now living in the states the man was happy to put his fucked up life behind him. He was a father now and while he may have to hide what he could do from some noisy neighbors, it didn’t mean that he couldn’t entertain his kids. While he hated Miranda for what she did to him he still enjoyed seeing the smile on his children's faces whenever he’d bend a piece of metal.

Relaxing on the couch he glanced over spotting his newborn son sleeping in his playpen. You must have been reading to the twins and he was sure the eldest, his five year old was fast a sleep. Titling his head up he watched you slip out one of the rooms, a yawn escaping your lips as you walked over to your husband.

Smiling you slipped into his arms, nuzzling into his neck. “Is he asleep?”

“Hmm, mean’s we can have some fun if you’d like.” He joked as his hand rested on your hips, you let out a laugh feeling his beard tickle your skin.

“As much as I’d love for you to ravage me, I’m just tired.” yawning you gave him a lazy kiss.

Returning it, the man gave you a nod as he held you closer to his chest. “Hmp...I’ll let you get some sleep then, you deserve it Y/n.”

Smiling against his chest, you let your eyes drift closed feeling your husbands fingers run down your back. Sighing Karl let his fingers play with your hair, you really were the best thing that happened to him. Thanks to you he felt happy, thanks to you he actually had a family that cared about him and thanks to you he was still alive because deep down he knew that Ethan would have ended his life.

“Hmp..” his eyes drifted towards the card lying on the coffee table, a picture of Ethan Winters with his wife, along with little Rose and a few other children. “I always knew he was a tough bastard...good for you Winters.”

Closing his eyes, Heisenberg smiled as he let himself fall asleep with his arms still holding you. “I love my family.”

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emile-hides · 3 years

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H*lding H*nds Imagines

I am once again making content for me and me alone because I have an unhealthy obsession for BNHA blond boys

BNHA Blond Boys X GN!Reader h*nd h*lding moments

Characters: All Might, Present Mic, Fatgum, Twice, Aoyama, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugo, Honenuki, Monoma, Mirio

All Might

Knuckle brush

You handed him things before

Stacks of papers to grade, coffee after a long day, a napkin when he goes into a coughing fit

But something about this time turns his face a deep red

He withdrew quickly, in a jerking manner that dragged more attention than you’re sure he meant it to

He cleared this throat and thanked you quietly before shuffling off

It took a few moments to really set on you

You’d made contact

Such little contact you’d barely even felt it

He was cold, his skin rough and calloused, wrinkled and dry

How you managed to notice so much with such brief contact is astounding

And also incomparable to how much he noticed

He’s thinking about it all day, glancing at where the contact was made, shuffling, flushing to himself, holding his knuckles to his lips

Do it on purpose next time you hand him a stack of papers and he’ll drop them

Present Mic

In a crowd

It’s LOUD

You and Hizashi are trying to get home after a live show

The crowd is huge and still hyped from the concert

The quarters are tight, the space is limited, and without his towering hair spike it’s hard to keep track of your loud blond

Eventually a strong clasp from a hand horribly decorated in rings, fingerless gloves, and black nail polish claps on your wrist as your continued to be pulled though a crowd

When the world finally starts to calm and you have room to breath his hand slides to connect to your palm

Fingers intertwine with yours as a series of “Y’all good?”s start, followed quickly by an excited narration of the chaos that just ensued

He’d taken your hand so causally you barely even noticed

The two of you walked in a much calmer crowd, hand in hand, as Hizashi randomly picked bystanders out of his vocal range and made up their life stories to tell you

Fatgum

Big hands

You laid idly on the couch in Fatgum’s office, the interns long sense gone home

A pile of paperwork blocked your view of your hard working hero as he sat at his desk

You slumped and slid off the couch, boredom rising as you phone lie dead on the table nearby

A loud groan drives a “Just a bit longer, gumdrop” from behind the piles of unfinished work, a bit longer could be years for all you cared

Sliding across the hardwood floor on your back, you found yourself beside Taishiro’s desk, looking up at him from an angle you were rather use to

He was focused, with a smile still on his face as he worked, writing with one hand, the other causually turning Takoyaki in the grill built into his desk

You sat up, watching quietly. He was typically pretty observant, but he may not yet have noticed your approach

When his hand stopped turning and released, you took your chance

Both your hands snatched his wrist, sitting up a bit to rest yourself on his lap, you examined his large palm

He chuckled, “What’cha doin’, cupcake?”

His hand was massive in your own, enough to make anyone feel like a child. It could engulf you, hold half your torso and still have a pinkie to spare

You pressed on his palm, he hummed and returned to work, leaving you to admire as you pleased

His knuckles were scarred, several gashes and scrapes from punching at materials harder than even his fat could handle

Old burns from cooking, white spots on his finger tips from a time before he learned patients

You leaned back on him, holding his hand in your own, and watched him work

He seemed much more blissed from your company

Twice

Not enough hands

Jin’s a very physical person

He hangs off you every chance he can get, coddling and loving on you

He finds it annoying

So it’s not surprise as you two settled down for a movie night he was instantly on your lap like a cat

He lays over you like a blanket, limbs tangled every which way, head on your chest, looking at you more than the movie

One of your hands lay idly by your head, that one he has his own over, fingers tangled messily, almost uncomfortably

His other arm trapped under you, a hug from below, resting also uncomfortably against your spine

Leaving your free hand to tangle in his hair, a rare sight to have his mask off, though it probably wouldn’t last the whole movie, it should be cherished until then

When you notice his staring at you more than the screen, you choose to join him

You slide your hand from his hair to his cheek, he leans into it with the most lovestruck puppydog look a man his age could muster

He then starts to fidget around, moving like he’s stuck

It doesn’t take long from there for him to start getting frustrated with himself, splitting an argument for two between just him

You gently lift his head to regain eye contact and ask what’s wrong

He nearly starts crying

“I want to hold your cheek too but I don’t have enough hands!!”

He’s not willing to remove your hand from his hold or pull his other arm out from under you to compromise his own needs

He does eventually start crying over his lack of extra limbs to love you with

Aoyama

Standing ovation

Roaring applause rippled thought the auditorium

It wasn’t a big show, or a big stage, but it was your first written play, and seeing it go over so well was enough to bring a tear to your eyes

You joined the audience in standing to applause as the actors took the stage for the final bow

Only the lead, your star, wasn’t there with them

You blinked once, twice, three times before panic set in

There’s no way Yuga Aoyama would miss the chance to stand center stage in a spotlight. If he wasn’t on stage something must have happened

You tried your best not to look around too fervently, not wanting to startle anyone else

When a hand clasped yours

“And let’s not forget the playwright~✨”

Before you could question how he said that with his mouth, you were dragged onto the stage by your previously mentioned star, with his own mic in hand you don’t remember giving him

He held your arm up above his head as he runway walked his way along the stage, you closely in toe

You were going to go on stage eventually but you’d planned to be a lot more quiet about it, when more people had left early not wanting to sit though the applause

But instead, here you were, center stage, hand held high like you’d just won a boxing match by your own and only Aoyama

How he could stand being this bright all the time way beyond you

For now though, it was rather nice

Ojiro

Lost and found

You stepped out of your class stretching, ready for a well deserved lunch break when you heard your classmates muttering

“Isn’t he from the hero course?”

“What’s he doing?”

Being nosy wasn’t usually your strong suit, but the mutterings has peaked your interest

You followed the eyes of those speaking to find a blond boy sitting in the floor of the hall, knees pulled to his chest to keep his legs from disrupting the flow of traffic, with his tail resting over his feet to protect them from being stepped on

He smiled and gave a light wave to your class as the dispersed

You alone approached him, curiosity peaking. Why was he sitting out here in the hall?

When question he very sheepishly answered, “I, uh.. I got lost on my way to class”

There was several things wrong with that

Number one being, he’d been at this school half a year now. He has one classroom, a big classroom, in the hero course. It’s not easy to miss??

Number two, it was noon. Lunchtime. He has one classroom. How long had he been lost???

These questions had answers and he was, while slightly embarrassed, happy to share he had, in fact, been lost all morning. Not just in finding his class, but also in finding the exit to the building, any teachers he knew, or his phone to call for help

You began to feel sorry for the guy, as this seemed to be a common occurrence in his daily life

With a sigh, you offered your hand to help him up

It was lunch, for all courses, so surely he’d see his hero course classmates in the cafeteria. No one turns up Lunchrush’s food after all

He smiled and took your hand, lifting himself from the floor with a thankyou

“I’m Ojiro, by the way. You are...?”

He was rather polite to talk to the entire walk, his grip on your hand was soft, gentle, and his smile never seemed to waver

Kaminari

Swing yer partner round and round

“Oh this is my JAM!”

Mina excitedly turned up your shitty little radio before kicking herself up off the floor, grabbing Sero all in one quick motion

The two danced horribly off beat, you quickly guess Mina had never heard this song before in her life, just wanted to get moving

“Come on you two, it’s dance break time!”

You found yourself enraptured with her energy, already forgetting the homework you all were doing

Kaminari took your hand much like how Mina took Sero’s and began to dance just as off beat and spuratic as queen pinkie had

You laughed, stumbling with every step, same as the others, the giggling energy filling a previously silent room

Denki’s fingers dug into your knuckles as he smirked, suddenly spinning on his heel and dragging you with him

The two of you became a tornado in your tiny dorm room, barely keeping from knocking into your tea table as you spun like a couple of children

You could hear Mina cheer and laugh, a brief glanced told you Sero was recording this silly moment

You looked across the way at your dance partner

Spinning, laughing his head off like this was the most fun he’d ever had, eyes closed, caring not for his surroundings

You decided to let go

The momentum sent you both toppling, you safely into Mina, who was more then ready to catch you

Denki got the much less desirable aforementioned tea table, which sent him toppling backwards over the also aforementioned homework

If you all could have laughed any louder, you would

Bakugo

Sweaty hands

You always knew when Bakugo was going to hold your hand

He may think he’s smooth, wiping his hand on the pocket of his pants before reaching behind himself to grab at you

But you’d always notice

It was a good indicator you were walking too slow for his liking, or the area up ahead was crowed, or that he simply felt you were too far away

You couldn’t initiate holding hands, when he didn’t actively want to be in contact he’d keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets

So you just had to wait for him to wipe himself off and reach for you

You were free to wrap yourself around his arm whenever, though

He’ll look pissed, but won’t say a word

And if you move away, he’ll wipe his hand on his pants, and offer it to you, a silent plea for you to come back

Honenuki

Magic hands

You stretched out over the couch of the 1-B common room with a whine, the rest of your class in a similar state

Training was hell today, sparing with class 1-A was never a joke, and with Monoma egging the whole game up to be more than it should have been, it all just escalated to a point you all wish it hadn’t

“Alright, next.”

Honenuki, a godsend, your blessed angel, helped Tsuburaba off the second common room couch, his typically wide eyes closed and relaxed as he wobbled his way across the room

You happily took his place, stretching out on your stomach before your classmate with the magic powers of massage

His hands pressed into your back and you instantly relaxed, letting out a low hum as you snuggled the pillow under your chin

Honenuki returned your hum, his hands pressing into all your tenses spots, almost instantly releasing them from their knots

You’d probably have fallen asleep, if it wasn’t over so fast

He had the entire class to get though after all, though he hated to rush an art form

You took his hand as he helped you stand, the actual minute of his touch enough to wobble your legs

Kissing his knuckle and thanking him for sharing his magic, you found yourself plopped peacefully on the couch beside Tsuburaba

Honenuki chuckled at you as he called next, happy to be of service

Monoma

He’s showing off

You’d known for a while now Monoma didn’t know how to shut the fuck up

He’d brag about anything, over anyone, to everyone

He’d always loudly bragged about how much better his class was, how much stronger his friendships were, how absolutely amazing his partner was

You being said partner didn’t make said bragging less annoying

The two of you had been together less than an hour and he was already boasting about your perfection to all who would hear

Some genuine, loving, almost gaggingly sweet comments

Others just to rub it in the face of class 1-A as much as possible

A week into this relationship and people were starting to think you must be come kind of god with how Monoma spoke about you

You’d been on two dates with the guy

Now here you were, holding his hand on the walk to class, and regretting every step

As every single person who passed must take note of the fact you were holding his hand

And also must be aware how blessed he is to be holding your hand in return

And really you started to understand the concerned look Kendo gave you when you told her you’d agreed to date Neito Monoma

Still his words were genuine, no matter how they came across, and he truly had a million and one things to say about you

So you could hold though the embarrassment his overexcited bragging may cause

He just wants to show you off

Mirio

Quietly

You sat by his bed side, holding gently to his limp hand

Moments ago he was inconsolable, crying and screaming his lungs out

His quirk gone

His teacher gone

Everything he worked so hard for seemed to vanish in an instant

His grip, still so strong, had left your hand bruised, circulation cut off

It wasn’t a concern you really had

Sleeping, his pain was still so obvious

Bags under his eyes, dried streaks of tears still down his keeps

And your hand still tightly gripped in his

What would happen next, where he would go, who you all would become

They were all problems for the future

Tomorrow you could work on a solution

Tonight, you could hold his hand

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