#-finger guns- hey look at me doing blogs things

[dulc3vida]

bunny!reader

only daughter of a ranch owner who is always away on business and may or may not be a narco. moved to the obx when she was really young. she misses home a lot, mostly because she had a pet tiger. dad taught her how to use a gun and she even has a couple of her own porque una nunca sabe. was called "conejita" or "little bunny" growing up bc she was always hanging out with the bunnies.

best paired with rafe because she's such a niña fresa. her dad's a narco (ALLEGEDLY) so it's safe to say that she has been spoiled her whole life. has never heard the word no and immediately fell in love with the luxury and class of figure 8. bunny is preppy, high maintenance and expensive. her dad has always showered her in money and expensive things to makeup for his absence so when rafe is giving her that AND his undivided attention, she's in love. is it freudian as fuck? maybe. is it real as fuck? yes.

rafe does step into the dad role a lot for bunny, especially once he moves her into tannyhill. its definitely freudian for him as well bc it makes him feel important and needed especially in season 3. season 1&2 she's like a trophy to him and she doesn't know where she stands because he's beating up all the guys she likes but he doesn't want to be her boyfriend (subconsciously knows he isn't good enough for her). season 3 is when he looks at her and decides that that's his girl, forever. whatever means necessary.

bunny lets rafe take the lead most of the time, but she's very calculating. friendship is transactional, which is why she's not really friends with the kooky girls. she has a few friends but she's very cautious and curious about everyone she encounters. they want something from her (some of the attention she recieves) while they offer nothing in return. bunny is shy and timid but people misunderstand her and think she's a bitch. she's not mean, but she can be. she's possessive and especially hates when rafe, or anyone for that matter, touches/moves her things around.

she and rafe both first fall in love with the idea of each other (rafe sees her as the divine feminine and bunny sees him as the american dream) which is why when they both display "unsavory" characteristics (i.e. rafes actual insanity vs. bunny's temper) it catches them off guard. they keep each other on their toes. like when rafe finds one of her guns in between his couch cushions.

she's upstairs doing her makeup and he's looking for his vape, damn near tearing the couch apart. then his hand hits familiar, cold metal. he calls for her once and she bounces down the stairs, a pout on her face.

"you made me mess my eyeliner up."

"what the fuck is this, hm?" rafe sets the gun on the coffee table between them.

"it's called a gun rafe."

"hey, hey. don't get smart with me, where did this come from?"

"it's mine." bunny takes it from him and shoves it back between the couch. "don't worry, the safety's on."

rafe studies her for a second. "where are the other ones?" she rocks on her heels and glances to the side before shaking her head.

"just that one." she plays with her fingers and he knows she's lying.

"okay." rafe chuckles, wiping his mouth with one hand before swiftly grabbing the back of her hair, tugging her through the house to collect all the guns bc he doesn't want his bunny to get hurt.

another moodboard inspired by @princessbrunette and @starfxkr (aka two of the sexiest blogs on tumblr.com)

[pillow-princess-diaries]

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙺𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚣𝚊𝚒! 𝚇 𝙰𝙵𝙰𝙱!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛...

Scenario: your lovely and charming boyfriend has a dark secret; but you’re chill with it~

Pairing: Serial Killer! Dazai X AFAB! Reader

Genre: Smut

Type: scenario in hc format

W/C: 1.07k (i think😭)

T/W: murder (kinda obvious 🥲),slight yandere-like behavior mentioned,kinda public sex (they fuck in a warehouse),gunplay,blowjob,cum eating,cockwarming,dirty talk, a little bit of degradation (slut,degenerate) a little bit of bein in a mating press,aftercare☺️ (please lmk if i missed anything!🙏)

A/N: hey yall!! Inspiration finally hit me and voila! Hope yall like it and see ya in the next one!

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Serial Killer Dazai! Who comes off so lovely sweet and nice! Your parents,friends,EVERYONE LOVE HIM!

Serial Killer Dazai! Who gets borderline yandere like for you.he loves you and he needss to keep you safe,especially from people like him.but most importantly he needs you to not leave because he needs at least one good thing in his life dammit!

Serial Killer Dazai! Who suddenly gets awkward around you…he’s hiding something and you know he’s good at that…the fact that he’s letting you notice is a sign he wants you to ask him what it is

Serial Killer Dazai! who tells you what he is and what he does,he has (crocodile)tears in his eyes as he tells you, hes so scared you’ll leave him! (No he’s not~he knows you cant leave not while he’s in charge)

Serial Killer Dazai! who’s genuinely surprised when you kiss his tears away,telling him it’s okay and you dont mind. Hes so stunned! And definitely loves that you’re just as fucked up as he is.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who asks you if you wanna come out ‘hunting’ with him.even lets you pick the victim sometimes!!!

Serial Killer Dazai! Who sets up a seat and makeshift stage for you to watch your show.it’s in an old warehouse so no one will even disturb you~

Serial Killer Dazai! who absolutely dements his victims,the look of fascination and curiosity on your face fueling his sadistic behavior.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who notices you shift uncomfortably in your seat,your thighs clamping together and rubbing oh so subtly.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who gets hard at the sight and quickly finishes the kill to get back to you~

Serial Killer Dazai! Who gets his bloody gun,and cleaning it before he stores it for future use;who unbuckles his pants as he makes his way to you.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who hovers above your seated form, his clothed erection at your eye level.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who kneels before you and carasses your cheek saying, “shh bella…relax…ill take care of you~” before kissing you passionately. His skilled tongue exploring the expanse of your mouth.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who pulls aways for air,a single thread of saliva connecting the two of you.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who puts his thumb in your mouth for to suck. you do and his fingers taste vaguely metallic from holding the gun.

Serial Killer Dazai! who cant help but snap a quick picture of you before pulling out his finger and licking it before ordering you to get up,taking your seat and pulling out his pistol. He undoes his pants and underwear ,his cock springing free,precum already leaking from its tip.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who cocks the gun and smirks when you instantly get to your knees and pump his erection before blowing him.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who relishes in the feeling of your mouth around his length ,he holds the loaded gun to your head,the gasp of fear sending a pleasant vibration along his cock, “do me well bella,maybe ill let you cum tonight~”

Serial Killer Dazai! who ,feeling his first release coming on, hold your head down and thrusts up lightly, making you gag, before cumming down your throat.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who makes you swallow every last drop,the idea if his release filling you up in more ways than one driving him insane. “You’re such a fuxking slut for me arent you?you fuxking degenerate” he moans as he sees you swallow.

Serial Killer Dazai! who instructs you to sit on his dick and ride him.who puts the gun in your mouth,ordering you to suck it as you cockwarm. His occasional thrusts causing you to gag on the metallic weapon.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who isnt satisfied and picks you up by the ass (his cock still buried in your cunt) and pins you against a wall.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who brings your legs up around his waist and begins to relentlessly pound into you. In and out so fast its making you go cross-eyed! (He loves the sight~)

Serial Killer Dazai! who begins to work your neglected clit with the tip of his gun. The cold metal sending shivers from your pussy all through your body.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who locks you in a mating press,you jolt against the wall and your pretty moans resonate all through the empty warehouse.

Serial Killer Dazai! who brings your attention to the body right behind you both. He leans in close saying, “did ya enjoy that one bella? Did you see the fear in his eyes? Did it make you wet?” (All rhetorical questions of course)

Serial Killer Dazai! Who’s voice lowers, becoming gentler,raspier as he says,“did i do good? Did you…like it? Did i make you proud?” This wasnt the man who’d been killing a random accountant from the bar moments ago…no. It was him in his most vulnerable form,a child seeking to do good.to be the best

Serial Killer Dazai! Whose eyes darken the moment you nod, and just like that he was back to his usual self,he thrust back into you, “Good.now cum for me you little slut🖤” he says,kissing you passionately, an oddly love filled gesture in a rather lustful scenario.

Serial Killer Dazai! who moans your name as you cum around his cock,he reaches his climax not long after and the feeling gets him moaning even louder.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who lets you down and pulls your panties back up,your cum-stuffed hole still leaking from both of your releases.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who casually makes you rest back on the chair as he drenches the body in gasoline before promptly dropping a lit match into it.he steps back, and admires his handiwork before turning back to you and askin if you’re okay.

Serial Killer Dazai! Who carries you back to his car and drives u both home.who gives you a lovely bath to wash off the blood,cum and dirt (you come out of it with a few more hickeys than you went in with, but its fineeee)

And finally, Serial Killer Dazai! Who gets into his paw patrol pjs before cuddling up to you and holding you close. He’s forever greatful for you and will never stop thanking the stars for blessing him with an absolute angel.

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[minniesmutt]

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♱ ━━━ CONTENT: INDIRECT MENTIONS OF MURDER, GUN MENTIONS, THREATS ON READERS LIFE, MENTION OF PROSTITUTES, STD MENTIONS, NON-SEXUAL NUDITY, FINGERING, EXHIBITIONISM/VOUYERISM, QUICKIE, PROTECTED SEX ♱ ━━━ WC: 2.6K ♱ ━━━ PAIRING: CHAN X READER ♱ ━━━ 18+ work!! minors and ageless/blank blogs DNI! you will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog ♱ ━━━ a repost from my old blog

     “So, I fucked a mafia boss?”

     “More or less,” Changbin replied

     “That’s kinda hot,” Y/n shrugged

     “Congrats Chan, you didn’t scare her off,” Seungmin gave the leader a thumbs-up

     “Can I get an explanation on the ‘Chan’ part? That’s the thing throwing me off.”

     “Did you tell you his name was Chris?” Felix asked

     “That’s what Changbin and I heard last night, or, early this morning?” Jisung stated

     “That’s embarrassing, damn.” Y/n sighed

     “I can kick them out still,” Chan told her, praying she’d tell him too

     “No, I want more of an explanation.”     Y/n was persistent, that was for sure. Felix took to explaining the current situation; alias’, how they all met, fell into crime and violence together, etc. Leaving out what they actually had done and what they did every day. The club front and mentioned a few others they had because eight people running one club were suspicious.

     “Wow, okay that’s a lot,” Y/n sighed, taking in the information she had just given

     “Chan,” Changbin said

     “Yeah. You guys get to work.”     The words left his lips and the seven guys made their way out of the penthouse, leaving the two. Chan sighed and turned from where he stood next to the counter to stand between her thighs, hands pressing against the cold counter. Y/n wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.

     “I didn’t plan to tell you any of this,” Chan brought one hand up to hold her chin between his thumb and pointer finger

     “Is this the part where you tell me I can’t go back to my regular life? That I know too much?” Y/n was half joking. She’d read a couple of mafia lover books before, if they were anything like real life, she could guess what was coming.

     “You either stay with us or we make you disappear.” The look in his eyes was serious. Y/n just smiled at him.

     “You know, normal people don’t smile when their life is on the line,” Chan notified her

     “Well, guess I’m not normal then. You’re stuck with me.”

     “Y/n, please tell me you’ve thought this through.”

     “What? Stay with a hot gang leader who’s very sweet and has some funny friends who are equally as attractive or die?”

     “You’d be giving up you’re whole life, friends and all, princess. We can’t risk you running to the police.”

     “Chrissy, babe. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m not entirely right in the head. I don’t think a sane person would be as calm as I am about this whole thing. I swear I won’t go to the police or tell my friends about this. Most they will know if you’re a club owner and ask for free drinks. Do you want me to make a blood oath to you or something?”

     “No, you don’t need to go that far. It’s… It’s a lot more than me.”

     His head dropped as well as his hand. Laying on her thigh, “You wouldn’t be the first person we’ve brought into this. It usually doesn’t end well when they agree to stay.” 

     “Hey,” Y/n grabbed his face and made him look at her, “What aren't you telling me?”

     “Besides that, my friends are just as smitten with you as I am, if you stay with us you are going to get caught up in everything.”

     “That seems like a given. But I think eight hot men are good bodyguards.”

     “Just how fucked is that pretty little head of yours?”

     “I'm sure you'll figure it out soon,” Y/n pulled him in for a kiss.

     Chan laughed a bit as he kissed her back, gripping her hips, and pulled her closer to the ledge of the counter. Y/n pressed her torso up against his bare chest, hands wandering down to his shoulders and gripping his biceps. “You sure you wanna stay?” Chan pulled away from her lips.

     “Yes, Chris. Now stop worrying and fuck me again.” 

     Chan smiled, “You know, the guys are gonna want you too, right?” he leaned in and kissed down her neck

     “I don’t mind getting passed around,” Y/n chuckled, “But can you share?”

     “I can,” Chan answered, snaking and hand from her hips to under his shirt.

     He pushed his finger between her folds and let his thumb slowly run circles along her clit. Y/n laid her head back on the cabinet behind her as he pushed two fingers inside of her, slowly pumping them in and out of her.

     “Fuck Chrissy.”

     “Love when you call me that,” His voice was muffled against her neck. 

     “Chan! Do you not have you’re fucking phone on you!” Minho’s voice rang

     Chan sighed, not once even stopping his ministrations on her, “What is it now?”

     “Felix got into the cameras at the docs. A bunch of lower-grade thugs go—” Minho walked into the kitchen, “Before I go further, what are we doing with her?”

     “She’s staying with us,” Chan didn’t miss the smirk on his friend’s face.

     “Well, lower-grade thugs got their hands on some bigger-grade guns and ballistics—” Minho explained the situation but Y/n wasn’t paying much attention as Chan slipped a third finger into her and pressed harder on her clit. Chan’s attention wasn’t even on her anymore, he was fully involved in his conversation with Minho. She bit her lower lip to keep her moans at bay.

     “Don’t be quiet on the count of me kitten,” Minho stated, smirk returning to his face.

     Her eyes flickered over to the other man. The moment she caught his gaze, she clenched around Chan’s fingers. Minho’s eyes drifted across her body as he continued speaking with Chan. Eyes lingering just a tad too long on her exposed thighs. 

     “Find the guys and call me, I’ll handle it from there.”

     “You going to have your phone on you this time?”

     “Yes, now go.” 

     Minho smiled, leaving the two of them. Chan turned his attention back to the woman in front of him. His lips went back to her neck while his fingers picked up the pace inside her. 

     “You like being watched when you’re getting fucked,” Chan chuckled 

     “Don’t know what you mean.” His fingers left her seconds later, making her whine

     “I felt you clamp around my fingers when Minho walked in. Don’t play dumb,” Chan pulled himself out of his pants.

     “I could say the same for you. You didn’t stop fingering me when you were talking to him,” Y/n added as he opened a drawer and rummaged around before pulling out a condom, “Do you just conveniently keep condoms in your kitchen?”

     “You never know where you’re gonna fuck, might as well be prepared,” Chan smiled as he tore open the wrapper, rolling the rubber onto his cock

     “Thought you didn’t bring others home.”

     “Princess, we’ve all used prostitutes before,” Chan explained as he pulled her down from the counter, turning her around so his back was against his chest.

     Before she could even comment, Chan pushed into her in one fell swoop. Y/n let a high-pitched moan fall from their throat as leaned forward, putting her hands on the counter in front of her. Chan smiled, holding onto her hips and leaning forward, “So pretty,” he whispered against her neck

     He pulled back and thrusted back into her, not at a slow pace but also not at a fast pace. His lips left kisses along her neck, hands traveling away from her hips and pushing the t-shirt up. 

     “Faster,” Y/n groaned as his hands groped her breasts. 

     “Not yet princess,” Chan chuckled and his fingers tweaked her nipples

     Y/n gripped the marbled counter as her head hung low, deep shallow breaths falling from her lips, slightly pushing herself back onto him, meeting his steady thrusts. 

     “Trying to fuck yourself on me, Princess?” Chan gave her one rough thrust that stopped all thoughts in her head

     Chan was quick to learn last night the effect he might have had on her. Now he was certain of it and it made him smile. 

     He stood straight behind her and grabbed her hips again. He pulled back to the tip and quickly and roughly fucked back into her. Laughing at the curses that fell from her mouth. One hand moved down from her hips to rub her clit. The bit of pressure made her walls clamp around him and the knot in her stomach tightened faster between his thrusts and his fingers.

     Chan’s thrusts were making it hard for her to do— let alone think of —anything. Hands slipping from the counter a bit, taking Chan’s notice. He moved his other hand up from her hip up to the column of her throat. He had a loser hold there as he pulled her back against his chest. Y/n grabbed onto his arm to ground herself, just a little.

     “Even prettier like this,” Chan chuckled before she came undone on his cock. Chan thrusted up a few more times before coming in the condom. 

     Both caught their breaths before Chan pulled out and tossed the condom in the garbage. Y/n leaned against the counter before she was scooped up into his arms and carried back into the large bedroom. 

     “Don’t forget your phone or Minho will kill you,” Y/n giggled as he brought her into the bathroom 

     “I’d like to see him try,” Chan replied. He set her down on the counter before turning on the facet in the tub. Chan stepped out momentarily and came back with both their phones. 

     “Oh shit. Where was mine?” Y/n asked

     “On the floor in your bag by my bed,” Chan answered

     “Didn’t know I dropped it last night. Whoops,” Y/n grabbed her barely alive phone to check her messages 

     “We were both busy,” Chan smiled as he kissed her neck before going back to fix the bath for them. 

Karina: Im so fucking pissed. That dick was terrible last night and now I’m hungover as fuck Seana: I’m assuming none of us came last night then Karina: probably not Y/n? Did you go home with anyone last night

     It was pretty obvious that her two friends she was hanging out with had just gotten home. “Am I allowed to tell my friends I fucked the club owner?” Y/n asked

     “As long as that’s all you say,” Chan replied

     Y/n smiled at him. 

Y/n: I did!  Seana: oh bitch. who? Y/n: the owner 🤭

     Chan came up and stood between her legs and watched her screen 

Karina: no way! I don’t even think the employees have seen the owner. How do you know the guy wasn’t lying? Seana: someone’s jealous 🙄 Karina: im just saying. it’s unlikely 

     “Karina seems like a bitch,” Chan noted

     “She’s been worse.” Y/n sighed

Y/n: If this penthouse is anything to the money that club brings in 👀 Seana: YOU’RE STILL THERE Y/n: He knows how to make a girl cum and I didn’t have to tell him to put a condom on. fuck yes I’m still here Karina: damn. didn’t wanna go raw 🙄 Seana: that’s why you have an std, dumbass Karina: UNCALLED FOR??? Y/n: gtg. talk later 😉 Seana: have fun babe 😉 Karina: does he have friends?

     “I stand by my previous statement,” Chan said as Y/n set her phone to the side

     “Yeah. I just keep her around for entertainment at this point.” 

     “Bath’s ready Princess.” Chan slid his hands under the t-shirt she had on

     “Join me?” Y/n asked, hands wandering down to his sweats

     “Of course,” Chan slipped the shirt off and tossed it to the ground. Y/n pushed his pants down before he took over. Y/n hopped off the counter and Chan guided her over to the tub.

     He got in first and laid back against the porcelain as she got in and laid against his chest. His arms wrapped around her body. 

     “How do you feel about working in the club?” Chan asked after a few moments

     “Gonna make me a bottle service girl?” Y/n chuckled

     “No. People talk, I need you to listen. You’ll have a front job in management as well. You’re here, I might as well put you to use,” Chan explained 

     “Being you’re fuck toy isn’t a job?”

     “You’re human, princess. Not a doll for us to play with whenever we want.”

     “What exactly would I be doing for all of you then? You mentioned the others wanting me.”

     “We haven’t explicitly talked about it, but from the way they were looking at you earlier, I figured they’d all taken a bit of an interest in you. If I’m correct and they are, you’d be shared between all of us. In return, we’ll provide you with everything you need.”

     “Like a sugar baby? That’s what this sounds like to me.”

     “Whatever you want to call it love. But, you’ll also be an informant for us. Men don't talk to us but give them a pretty face offering a drink and they’ll spill anything.”

     “But don’t sleep with the enemy? Come back to each of you every night?” 

     “Hm. Not every night. I’ll provide you with your own place in the building, we’ll all have free reign to your place as well, but you’ll have the same to our places as well. Some may be a bit more clingy than others so beware.”

     “Do you own the building too?”

     “Yes. It is usually the eight of us that just live here, but now,” Chan leaned down and kissed her shoulder, “You’ll be here.”

     “Sounds like fun.”

     Chan smiled, kissing up her neck before his phone rang. Chan got up from the tub and stepped out. He made his way over to the counter and picked up his phone. “Hello?”

     Y/n enjoyed the warm water, sinking lower. Relaxing her muscles from all they’d been through last night and this morning.

     “Alright. Get over to mine to watch Y/n, I’ll head down there.”

     Her head popped up at the mention of her name. “Where are you going?”

     “Work. Minho and Jisung are coming down to take care of you until I get back. I’m sure Minho will give you some more details on the arrangement,” Chan grabbed a towel to dry off and walked out of the room to get dressed, “I’ll have them take you to your place to pack up what you need. I should be done by the time you get back to have your new place set up,” Chan called from inside the room

     “Alrighty,” Y/n spoke, washing herself off. Chan brought in a clean t-shirt for her and cleaned up the clothes on the floor before he kissed the top of her head, “I won’t be long princess.”

     “Have fun,” Y/n replied. Chan patted the top of her head as he walked out of the bathroom. He sent a text to his two friends telling them to take her to pack her things. He made a quick stop in his closet again to grab his gun from its safe. 

     He made sure it was locked again before he left his room. Minho and Jisung walked in from the elevator. 

     “She’s still washing up,” Chan told them as he headed to the elevator. 

     “Got it, boss,” Jisung said

     “I told her about the arrangement as well.”

     Both the men smiled at the mention. They could have some fun with this.

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[duffslut]

Jealous girl

Slash x Reader

My Masterlist.

Word Count: 505

Warnings: Angst/Smut! Minors Dni.

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You were having a jealous fit again. You couldn't believe your eyes when you saw that bitch sitting on your boyfriend's lap, pretending to interview him when in reality she was blatantly hitting on him. And worst of all: SLASH WAS FUCKING ENJOYING IT.

The carefree smile on his lips made your blood boil, why the fuck was he acting like he didn't have a girlfriend? You turned off the TV and threw the remote away.

Slash only arrived home hours later, and your head hurt from how angry you were with him. You were already in bed, with your arms crossed and tapping your feet nervously.

- Hey honey. - He said giving you a kiss, you didn't move.

- What's wrong? - He asked, his body was sweaty, he took off his shirt and wiped his belly.

- Did you fuck her? - You asked, looking him deep in the eyes.

A look of terror formed on his face, but only for a millisecond.

- If I fucked who? - He said mockingly.

You hated his answer, you hated the fact that he knew exactly who you were talking about and just decided to play with your feelings. You got out of bed completely out of your mind, distraught, running towards him with your fists ready to punch him in the stomach but your efforts to hurt him just didn't seem to affect him at all, you punched his chest as tears of anger rolled down your cheeks.

- Why do you do this to me!? - You asked between sobs, tired of trying for nothing and just resting your face on his chest, feeling his hand stroking your hair.

- You'll get over it. - He said, you felt your heart ache, he didn't even care about thinking of an excuse anymore.

- No! - You exclaimed, trying to get away from him by pushing him, but he held you back.

- Shut up! - He screamed, and your body shook in fright. - You're acting like a fucking brat!

You looked at him scared, now he was the one who was angry, and you were completely helpless being held by his arms.

- No one else will love you better than I do Y/n. - Slash said softly, sliding his fingers down your face and squeezing your cheeks, forcing a pout for him to kiss you.

You were breathing heavily and tried to pull away when he kissed you, but his fingers hold on your cheeks so tight that all you could do was groan in pain, his tongue slid into your mouth roughly and his lips sucked yours. Your tears kept streaming down your face and Slash used his thumb to wipe them away.

- Don't make a scene, doll. - Slash whispered, moving his hand down to your panties.

- No, I don't want to! - You exclaimed when his fingers touched your pussy.

- I think you do. - Your body twitched at his sudden touch, you were wet, your mind was telling you to stop him, grab your things and leave him, but your body couldn't help but surrender to him.

[holdmytesseract]

Request from @anukulee to @holdmytesseract

Title: Getting Her Out Of My Head

Plot: Magnus can’t stand her, she reminds him too much of what he has seen at work, time after time. As he watches his work tear people apart. Yet still she fights him even when he knows far better. Despite this he finds himself more and more drawn to her, and what happened when he may finally have to put his big boy pants on.

Magnus age range; 30 - 42 (at most)

Reader age range; 25 (fresh out of the academy), - 29 (oldest)

POV: Magnus

Concepts: Enemies to lovers, male falls hard, male pov, grumpy x sharp tongue sunshine, and angst with happy ending.

The Quarrel of Lovers Is The Renewel of Love

Magnus Martinsson x fem!Reader

Summary: You are Magnus Martinsson's reckless protégée; acting headless and not listening to a word he says - what gets you in a dangerous situation in the end... And the policeman to confess his feelings...

Warnings: Magnus PoV?, police things, mentions of guns, knives and drugs, fluff, angst, dangerous situation, mutual pining? age gap

Word Count: 2,7k

a/n: I'm so sorry this took me so long, friend! I changed the title - what I hope is okay! Also, I really hope that you like what my brain came up with! :)

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Masterlist

"Hey, Martinsson!" One of the other detectives inside the big office at the police station in Ystad called out to the curly haired man, who was currently standing in front of the printer; trying to get the stubborn device to work again.

He lifted his gaze at the call of his name; eyes searching the room for the source of the voice. It was Clas Anderson - one of the rare colleagues Magnus didn't get along with. He was just way too arrogant and smart-aleck for his liking. The blond haired man took a deep breath and called out: "What is it, Clas?" His colleague responded with a spiteful smirk. "When do you finally learn to get your chaotic apprentice under control, huh?" Magnus rolled his eyes with a big sigh, "What did she do this time?" and abandoned the printer, in order to walk over to his colleague.

"Acting headless - as always. Even on observation. I won't take her with me again." Clas stepped closer, almost in a threatening way. "Y/L/N is your responsibility. Talk sense into her, damnit." Anderson pressed his pointer finger into the hard muscle of Magnus' chest. "Or I'm paying the executive floor a visit and tell them you're not fitting this role." The detective sighed. "I know that. I'm already doing everything I can, but she just won't listen. She's stubborn." "I don't care, Martinsson. That's your problem. Fucking fix it." With a snarl and a last threatening look, Clas brushed past Magnus.

It's been already almost six months since Y/N Y/L/N had joined the team in Ystad - but it passed for Magnus with almost no progression. He was chosen to be the young, aspiring detective's mentor. He had the duty to teach her; show her how a police officer should work. Take her under his wing. It sounded great in the beginning. Magnus' chest filled with pride, knowing that he was trusted with such a task. Over the years, he had definitely become one of the most important officers for the team. He got older; more mature - and it showed. Magnus knew exactly what he was doing. Kurt had taught him well.

But the excitement about this new chapter in his work life subsided soon... As soon as he met the quirky, young and talkative woman he should guide through her first years as a police officer - just like Kurt had guided him. Well, sometimes more, sometimes less, but that wasn't the point. From the first meeting between him and Y/N, he immediately felt that this wasn't going to work. Their perspectives were just too different. Y/N was reckless, stubborn and acted often headless. She didn't follow his instructions, which often put her in danger. Luckily no real danger, but it was enough to infuriate the curly haired man.

He did his best to not let her get under his skin, but Magnus couldn't help himself. At the end of the day, she was his 'apprentice' and 'responsibility'. It annoyed him to the core. She annoyed him to the core and yet he wasn't able to just turn his back on her. He couldn't. He didn't want to - and every night, he asked himself why. It could be so easy for him. One word was enough.

Magnus shook his head; ripping himself out of his deep thoughts. He ran a hand through his meanwhile dark blond mane. His curls had become visibly darker with the years.

He had grown. Not just mentally.

"Let's get this over with..." He sighed and made his way out of the room and down the hall to his office. Yes, he had a very own office by now. Walking through the glass door, he already saw her seated there; innocently playing with the slighty too long sleeves of your light blue blouse. Magnus swallowed. He didn't actually really want to do this, but he had to.

Rather loudly, he closed the door behind himself; causing her to jump slightly. "Y/L/N..." The detective addressed her sternly with her surname. "What happened during observation with Anderson?" His deep blue eyes settled on her smaller frame; watching her scrunch her nose and shrugging her shoulders. "I just did what I thought was right." Y/N answered nonchalantly. Magnus frowned; not quite believing her. "Clas said you acted headless. Again." The woman with the Y/H/C scoffed. "I didn't act headless! I just wanted to interfere, before-" The older detective gritted his teeth; tired of her constant excuses and her not owning up to her obvious mistakes.

Clas may be an arsehole - but he was an experienced detective and certainly not stupid.

Magnus had a long thread of patience, but it came how it had to come someday... He lost it. "You know what, Y/L/N? I don't want to hear it! Don't waste your breath! This is going to lead nowhere - like all our serious conversations do! It's pointless, until you finally stop being so utterly stubborn and headless and listen to me - or other experienced detectives!" Y/N stood up from her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not a newbie anymore, Magnus! I know what I'm doing!" Magnus shook his head. "No, you don't! You don't have the experience! I never said that you're a newbie! Sure, you know your job, but sometimes you just should listen to me! It'll get you in serious trouble sometime! I can assure you that!"

The woman groaned in frustration and rounded the desk; stepped closer to her mentor. So close, that she was almost chest to chest with him. "I don't think I'm the problem. You are. You didn't like me from the first day. Don't pretend it isn't true! You just don't trust in my skills enough is all!"

The curly haired man felt the blood boil within his veins. Why was she so annoying and unreasonable? "No, that is not true! I just don't want you getting yourself hurt or even killed! We're not dealing with kid stuff like neighbour fights or drunkards behind a steering wheel, no..." He sighed; pinching the bridge of his nose. "Y/N, we are dealing with the heavy stuff. Raids, drug businesses and murder! I've seen what this job can do to people! I know what can happen, so please... Please let me talk some sense into you right now!" His apprentice stepped even closer. So close, that he could feel her warm breath on his face. "I know what we are doing, Magnus. I'm neither stupid, nor blind. Learn to trust me more. Have some confidence in me and stop treating me like I'm made of glass."

She held his hard gaze for a few seconds, then walked past him; "My shift it over. I'll see you tomorrow." and left him behind in his office.

Magnus wanted to scream and throw something against the wall. Why does she had to make things so difficult? It could be so easy! After taking a few deep breaths, he sat down at his desk; closing his eyes for a short moment. "This woman is going to break my nerves..." The curly haired man muttered to himself; opening a file he had to work on.

Only a mere week later happened exactly that what Magnus always tried to prevent from happen. Y/N's recklessness got her into a dangerous situation...

The pair was on observation duty today; for a case involving a drug business. Their suspect was a young man; living in the poorer district of Ystad. Together, Magnus and Y/N walked to the detectives car. "Remember, Y/N... We are just on observation, okay?" She opened the passenger door; giving him a smile. "Sure, Mags! I got it. Loosen up a little." Eyeing her for another moment, he sat inside the car; slamming the door shut.

The older police officer drove them to their destination - a very old, bedraggled building at the edge of the town. It has been reported that this was a 'famous' drug business destination, so... And besides was their suspect spotted here before. Magnus parked the car a bit offsides; not to attract any attention. And with that, the observation started. It took a long few hours until something was happening in front of the building... A car stopped right in front of it. Somebody was getting out of the vehicle.

The curly haired man grabbed his binocular. "It's him. It's Bergman." The young police officer reached for her binoculars as well. "Looks like he's waiting for someone." Magnus agreed. "Yes..."

"Let's get closer."

The curly haired man shook his head. "No, Y/N. We are just observing, remember?" "Yes, but-" "No buts. We are staying in this car." The young woman inhaled deeply. "Yes, boss."

"Stop calling me that." "Why?" "Because I don't like it and you know it." She giggled. "Alright... Boss."

Magnus rolled his eyes; feeling his nerves stressed out again. "Y/N, I swear, if you don't-" "Oh my gosh, this is a drug deal! We are witnessing one of Bergman's drug deals!" She suddenly interrupted her mentor; gazing through the binoculars again, "Look!" and reached over to slap the elder man's shoulder. Martinsson did what Y/N asked him to do and watched the scenes unfold through his binoculars.

He swallowed. "It seems like it, yes." "We have to intervene, Magnus! We have to do something!" For the nth time, the curly haired detective shook his head. "No, we won't," he hissed. "If we do that now, just intervene and something gets wrong, we- Y/N, stop!"

He shouldn't have averted his eyes from his protégée. A mistake with consequences.

The last thing he saw of her, was how she stormed out of the car; weapon drawn. "Damnit!" Magnus cursed; slamming his hands down on the steering wheel, before running them through his thick curls. Quickly reaching for the binoculars again, he watched her every step; his fingers curling tightly around it.

Don't act with precipitation, don't act with precipitation, Magnus repeated the words like a prayer inside his head. Keep a cool head.

He watched how Y/N sneaked up towards the building and the two men; clearly with the intention to corner them - and that's what the young police officer did, but without success.

One of the two men (not the main suspect) broke out in panic and fled. Magnus swallowed; still watching. She went to approach Bergman; wanted to arrest him, but it didn't go how she planned this. Exactly that happened, what Magnus always had been afraid of... Y/N's headlessness got her into a dangerous, life threatening situation...

Everything happened so fast. One moment she was about to put handcuffs around Bergman's wrists and the next she found herself in the clutches of another man - probably their suspect's friend or henchman, with her gun on the ground and a knife pressed snugly against her neck. That was the moment Magnus lost it. He had to intervene. He needed to save this reckless woman and protect her. At all costs. He knew that he should call for backup and get this done the right and proper way, but he couldn't. Seeing Y/N with a knife pressed against her neck, caused the attentive policeman to lose it.

Magnus' heart dropped into his gut. It made him act headless, too.

He stormed out of the car; slamming the door shut behind himself. As fast as possible, he sneaked his way over. Magnus' heart was thumping against his ribcage; adrenaline, fear and nervosity flooded his system. Gritting his teeth and taking a few deep breaths, he left his hideout - gun drawn and loaded. "Ystad polisen! Släpp kniven!" The man's eyes who held Y/N widened, while Bergman wanted to reach for his own weapon. Something Magnus halted. "Tänk inte ens tanken! Händerna bakom huvudet, nu!" Then he turned to face the other young man. "Och du ska släppa kniven och låta henne gå!"

The man with black hair scoffed. "Varför ska vi låta henne gå?" The curly haired detective gritted his teeth. He saw only two ways out of this... Actually one. Shooting them was definitely not an option.

He looked over at Y/N. He saw how the young woman trembled in the bulkier man's arms; trying to hold back the tears.

Magnus swallowed hard. "Låt henne gå så låter jag dig gå." As a sign that he really meant it, the detective engaged the safety of his gun and threw it away, before he lifted his hand in surrender. Y/N's eyes widened at the foolish behaviour of Magnus. She had never seen him acting like this before.

"Låt henne nu gå."

The two men looked at each other and nodded. The black haired one threw Y/N aside and both started to run; quickly vanishing out of their sight.

Magnus didn't hesitate; was quick to rush immediately at Y/N's side. "Are you alright?" He asked; concerned eyes scanning her body as he crouched down beside her; wrapping his arms around her body. The young police officer nodded; still a bit trembling. Magnus didn't hesitate; lifted her up and carried her back towards the car, bridal style.

After sitting her in the passenger seat and getting a blanket from the trunk to wrap around her; he started the engine and pulled the car back on the road.

No one said a single word on the entire ride. Magnus was still trying to process what happened and Y/N was still way too shocked and shaken. Instead of driving back to the police station, took Magnus Y/N to his home, where he guided her up the stairs and sat her gently down on the sofa; blanket still wrapped around her. Minutes later, she had a steaming cup of tea in her hands.

"Thank you," the young woman mumbled quietly. "Of course," Magnus reassured her and sat down beside her. "Do you feel better?" She nodded; taking a small sip from the tea. Once more they sat in silence, until Y/N finally had the bravery to ask the question which was ghosting through her head already the whole car ride. "Why did you do that?"

The curly haired man's eyes snapped up to meet Y/N's. He swallowed hard; nervously rubbing his palms together.

"Because I had to."

She shook her head. "No... You didn't. You were acting headless. Something you never did before..."

He wanted to scream. Again. The realisation which had dawned on him after he went to save her was like a punch into the guts. Deep down he knew it, but nevertheless didn't see it coming.

"Well... Perhaps this is just what people do when they're in love."

"W-What?" Y/N blinked; visibly didn't see that coming. "I-In love? A-Are you trying to say that-"

"I've fallen in love with you, yes."

Silence.

"I-I don't know what to say, I..." Magnus gave her a gentle smile, despite that he felt like dying inside. "You don't have to say anything, Y/N." He knew that his feelings weren't reciprocated. Why should they? What would Y/N want with a man who was almost ten years older than her? "You wanted an honest explanation. I gave you one and that was it. This is an issue I have to deal with, not y-" The detective got interrupted and literally overwhelmed that her lips were suddenly on his; massaging them gently and encouraging him to kiss back.

It felt surreal. Like a dream - but he couldn't help himself but to give in and melt into the kiss.

"So... Does that mean my feelings are reciprocated?" He panted against her lips; smiling. Y/N scoffed playfully. "Didn't I make that very clear?" Magnus shook his head. "No, no, I think you need to give me a few more evidences." She smirked.

"Gladly."

Translation:

Släpp kniven! - Drop the knife!

Tänk inte ens tanken! Händerna bakom huvudet, nu! - Don't even think about it! Hands behind your head, now!

Och du ska släppa kniven och låta henne gå! - And you are going to drop that knife and let her go!

Varför ska vi låta henne gå? - Why should we let her go, huh?

Låt henne gå så låter jag dig gå. - Let her go and I'll let you go.

Låt henne nu gå. - Now let her go.

[zaukiel]

i dont apologize for spamming today bc as i clean out my folders i can find shit to post that i havent put into my art blog yet

INCLUDING THE VIKSTUCK i did for 4 13 a few yrs back when we were still doing our FF8 dungeons and dragons campaign

LONG POST INCOMING

>WAKE UP Rise and shine, you got shit to do today.

>TURN OFF ALARM There ya go, champ. Welcome to the waking world!

>ENTER NAME Your name is VIKTOR RACHMAN. You are currently in TRABIA GARDEN training to be a SEED. Today is your day off, and you get to spend it mostly how you would like.

>GET OUT OF BED. You rise out of bed. You made sure to sleep earlier last night as tonight you plan on going out to be a rowdy bitch. You still have some chores to get done before you can start your day. But first! What would you like to do?

>EXAMINE VINYL ALBUM ON WALL That is your STRAY CARBUNCLES album, you still arent sure why they went for the pixellated look for the album art, its illegible, but it was the first vinyl you ever bought because you love that rockabilly sound.

>OPEN BLINDS AND PEEP OUT THE WINDOW It’s very bright outside, you’re not quite used to it, but at least now your room is lit up. There appears to be some people out and about right now in one of the concourses, you sometimes wish you had a south dorm for a better view.

>WOSH HIM You look down at yourself and realize you probably could do for a shower or something. Time to get BIG CLEAN.

Victory! You are now clean and the first of the things on your list of tasks is done, good job Viktor. You did your basic duty of not smelling bad and the world thanks you for this.

>ADMIRE SELF IN MIRROR

You pull your hair back out of your face so it looks more like your usual cut, you give yourself a wink and a finger gun. Looking damn fine, Viktor, as usual.

>EAT SOMETHING

It’s occurred to you that you probably need to eat. But you have a few things you need to do still before you can leave your room. A shirt at the least is one of those requirements. You should probably consult your LIST of THINGS YOU NEED TO DO TODAY.

>CONSULT LIST

Right, the LIST. You should probably figure out what you did with it.

You return back into your room and have a look around, you’ve thrown your clothing you’d had on before minus your jeans onto the floor and bed because you’re too lazy to deal with them right now.

Priority 1: List, where the fuck did you put it?

>LOOK DOWN, JACKASS.

Oh, right. The paper. The one that’s been there literally this entire fucking time. On your floor. Because you don’t know how to put things away.

>PICK UP LIST AND LOOK AT IT.

There ya go simple shit to do you can manage that.

HEY don’t give ME that look, you and I both know I struggle to draw you when you dont have a shirt on, just put one on.

Now you’re just being facetious.

this isnt how shirts work and you know it but im going to allow it for progression’s sake. good job you have a shirt on despite the laws of physics. now what?

>STYLE YOUR HAIR!

Do something flirty and fun! I think we both agree that’s a good place to start, right buddy?

>MONTAGE

>HAIR FIX COMPLETE!

Looking good~ as always! Well now that that’s done you’re almost done your list!

>CHECK LIST AGAIN.

listen you can hang around shirtless later, for now we have work to do.

and thats as far as it went bc i got tired

i should do another one sometime for the new age vik :3

[moginrambles]

putting some thoughts out there

to whom it may concern, strangers, friends, myself from the future with a gun looking to undo the mistakes of the- hey can you hold it a second i'm trying to write smt here.

...anyway

so im making a sideblog to try and motivate myself to write more consistently (and maybe draw again?)

i've got a lot of wips, most of which havent seen the light of day in over 5yrs in various states of completion so i want to work on that

not sure exactly what this blog will look like in a years time. i'll figure out my tagging system in a day or two but i think i'll be:

sharing my works

posting small previews of things i'm working on when the mood strikes me

thoughts on projects

progress for the day - if i remember to do that

seems reasonable.

i've got a lot less free time on my hands lately due to my new job, the hour / 1hr30m travel time can be rough but i could probably could squeeze more writing on the bus if i put my mind to it

i'm also, if you don't know me irl, still recovering from two hand injuries! it sucks but i have another hospital app. next month, a day after the year anniversary of the injuries so maybe that will put me back on the right track to recovery. fingers crossed i guess but either way it's a physical limitation i'm sick of and want to overcome for good this year

it's late, i need to get up at 6am but i'm rambling and will add more to this tomorrow. i'm currently working on a gift fic for a friend that's gotten severely out of hand but i'm hoping to wrap that up before the end of the month and write a ton after it's done.

tbh this post is mostly just for me to just put something up on here and commit to the sideblog idea, if you've read this much i hope you're having a good day! and i'll post again soon with something a little less rambly

[dailyashleighraichu]

[flightlessangelwings]

The Favorite

Javier Peña x fem!reader x Comandante Veracruz

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY!), sex worker reader (we respect sex workers here!), mutual pining, oral (m receiving x2), hinted bisexuality, multiple orgasms, overstim, rough sex, fingering, unprotected sex, protective!Javier, cheeky Veracruz, no use of y/n (I think I got everything, please let me know if I missed something!)

Notes: I am SO EXCITED to share this one with y'all cause this was a blast to write!!! So I hope y'all enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it!! And a big thank you to @bendro-pascarnes for giving me ideas and encouragement for this fic!!! Enjoy!!! Reblogs and follows are very much appreciated!!

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Javier Peña was exhausted. Physically, he couldn’t remember the last time he had a decent night’s sleep. Mentally, he was frustrated that a certain arms dealer he had been after for months slipped past his grip once again. Emotionally, he needed a release. 

And that was what led him to your door time and time again. 

Javier sighed to himself as he stared at the familiar doorway and knocked three times. He knew every little crack in the plain door to your apartment, and he could tell you were on the other side by the familiar rustling and step pattern. You were a comfort to Javier, and there was something about you that drew him back over and over again.

He kept that to himself, though. It was just sex, just a release. He didn’t want to complicate things by bringing emotions and feelings into your relationship. And he certainly never wanted to put you in any danger by getting more involved with you. What if the wrong person found out who you were and tried to use you against him? Javier couldn’t live with himself if you were ever hurt and it was his fault.

All his thoughts were pushed out though when you finally opened the door and Javier looked deep into your eyes. 

“Hey querida,” he breathed as he immediately cupped your face and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

“Javi…” you moaned as you welcomed the warmth and comfort his large hands brought you. You reached out and gripped onto his jacket as he gently guided you inside.

The moment he crossed the threshold, Javier closed the door behind him and locked it all without ever breaking away from you. It secretly made his heart skip a beat the way you put all your trust in him, even for something so small. And the need within him grew exponentially as he tasted you on his tongue. 

But as quickly as you got lost within him, you had to gather yourself, “Javi,” you repeated his name in a firmer voice as you gently pushed him away, “This isn’t a good time…” your eyes drifted into your apartment where another man sat on your couch.

“Hola, Agente Peña,” a smooth yet familiar voice greeted him, “This is quite unexpected,” the man rose to his feet and looked him in the eye with a challenge in his eyes.

“Comandante Veracruz!” Javier immediately pushed you behind him and raised his gun, “Stay behind me, querida,” he told you softly before he turned back to the other man, “What the hell are you doing here?!”

“It looks like for the same reason you are, Agente,” Veracruz smirked, “It appears you and I have similar tastes in women, no?”

It was then that Javier noticed that the Comandante’s shirt was completely open, revealing a soft, smooth chest underneath. He swallowed hard as he thought about you with him and what he interrupted by showing up at your place unannounced. But his jaw clenched and he looked at Veracruz with a dangerous look in his eye as he clicked his gun, “You stay the fuck away from her, hijo de puta!”

Veracruz did not have a weapon on him, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to back down. He took a step closer to Javier with a challenge in his eyes, “Go ahead, shoot me, Agente.”

The two men stayed locked in their standoff, the tension in the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. 

“Ok enough!” you shouted as you darted out from behind Javier and placed yourself between the two men, “No one is shooting anyone in my apartment, got it,” you raised your hands in front of each of them, both their chests close enough that you felt the heat from each man.

You stared at Javier until he lowered his weapon and then turned to Veracruz and waited for him to raise his hands in defeat. You heard both men grumble curses to themselves as they glared daggers at the other. The tension in the room was palpable, and you knew you had to be quick to diffuse the situation. 

“Javi,” you turned to him, “Can you come back later? V was here first.” You figured the best way for them to not kill each other in your apartment was to get one of them to leave.

Javier breathed your name in exasperation, “Do you know who this man is? What he’s done?!”

Clearly, your initial plan was going to fail, “Yes Javi, he tells me about every detail of his life,” you deadpanned. You and Javier stared at each other while Veracruz snickered softly behind you, “He’s just another client, Javi,” you softened when he clearly didn’t appreciate your sarcasm, “It’s ok, I’m ok,” you reassured him.

Javier’s jaw clenched and you saw the muscles in his face tense, “I don’t like leaving you alone with him, querida,” there was a tenderness in his voice, but you also heard something else underlying his words that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

The tension in the room only grew as the three of you stayed in a stare-off. Neither man seemed to be willing to step away, and you didn’t want anything to escalate inside. For once, you had no idea what to do next. 

Veracruz stepped up behind you and placed his hand on your hip while he nuzzled into your ear, “Do not worry, Agente,” his eyes locked onto Javier’s as he caressed your body, “I would never harm her,” he made a show of kissing and nibbling your ear, and you couldn’t help the sigh that escaped your lips, “She is too delicious to mar.”

Every muscle in Javier’s body tensed as he watched the display in front of him. He wasn’t sure if the fact that you seemed to enjoy the Comandante’s touch comforted him or made him angrier. But, at the very least he was convinced, for now, that he truly would not hurt you. So, with a reluctant sigh, Javier put away his gun and dropped his shoulders as he relaxed slightly. However, he made no attempt to move.

“I have an idea,” you snapped out of the trance that Veracruz put you in and reached out for his arm, “Stay.”

“Perdoneme?!” Both men echoed as their eyes went wide.

“I only have time for one today,” you explained, “Why don’t you both stay?” you let out a soft, short laugh, “I’ll even let you share the price of your time.”

Javier and Veracruz stared at each other, and you could tell that they both thought over your offer. There seemed to be a lot on the table for the two men, and you easily deduced that Veracruz was one of the many that Javier chased after at his job. It was an unusual place to be in for sure, but the thought of both of these very attractive men at the same time sent a rush of excitement through your veins. 

Veracruz eyed Javier up and down before he broke the silence, “I am willing to give this a try,” he smirked, “Besides, I do have to admit you are a handsome man, Agente,” he added with a quip.

Clearly Javier did not expect that, and you saw his composure stumble slightly. But, as he looked between you and Veracruz you noticed the bulge in his pants. 

“Ok.” It was just a whisper, but both you and Veracruz heard it loud and clear. 

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you felt a rush of wetness between your legs, “Ok,” you repeated, “But my apartment is neutral territory, got it,” your voice was firmer, “No killing each other while you’re here.”

“Agreed,” Veracruz’s tone dropped as he wrapped his arms around you once more.

“Agreed,” Javier echoed as he stepped closer to you and reached out for you.

“Ok,” you smiled as you leaned into the embraces of both men and savored the feelings of being in between them. Oh, you were going to enjoy this, you just knew it. 

Veracruz nuzzled his nose against the shell of your ear again as he maintained sharp eye contact with Javier, “Since I was here first,” he purred, “I am going to fuck her first.”

Javier’s jaw clenched as you moaned against the other man. Veracruz ripped you from his grip as he led you back towards your couch. The Comandante nibbled along the muscle in your neck as his hands roamed all over your body, quickly stripping you of what little you wore on the way. Javier swallowed hard as heat quickly rose in his own body as he watched Veracruz ravage you.

You let out a soft yelp as Veracruz pushed you onto the couch. Immediately, you spread your legs and you looked up at both men with a glazed over expression in your eyes. Both of them groaned as they looked down at you and studied every inch of your figure. The tension still remained though, even as they both shed their jackets at the same time, their arms brushing against the other as they did so.

Javier and Veracruz glared at each other for a moment before the whimper you let out called their attention again. Veracruz spared Javier another quick glance and a devilish smirk before he lunged forward and took your lips with his own. He swallowed the moan you let out as he devoured you completely.

“You know the way I like you, muñeca,” Veracruz groaned against your lips.

“Yes, Comandante,” you moaned back in a tone that made Javier’s cock twitch.

Javier watched as you positioned yourself on your hands and knees on your couch while Veracruz slipped his pants off with haste. Javier couldn’t help but eye the Comandante up and down when he stood fully nude behind you, and it only made his skin burn hotter.

He noticed of course, and as he lined himself up with your entrance behind you, Veracruz smirked, “Like what you see, Agente?”

Javier muttered to himself something that neither you nor Veracruz could decipher as his eyes darted down to the floor. His eyes only snapped back up when Veracruz landed a hard smack on your ass and you cried out in pleasure. Javier watched with darkened eyes as Veracruz caressed your ass for a moment before he smacked your pussy hard and you screamed even louder. 

“She likes this,” Veracruz’s eyes flashed up to Javier, “Have you tried it?” he smacked your pussy again and again you screamed in bliss, “Her screams are delicious,” he purred. 

“Fuck…” Javier muttered as he palmed his cock through his jeans.

“But even more delicious,” Veracruz groaned as he stroked his cock a few times before lining himself up with your entrance, “Is when you enter her for the first time…”

With that, Veracruz thrust into you in one swift motion, fully burying himself inside you. The scream you let out echoed in the room and it made both men growl lowly. Veracruz wasted no time, though, and immediately pounded into you at a fast and harsh pace. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he gritted his teeth while he rocked into you over and over again.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you surrendered to the roughness that was Veracruz. You knew to expect that from him, and if you were honest, you craved it just as much as he did. He always left you a trembling mess by the time he was done, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. But, as Veracruz pounded into you, another sound made you open your eyes. 

While Veracruz fucked you, Javier opened the zipper of his jeans and stroked himself in rhythm with the Comadnante’s thrusts. And when he groaned, your eyes shot open and you whimpered when you were met with the sight of the agent with his thick cock in his large hand.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out as your mind swam in pleasure.

Veracruz growled as he tightened his grip on you and gave his hips a long, slow, strong thrust. Your eyes fluttered shut as he buried his cock as deep inside you as he possibly could. Veracruz dragged his length out of you slowly until only the tip was still inside you and he muttered an incoherent curse when he looked down and saw the way your pussy lips wrapped around him.

“I hope you are watching, Agente,” Veracruz glanced up at the other man for a moment before he slammed himself back into you again. 

This time, however, Veracruz didn’t move right away and he stayed with his cock deep inside you for several moments. He groaned as he opened his eyes and met Javier’s once more. Vaguely, you were aware of the tension that still remained between the two men, and you knew that they were both going to lose themselves in a fight for power in the situation. But, you were also too lost in the bliss that was Veracruz’ cock to care. 

“Cuidado, Veracruz,” Javier warmed as his eyes narrowed.

“I am always careful, Agente,” Veracruz thrust into you once and held himself still again for another moment. 

When you cried out in pleasure, the Comandante lost his control, and he quickly picked up his pace and rocked into you with his usual fast pace once more. You dropped your head down for a moment as his thick cock dragged along your inner walls, making you see stars, but when you heard Javier jerking himself off again, you lifted yourself and met his eyes.

The fire that burned behind Javier’s eyes made you whimper and your mouth watered, “Come here, Javi,” you cooed as you reached for him with a trembling hand.

Javier moved as if he was in a trance, and perhaps he was. Guided by your voice, he stepped closer until he was within your reach. When he was, you immediately tugged at his pants and yanked them down, all with your mouth wide open in a silent invitation.

It was one that Javier eagerly accepted, and after he helped you shed his jeans, he placed his cock on the tip of your tongue. Without hesitation, you wrapped your lips around his cock and swallowed as much of it as you could, making Javier groan loudly. He couldn’t help it, and his hands landed on your scalp as he thrust himself in and out of your mouth right away. Your mouth always felt so good, but something was different about this time.

Veracruz watched the whole thing with dark amusement. Lust grew within him like a weed as he watched Javier fuck your face in time with his own thrusts. Not wanting to share too much of your attention, Veracruz smacked your ass hard. But all of you moaned at the same time as your own sounds were muffled by Javier’s cock in your mouth.

Heat rose in the room as both Javier and Veracruz fucked you, filling you from either end. Their dueling shows of dominance only made them fuck you harder, but that was a win in your book. And soon enough, you felt the tingle of your climax quickly creeping up. You weren’t about to let go of Javier’s cock, though, and you moaned around him as you worked him with your tongue still.

“She’s about to cum,” Veracruz groaned, “I can feel her clenching around me,” he sped up his thrusts and reached around to rub at your clit, determined to make you cum harder than you ever had before, “I am about to cum too, muñeca…”

And it didn't take much longer for Veracruz to get what he wanted. But, he also wanted to hear you scream when you came, so he grabbed your waist and reeled you up so that your back was flush against his chest. You whined when you were forced off Javier’s cock, but the action drove Veracruz deeper into you, hitting that spot that drove you wild. The instant you were against Veracruz’s strong body, you came hard, screaming his name as your body shook against his.

Veracruz’s pace became erratic as your orgasm triggered his own. He growled as he maintained eye contact with Jaiver as long as he could until he too surrendered to the pleasure. He bit down on your neck hard as he rode out both your climaxes.

Javier watched with wide eyes, and he wondered if you looked that beautiful when you came on his cock too. But, when you started to fall forward, he broke out of his thoughts and immediately caught you before you hit the couch. Ignoring Veracruz, he caressed your body tenderly as you came down from your high.

“You alright, querida?” Javier whispered in your ear.

“Mmmhmm,” you didn’t trust your voice just yet.

Javier glanced up at Veracruz before he turned his attention to you, “I’ve got you, hang on.”

He helped you up and guided you back towards your bedroom, where he preferred to fuck you. He heard the footsteps of Veracruz behind him, and he knew the Comandante followed close behind. Javier gently laid you down onto your bed, and his breath caught in his throat when you looked up at him with a look he couldn’t quite discern.

“Javi…” you reached up and cupped his face, pulling him close to yours before you whispered, “Your turn.”

You closed the gap between your face with a heated kiss. Javier immediately deepened it and dove his tongue into your mouth, exploring where his cock just was. He groaned when he tasted the saltiness on your tongue, and it only made his cock strain against your bodies.

Veracruz watched the exchange with a look of pure lust in his eyes. Where he fucked you hard and fast, Javier was slower and more deliberate. Veracruz watched as Javier cupped your breasts while he devoured your lips and the way you reacted to his touch. Veracruz watched as his hands ran down the sides of your body, causing goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Veracruz watched as he palmed your pussy, his thumb brushing against your clit.

“Smack her pussy, Agente,” Veracruz growed: an order, not a request.

“I know how to fuck her, Comandante,” Javier snapped back as he broke away from your kiss for the first time.

Veracruz grinned from where he settled himself on the side of your bed, his cock in his hand already hardened again from watching Javier pleasure you. But, the smile was wiped from his face when Javier dipped two fingers into your pussy and wiped away the evidence of his own release that still lingered on your body. Javier looked at the other man with a challenge in his eye: the same challenge Veracruz himself had earlier.

But, it only made Veracruz amused, “Well played, Agente Peña.” He couldn’t deny that he wouldn’t have done the same thing had roles been reversed.

Javier then did something that caught him off guard: he smacked your pussy. Hard. You threw your head back and screamed even louder as he smacked your pussy a second time. Still sensitive from how hard Veracruz fucked you, every touch felt like it was dialed up to 100. And Javier was rougher than Veracruz thought he would be.

Just as his roughness bubbled to the surface, it disappeared as Javier caressed your cunt gently. He rubbed at your clit as you cried out in pleasure before he dove two fingers into you. You clawed at your bedsheets as Veracruz watched with an inferno behind his eyes. 

“Impressed?” Javier cocked a grin at Veracruz as he pumped his fingers in and out of you.

“I am,” Veracruz quipped back as he palmed his cock, “Now let he watch and see if you fuck her better than I do.”

Javier growled as he pulled his fingers out of you quicker than he meant to. Lost in the bliss, you barely registered the banter between the two men; all you cared about was your next climax on Javi’s cock. And luckily for you, he didn’t leave you much time to lament about the loss of his fingers before the tip of his cock already poked at your swollen entrance.

“You ready, querida?” Javier asked in a low tone as he hovered over you.

“Fuck me, Javi,” you whispered as you opened your eyes and met his.

Javier didn’t need to be told twice, and he thrust into you just as harshly as Veracruz did. You screamed as you felt yourself filled to the brim once again. Javier stilled himself for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his cock like he always did when he fucked you. 

“Move,” Veracruz growled as he watched you fall apart under the other man.

Javier shot Veracruz a glare before he moved his hips. His pace was different from the Comandante’s; where Veracruz was harsh and fast and rough, Javier was slower, more precise, but still just as hard. Already, you could tell the difference between the two men, although they both satisfied you more than anyone else.

“Fuck… Javi…” you moaned as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and dug your nails into his skin.

“You feel so good, querida,” Javier murmured into your ear so only you could hear his praise.

His hips snapped against yours as he thrust his cock deep into you over and over again. Tears filled the corners of your eyes from how overwhelmed you felt, but you never wanted this to stop. You clung to Javier as if your life depended on it, and in the back of your mind you knew that if it came down to it, you would trust him with your life. 

Veracruz watched the show with amusement, but he was also quickly getting hard again from watching the way you reacted to the agent. He wrapped his hand around his cock and pumped it in time with Javier’s thrusts as his eyes never left your bodies. Hearing your moans always spurred him on, and even when he wasn’t the cause of them this time, Veracruz still was more turned on than he had ever been before.

For several moments, Javier was too lost in you to notice the other man in the room right next to you. From the moment he buried his cock inside you, Javier’s world was nothing else. “So warm, querida,” he couldn’t help but spill praises from his lips, “Always so good for me, querida. Que bonita.”

Veracruz couldn’t help the crooked smile as he watched Javier lose himself in your pussy. But, he also wasn’t about to allow him to have you all to himself right now, so he cupped your face and turned you to face him.

“He fuck you good, muñeca?” he asked you with a teasing pout.

“Yes,” you breathed.

Javier growled as he gave Veracruz a sharp look, but he didn’t slow down. If Veracruz wanted to distract you from him, he would have to earn it. 

“Open,” Veracruz commanded.

Without hesitation, you parted your lips for him.

“So good for me,” Veracruz mocked Javier, and his eyes darted up to make sure he knew it.

But, any retort Javier had was lost when the comandante smacked your face with his cock. The sound of skin slapping made Javier’s cock twitch inside you, and he groaned when Veracruz’s own cock soon disappeared in your mouth. Immediately, you wrapped your lips around his length and took in as much as you could.

Veracruz let out a low groan as he momentarily lost himself in you as well. He felt your tongue swirl around the head before you gagged on as much of him as you could take. He gripped the base of your head harshly and gave you a tug, yanking you more against his body.

Javier felt conflicted: to watch you be manhandled like that turned him on, but also wanted to make sure you weren’t actually hurt at all. But, his body acted before his mind could and he sped up his thrusts before he even realized it. Though your moans were muffled, Javier still heard the way you whimpered around Veracruz’ cock as he rocked his hips against you.

Sweat lined the brows of both men as they found a new rhythm. Between them, your body was reduced to a trembling pile of limbs, wonderfully helpless as they both used your holes and fucked you so well. 

It didn’t take long for another climax to build up quickly, and when Javier groaned as you clenched around him, Veracruz gave him a knowing look.

“It’s nice when she squeezes your cock like that, huh Agente?” He tried to keep his own composure, but he was also quickly barreling towards the edge as well.

“Shut up, Veracruz,” Javier panted as he turned all his attention towards you. Suddenly, one-upping him didn’t matter at all, and all Javier wanted was to make you cum. In the back of his mind, though, he couldn’t deny that Veracruz wasn’t wrong at all.

Your breasts swung as Javier pounded into you, and you screamed around Veracruz’s cock when you felt Javier’s rough finger rub at your clit. Although you tried to pull away, Veracruz refused to release his grip on your scalp, pinning you against his body.

“No, muñeca,” Veracruz tisked, “Not when I’m this close…”

Javier grumbled; he knew what Veracruz was doing. He didn’t want Javier to have the satisfaction of hearing you scream as you came on his cock. It didn’t matter though, Javier was determined to make you cum harder, so he pounded into you while he rubbed at your clit with expert precision until he felt your body shake.

With a muffled scream, you fell apart under the two men’s touches for a second time. You felt like you could float away if it weren’t for them pinning you down, and it was a bliss unlike anything you ever felt before. And even though Veracruz’ cock stayed securely in your mouth, your scream still echoed in the room.

“Fuck…” matching curses came out of both their mouths.

Javier and Veracruz came almost simultaneously, each spilling themselves in your body without warning. Groans and grunts flowed from their lips as they rode out their climaxes on your body as you trembled from the aftershocks of your own powerful orgasm.

With a final grunt, Veracruz pulled himself out of your mouth and breathed heavily as he watched Javier collapse on top of you. A gasp escaped your lips as you took in a full breath for the first time, only to have it pushed out of your body by Javier’s weight over you. He quickly mumbled a soft apology as he carefully pulled out of you and laid down next to you, inviting you into his arms without hesitation.

Exhausted, you collapsed right into Javier’s arms. You exhaled deeply as you laid your head on his chest and listened to the soothing sound of his pounding heartbeat. “That…” you sighed, “Was fucking amazing.”

Javier chuckled softly as he caressed your body tenderly, “You were amazing, querida,” he whispered into your ear before he looked up and watched as Veracruz already rose and slipped on his pants that he grabbed from your couch.

His expression dropped as he watched the other man gather his things and drape his shirt over his shoulders. It also didn’t escape Javier that the Comandante’s gun was nearby this whole time, and Veracruz made direct eye contact with him as he picked it up.

“Veracruz,” Javier said his name in a warning. But, just as he was about to get up, you nuzzled yourself more into his chest and let out a soft snore. All the air felt like it was pushed out of his lungs as he watched you sleep for several moments, safe and secure in his arms.

“It appears as though you are incapacitated, Agente,” Veracruz smirked as he buttoned his shirt up except for the top few buttons, “I will take my leave then,” there was a darkness in his eyes, but Javier wasn’t sure it was meat as a threat, “We should do this again sometime, Agente. Perhaps a contest as to who can eat her sweet pussy better.”

Javier frowned as his eyes landed on a pack of cigarettes on your bedside table, something that you always left there just for him. Veracruz’s gaze followed, and when you mumbled something in your sleep, it stirred something within him. Veracruz crossed the room and picked up the pack, “Do not ever say I did nothing for you, Agente,” his tone was low as he handed them over.

Dumbfounded, Javier looked up at the other man with his mouth open. As Veracruz turned to leave, Javier called out his name again, “Veracruz!”

The Comandante turned and watched you sleep in Javier’s arms for a moment. It was at that moment that he knew that what Javier felt for you was more, and that you returned those feelings. He had the feeling that all this remained unspoken, though, and for once he chose not to comment on it.

“The hunt is back on, Agente,” Veracruz said, “Good luck.”

“Wait,” Jaiver’s voice was stern enough that it made Veracruz turn back around, “She stays out of this, understand. This is between you and me. She is not to be hurt or involved at all.”

Veracruz saw the emotions in Javier’s eyes as he spoke, and he stepped towards your sleeping figure and brushed his fingertips along the side of your face. He stared at your for a moment before he straightened himself and looked at Javier again, “Agreed, Agente,” his tone was genuine, “I would never want to hurt mi muñeca favorita,” Veracruz added with a smirk, “Until next time, Agente Peña,” he paused, “And thank you for paying the bill.” 

Javier grumbled to himself as he watched the Comandante leave your apartment. While he did not trust the Comadnante at all, Javier did believe his words. He stared at the door long after it clicked shut as he mind raced. He had the Comandante right in front of him, and yet again he slipped away. The circumstances were very different, but the result was the same, and it pissed Javier off to no end.

But, a heavy sigh from you broke Javier out of his thoughts, and he dropped his gaze down to watch you sleep soundly in his arms. Something stirred within Javier, and he felt his chest tightened as he thought about just how much you actually meant to him. He wondered if you felt the same about him, or if it was Comandante Veracruz that held your heart.

Either way, Javier was determined to protect you, even if he couldn’t share his true feelings just yet. “Sleep querida,” he whispered to you as he kissed the top of your head, “I promise nothing will ever happen to you… Ever…” he stared at you as one last thought stayed on the tip of his tongue.

It wasn’t time to say those words yet, though. 

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

Poker Bets

Yelena Belova X F!reader

a/n: First of many requests to come! If you want to request something just check out my follower celebration post linked here. Also, I too agree with Yelena on this one, dresses are the worst lol. (on me that is)

Warnings: Smut!, 18+, Minors DNI, fingering, cussing. NOT Proofread

Word count: 944

Requested by @yelenaslyubov

Prompts:

#3 “You’re already so wet for me princess.”

#16 “Stop looking at me like that.”

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Yelena’s face flushed red from embarrassment as she walked out of the bathroom.

“Stop looking at me like that!” She says in her thick Russian accent. “Like what? I didn’t even say anything.” You reply back with a snicker.

“Yel, you look great,” Natasha says with a cheeky grin on her face. Every Friday night, you and Yelena play board games with her sister but tonight it was cards and alcohol instead. After Yelena got on a serious hot streak in poker Natasha decided to make it interesting by placing a wager on the next game. The winner gets to dare one person to do something. So naturally, after Natasha smoked the both of you she chose Yelena as her target. Your extremely cocky blonde girlfriend was ready for whatever Natasha was going to throw at her, pull a prank on another Avenger? Done. Jump off the top floor with a parachute? Done. Go steal one of Tony’s gold coins? Any day. But turns out Yelena had one small weak spot. 

“I dare you to wear a dress for the next 24 hours.”

Every bit of expression dropped off Yelena’s face. Your eyes widened as they flickered back and forth between the two of them. 

“Hey, a deal a deal,” Natasha says as she shrugs her arms. 

“Cyka.” is all you hear muttered under Lena’s breath. 

As Natasha rummages through your closet she pulls out a red dress strapless dress with a slit going down the side to perfectly expose one of her legs. Yelena aggressively grabs it out of her sister's hand and heads into the washroom to change. 

You slowly turn your head to look at Nat as you whisper “oh you are so dead for this one.”

“Oh please, she’s my baby sister, what could she possibly do? Besides, she isn’t even a good enough spy to realize when someone is cheating in a game of poker.” She says with a huge grin as Natasha pulls three cards out of her sleeve.

Your jaw immediately drops and before you could say anything, the bathroom door swings open. 

“Stop looking at me like that!” “Like what? I didn’t even say anything.”

“Yel, you look great.” 

“I look like an idiot.” She replies back in a snarky tone. “How do you two always wear these things? They are so impractical. Where do I put my gun? There are NO POCKETS. How do you even move in this thing? What if I need to run? What if there are bad guys chasing me, oh no I am sorry bad guys please let me just adjust my dress. So impractical.” 

You and Natasha look at each other and just start laughing as Yelena is cussing her out in Russian and mumbling under her breath. 

“Ok, I had a great time tonight guys but Barton has me up early tomorrow to fill out some stupid mission reports. Yelena, I will see you tomorrow at some point walking the halls looking sexy in the dress on I’m sure.” Natasha says with a chuckle.

Yelena rolls her eyes as you walk Natasha out and lock the door behind her.

“Do I really have to wear this stupid thing for 24 hours?”

“Hey, a bet’s a bet.” You say with a shrug.

Yelena shoots you her pouty angry face which you can’t help but find adorable every time she does it. 

“If it helps, I personally think you look amazing in the dress.”

“You do?”

“Yel, of course. I never get to see you in stuff like this and oh my god do you look sexy.”

Yelena raises her eyebrows at your reaction to her wearing the dress and starts slowly moving closer to you. Her hands come up to your waist as she pulls you in tightly for a slow but forceful kiss. She starts trailing her way down your neck, leaving little kisses as you let out a soft moan when she hits the sweet spot. Yelena pulls back and her eyes flicker back and forth between your eyes and your lips. She pushes you back as you fall back onto the bed and climbs on top of you. Yelena continues to passionately kiss you as her hand makes its way down to your pants trying to undo your button. She slowly slides her hand beneath your underwear between your wet folds. “So wet for me already princess?”

You let out a loud moan as her fingers start to move around. You were practically squirming beneath her. Lena slips one finger in as she continues to kiss you, biting your bottom lip as her fingers quickly thrust in and out of you. Your head falls back into the pillows as your jaw drops open letting out silent moans. Yelena is busy leaving her mark on your neck as the coil in your stomach tightens from her touch. 

“Lena– I think I’m gonna cum–” You groan out.

“Cum for me baby.” As she says this she’s completly overstimulating your clit, pushing you over the edge. Your back is arching off the bed as you buck your hips and cum all over her fingers. Once you’ve come down from your high, she brings her fingers up to your lips to let you taste her achievement. 

“Was all this because of this dress?”

You quickly nod as an answer to her question. 

“Mhm” She says in response.

“Hey, Yelena…”

“Yeah, babe?”

“Next time we play with Natasha, make sure you watch when her cards disappear under the table.”

“Huh– Oh my– That CHEATER.” 

You chuckle and before you know it Yelena is already out the door to kick Natasha’s ass.

[between-the-pages6]

Teenage Dirtbag (Eddie Munson)

Sooo, I wrote an Eddie fic. It’s my very first Eddie fic and I really hope I got his sweet, nervous character right. I’ve been listening to this song for awhile and I just felt like it would’ve been the cutest thing to make an Eddie fic out of. I hope you like it! This is my side blog to passionkillerphil, any comments will be replied to with that blog. Please be kind!

Word Count: 2266

Warnings: none, maybe Jason calling Eddie freak, but it’s just fluff after that. Not proofread. Female reader.

But she doesn’t know who I am,

And she doesn’t give a damn about me

Eddie sees her as soon as he exits Hellfire, sitting at a picnic table all by herself. He bites his lip as he looks at her. She’s sliding her finger along the pages of a textbook, her eyes darting back and forth to the paper she’s writing her notes on, hair falling in her face as she works. Dustin and Mike patting him on the back brings him back to reality, they’re congratulating him for what an amazing campaign he drew up this week. Truthfully, he’s pretty impressed with himself. It was a ten hour campaign of nothing but plot twist after plot twist and the boys ate.it.up. So, Eddie’s feeling pretty confident. Enough to walk over to her and finally say hello? Eddie makes a move to walk toward her, slipping his hands into his pockets. He’s so close now, taking deep breaths as he slides his shoes along the pavement. He notices as he gets closer she’s got headphones on, her Walkman sitting on the table beside her. Great, so he has an opener. Talk to her about music, Eddie. No big deal, you love music. 

Jason Carver reaches her before Eddie does, sliding in beside her at the table. Eddie stops in his tracks as he sees Jason kiss her on the forehead, his heart sinks a little at the sight. Jason Carver, Captain of the basketball team wraps his arm around her and she throws her head back laughing. Eddie feels that like a punch to the gut. Her laugh could fight demons. 

Her boyfriend’s a dick, he brings a gun to school

And he’d simply kick my ass if he knew the truth

Eddie’s turning to walk away when she stands with Jason. “Hey!” Eddie turns back around to see Jason staring at him. “Are you stalking us, freak?” He asks. She grabs Jason’s shoulder. “Come on, leave him alone” she says to him. Eddie fights back the urge to retaliate. Normally he’d throw his fingers up to the top of his head in devil horns, but he doesn’t want to give her the wrong impression, so he turns and walks towards the van. He wipes his sweaty hands on his black jeans, wishing more than anything that the dumb jock wouldn’t have shown up. Maybe it’s for the best. She could never be with someone like me.

I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby,

Listen to Iron Maiden baby with me, ooh

Eddie’s second attempt to talk to her a week later goes surprisingly better than the first. He’s sitting outside on top of one of the picnic tables with Mike and Dustin when she comes out of the school, tears forming in her eyes. Dustin and Mike don’t notice when Eddie stops talking, watching her head over to the table beside theirs. He watches her pull her headphones out of her bag, then frantically look around her feet and the path that she just came from. She groans and wipes away the tears from her face, resting her head in her hands. Eddie clues in a moment later.

She forgot her Walkman.

He makes a mad dash for his van, tripping over his feet when he reaches the door handle. He practically jumps into the back of the van, tossing everything out of his way, books, a blanket, his tapes, a few vinyls, until he finds what he’s looking for.

“Eddie! What are you doing?!” Dustin shouts from across the lot. Eddie reaches them a moment later, out of breath. 

“Piss. Off” he says between breaths. Mike and Dustin stare at each other, and Eddie sternly says it again, until the boys are running away from the table. He hates being so forceful with them when they’re not in a campaign, he really does love those kids. But he can’t risk them messing this up. He already feels as though he might do that himself. He straightens himself out, takes another deep breath, and turns towards her table. 

“Hey” he says, sliding onto the picnic table bench across from her. She looks up, and Eddie’s heart breaks when he sees the fresh tears sliding down her cheeks. He fights so hard not to reach out and wipe them away. Her face is turning red in embarrassment, she tries not to make eye contact with him and he wishes she would. Her eyes are the most beautiful colour he’s ever seen.

“Hi” she says meekly. 

“I don’t know if you know me, I’m-” 

“Eddie, I know.” He’s taken aback at that, shocked she even knows his name. He smirks at her sheepishly and she reaches out her hand. He takes it in his and she tells him her name, he repeats it like he hasn’t had the biggest crush on her since she came to Hawkins last year, and it earns a giggle from her. Their hands break apart and Eddie has to wipe his palms on his lap he’s so nervous. They sit in silence for what feels like an eternity, she doesn’t ask him why he’s talking to her, so he takes that as a good sign. He remembers the Walkman sitting on the bench beside him. 

“I noticed you um, you seemed to have forgotten your Walkman. You can borrow mine, if you’d like” he says, sliding it across the table. She glances at it, then at him, and then back at the Walkman again. She takes it in her hand and plugs her headphones into it. 

“Eddie, you didn’t have to do that.” She says, reaching across the table for his hand. She takes his fingers in hers and rubs her thumb along his knuckles for exactly three seconds. Three thumb strokes and she pulls her hand away and Eddie can feel his skin burning where she touched him. 

“It’s no big deal, really. Oh, um, there’s a tape in there.” Eddie says, reaching for the Walkman. She pulls it off of the table, inspecting it. She smiles at him and pulls the headphones over her ears, and she hits play. Eddie can hear the opening riff to “The Trooper” playing in her ears, and he expects her to rip the headphones off and shove the Walkman back at him, but she doesn’t. She holds the headphones to her ears with both hands and closes her eyes, nodding her head along to the music. Eddie’s mouth drops open when she begins tapping her fingers on the wooden table in front of her. She’s an angel, truly. No way she likes this music, she’s just being nice.

“Iron Maiden, Eddie your taste is impeccable. Come here, sit with me” She says, taking the headphones off. Eddie hesitates, looking around to see if Jason is going to come up out of the bushes, call him a freak, and beat him up for talking to his girl. As if she can read his mind, she says, “Don’t worry. He’s not my boyfriend anymore. I broke up with him this morning for how he treated you the other day, among other things…”  and he notices she wipes her cheeks again. 

“I’m really sorry, if it’s any consolation, you deserve better than what he can give you.” Eddie says without realizing it, catching himself a little too late. She only smiles at him and taps the wooden bench beside her again. He switches his seat and tries not to sit too close to her, until she slides over next to him and holds her headphones up to her ear, the other one dangling in mid air. She looks at Eddie expectantly and he finally clues in, nervously reaching up to push the other headphone against his ear. 

“I didn’t think you liked Iron Maiden” He says, and she shrugs. 

“I really prefer Def Leppard, but they’re not the same genre, not really, so it’s hard to compare. I do like The Number of the Beast album a bit more than this one though, if only for Hallowed be Thy Name.” She answers, and Eddie can feel himself practically melting beside her. 

“I have that one too, I can go grab it if you want to borrow it.” Eddie says, motioning with his thumb towards his van, but she puts her hand on his bicep.

“No, it’s okay. I have it at home somewhere anyways.” Eddie begins tapping his foot to the music, he can’t help it, he closes his eyes and pictures the chords he’d play on his guitar to the song. 

They listen to the music together silently for what feels like forever, before the end of the cassette comes and she looks at her watch. “Oh, shit. Shit shit!” She stands from the picnic table and gathers her things in her bag, Eddie begins helping her. “I really have to go, I’m going to be so late for dinner, my mom’s going to be pissed.” 

“I can drive you, if you want.” 

“No no, it’s okay Eddie, really”

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind” he says, and she bites her lip, strongly considering it. She finally nods, and he leads her to the van. 

They drive towards her home, listening to the tape that Eddie has in his van, The Number of the Beast, to be exact. He skips through until he finds Hallowed be Thy Name, and she's drumming her fingers on her lap as they drive. All he can seem to do is smile.

They arrive at her house and she hands him back his Walkman. He takes it from her, their fingers touching, lingering.

“Thanks again, Eddie. I really, really appreciate it.” Before he can say anything, she leans over to him and ever so gently touches her lips against his cheek. She jumps out of the van a moment later and heads up to her house, Eddie reaches up and touches his cheek, his skin turning white hot. He reaches over and cranks the radio the entire way home.

Lo and behold, she’s walking over to me

This must be fake, my lip starts to shake

Eddie stands outside the venue, looking around for the sketchy looking dude who’s always standing outside selling tickets for cheap the day of the concert when he sees her, sitting on the steps with her head in her hands. She looks at her watch, and wipes her face in frustration. It’s then that she sees him, and her face lights up brighter than the sun through his window in the morning. Eddie doesn’t know what to do, so he stands there. How can this one, wonderful girl make him so damn nervous?

“Eddie!” She throws her arms around him the second she reaches him. They haven’t hung out since that day at the picnic table, but she’s waved at him at school. He knows that her friends were the only ones stopping her from talking to him. He saw one of them grab her by the shoulder and lead her away from him once in the cafeteria. But she wanted to talk to him an that’s good enough for him. He hugs her back tightly. “You’re not inside? The show started ten minutes ago!” 

“Yeah, I know. I didn’t get tickets, I was looking for the guy…what are you doing out here?” 

“Jess stood me up” She says, rolling her eyes. Jess, Eddie remembers, as the girl who pulled her away from him in the cafeteria. “I should’ve known she was going to flake. Honestly, I wanted to just ask you in the first place, but she kept going on and on about how badly she wanted to go, even though I’ve never heard her sing a Maiden song in my life.”

Eddie laughs at her story but all he can think about is how she’s told him he was her first choice. 

I’ve got two tickets to Iron Maiden baby, 

Come with me Friday, don’t say maybe 

“Lets not waste any more time, okay? Here’s your ticket” She slides it into his hand and he reaches in his pocket to pull out his wallet. “Eddie, don’t. I wanted to take you, don’t worry about the money okay? Let’s just go in, I don’t want to miss Hallowed.” She takes him by the hand and leads him inside, and five minutes later they’re side stage and Eddie is trying not to lose his absolute shit at how close they are to Iron freaking Maiden. 

Throughout the show, they’re both headbanging like they’ve never done before, singing along to the songs together. Eddie has never been more elated in his life. This girl. This quiet, mysterious, keeps to herself type of girl takes his hand in hers. He turns towards her, catches her eye, and leans in. 

Their lips touch, Eddie can feel the beat of the drums pounding in his ears, in his chest. He reaches a hand up to cup the side of her face, pulling her in closer to him with his other hand on the small of her back. She’s smiling behind their kiss, and it’s contagious, soon enough he’s doing it too. His favourite band is on stage in front of him and it’s the most beautiful, wonderful moment of his life, but then she looks at him and he realizes he’s never been more wrong. It’s her. It’s always been her. He leans closer to her ear and says, "You were my first choice, too" and he kisses her again. 

I’m just a teenage dirtbag baby, 

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[enha-doodles]

Hey i really like your blog! I had a request.

Mafia Yandere Enhypen reaction to them seeing you for the first time and being obsessed with you .

.*･ﾟʚ ENHYPEN YANDERE REACTION : TO THEM SEEING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME AND GETTING OBSESSED WITH YOU ɞ.*･ﾟ 

➸ʚ pairing ɞ : enhypenxreader!

➸ʚ genre ɞ : yandere

➸ʚ warning ɞ : mentions of fighting , mafia au , toxic thoughts , yandere behaviour

➸ʚ Disclaimer ɞ : yandera relationship is not good at all and is very toxic . This is all a work of fiction and my imagination . Credits of the GIFs to the owners . None of the members have the same personality or resonate the traits mentioned below .

.꒷꒦. HEESEUNG .꒷꒦.

He saw you at his school . You were a new student. He was in that school because the rivals kid studied there . They thought putting him in a normal school would be a great idea to not put him in danger but well it just made things easier for Heeseung and his gang . He was the least interested when he heard there was a new girl transfree in the school . Everyone was talking about how she looks like an angel . He didn't believe them thinking it would be one more of those caked face attention seeker that he would have to tolerate but you flipped his expectations . When you entered the room and greeted them with a sweet smile he was mesmerized . Something grew upon him . A need to have you . Love at first site ? Cut that it was obsession at first sight . You sat beside him as you were instructed and he started his acting . "Hey I am Heeseung" you smiled and he could swear his heart did a flip "hello Heeseung , I am y/n" ."let's be friends , come sit with me and my friends in lunch" "ohh omg sure" You weren't aware of what had started but Heeseung would make sure you would only be his girl and you would love him the way he does .

.꒷꒦. JAY .꒷꒦.

You were a waitress in his club . This was the first time you were going into the V.I.P room because you were promoted yesterday . Less of a headache for you . You were going to the most expensive room , you were told that it belonged to the owner and he had an meeting today so you had to server him and his "guests" . You had a tray of drinks and you knocked twice before entering . Upon putting a foot inside you were welcomed by a man falling to the ground dead right before your foot . It was a shocking sight for others but what you did was more shocking . You just kicked it aside with a blank face and continued to serve all the alive people in there . Jay watched you with an amused smile as all he could think was how you were gonna be his .

.꒷꒦. JAKE .꒷꒦.

He was sitting in the CCTV room watching how his men were questioning the teen boy who had tears flowing like a waterfall . The boy was his rival's kid and was bought to trap his father . He had heard about his daughter tho . He was told that you were a tought fighter and you would definitely come to save your lovely brother who just got slapped because he kept his moth shut not saying anything against his father . Guess you would live a thousand years coz just then the door was broken and everyone could see a silhouette in a hoodie with two weapons . A knife and a gun in both hands . Jake's bodyguard went to stop you from doing anything when he found the door of the camera room locked . You were smart . Now Jake wanted to see you .But you did it for him . Taking off the hood from your head you shooted both the gaurds right on the head who were interrogating your little brother . He ran to you and you looked straight on the camera caressing his hair , showing the middle finger knowing who was sitting behind it making the bodyguards gasp as to how you knew as it was placed really secretly . Jake was amazed by your skills but more amazed by your beauty and courage . Guess next time it will be you getting kidnaped .

.꒷꒦. SUNGHOON .꒷꒦.

He was in a clothes shop with his bodyguards to buy some new clothes because his were all ruined by the blood from today's mission . He was in the shop with another guy who looked like he was waiting for someone Infront of the changing room . He was selecting some clothes when he heard "tadaaaa" . Being curious he turned around and was met by a breathtaking sight . There you stood with a pink dress , it fitting you perfectly making it look as if it was made just for you . The guy Infront of you exclaimed " babe you look so gorgeous , do you like it ?" Oh so he was your boyfriend "Offcourse I like it , its great for the occation . Let's get this" you looked so adorable while saying this that he had to fight the urge to scoop you in his arms ."haha let's go y/n , you gotta choose my suit too" you smiled "we'll be the best looking couple in her wedding" your boyfriend looked at you with hearts in his eyes which Sunghoon would make sure looked dead enough to satisfy him. Sunghoon knew he was getting obsessed with you but that's just great . You'll only be with him and no one else .

.꒷꒦. SUNOO .꒷꒦.

He was waiting for his friend in a restraunt who said he had some information for him . While going through the menu he heard some guy shouting at a waiter . He looked back two tables to see the commotion . The guy who was shouting was trying to calm down by the help of the girl who probably was girlfriend seeing by the way she was holding him . The guy stated "you try to flirt with her again and I'll show you how to get a ride to hell , get it ? I already told you she is my girlfriend " his words were confirmed . "Babe it's okay let's just eat , alright ?" The girl said and told the waiter to go away . The guy had called the manager to tell him to change the waiter . Whats the big deal with it was what sunoo thought but he knew why the guy was so angry when he saw you . You looked so cute and anyone would want you . Even him . No wonder the waiter flirted but he frowned when he remembered that the guy was your boyfriend . "Who cares" he said smiling telling his bodyguard to get all your information while he planned how to get rid of your boyfriend till his friend came .

.꒷꒦. JUNGWON .꒷꒦.

He just entered a random cafe after he was finished with his mission . He was exhausted and couldn't be bothered by what he was having. He just wanted to eat something and drink coffee . He ordered two chocolate waffles and a latte . He was waiting for his food when he heard a slap sound . He saw where the sound came from and saw two girls and a guy standing in the next table . Looks like it was an argument as one of the girls had just slapped the guy so hard that his face was facing the other direction . Other one was sobbing but tried to stop whosoever was standing there all angry . The girl held the guys collar and yanked him two times . "You motherfucker , I told you to not play with her and you show up with your cheating ass back here when she already told you that you are getting no chances . Stop forcing her or the next time you will lying dead right here " she was raging . Her friend kept a hand on her shoulder after wiping her tears . "Stop it y/n , you shouldn't waste your time on this jerk . Let's go to some other cafe , I'll treat you something " upon hearing it the y/n girl smiled before pushing the guy making way for them to leave as if all this never happened . Jungwon got a look at her and Al he could say was , 'she is perfect' . He knew you both would be the greatest couple . You were gonna be his within a week .

.꒷꒦. NIKI .꒷꒦.

Sunoo had brought him to the clinic after he had a fight with his rival in the school ground . He was too cocky and stated he would take niki's gang down . Niki just showed him that he can't even take him down let alone his whole mafia group . They fought and Niki had several small bruises . Some on his face and some in the upper body but he wasn't in pain . He was satisfied with the fact that his rival looked lifeless after he beat him up just a little . He was forced to treat it because of sunoo so there they were . When a nurse was treating him , he saw you entering with a bruised girl held up by her collar . He knew you . You were the girl everyone feared same way everyone feared him . But this would be his first time seeing you . You looked like a model . Giving no fucks about the girl , you pushed her to a bed and she hissed . You called the nurse . "Treat her " the nurse asked you "what was it this time " you gave her a knowing look saying "this bitch thought its funny if she ruined my locker " Niki looked at the girl seeing how she was the new girl who wouldn't leave him . Ah so nice was what came into his mind . He definitely liked you and was going to get you soon . Be ready y/n , he smirked .

[hertzwritings]

Closer

A/N: This is an anon request and let me tell you, I am EXCITED. It’s been a while since I’ve written something not… Dangerous… With August, so this is good for me – a little less problematic for my therapist.   Request: Pleeeease can I request Henry/Auggie bestfriend!AU with some impact play?

I just found your blog and I'm obsessed!!!

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Pairing: Best friend!August Walker x female reader

Contains: Language, smut (MINORS DNI), spitting, p in v, cream-pie, impact play, breath play, fingering, dirty talk, praise-kink, slight degradation-kink, mentions of guns, mentions of knives, mentions of blood, biting, slight size-kink if you squint, Dom!August, rough sex, Sub!Reader 

W.C.: 3.820

 Closer

You sat down heavily in your chair and placed a beer in front of August, before glancing around at the pitiful collection of people in the bar. Of course, Fridays were normally filled with the stench of desperation, so that wasn’t all too surprising although you were slightly annoyed at the lack of fuckable people.

“You’re doing the lioness-thing again.” His voice made you shiver. “What thing?” You asked and turned to face him. He grinned and took a sip of his beer. “Little bird, you know what I mean.” You chuckled. “How’s work these days?” He lifted his eyebrow at you. “You’re shit at steering the conversation elsewhere, you know that, right?” You shrugged. Be as it might, but you had no intentions to talk to August about your fantasies or why you were on the lookout.

  “It’s fine. Getting my ass ridden into the crack-ass of dawn is just what I signed up for.” He sighed. “Sometimes, I think a different job would do me good.” “But you’re so good at taking down bad guys… According to you, at least.” He laughed. “You know I can’t talk more about it than that.” “here I thought it would be fun to have a secret agent as a best friend, but noooo, it’s all state secret this, international security that…” He laughed and was about to answer, when his eyes narrowed, and his jaw clenched. You followed his eyes and saw a slender man approach your table with a confident smile, that didn’t waver once, despite August staring him down. Either he was very brave or very drunk.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He placed a hand on the back of your chair and leaned down – you cocked a disinterested eyebrow at him. “You look like you could use some company… From the right kind of man.” Okay, so definitely dumb and drunk. August snarled under his breath and that damned sound made you clench your thighs. He glared at the man and his hand twitched, almost as if he wanted to reach out and pulled you away from him. There was a sliver of possessiveness in his eyes as the man leaned in and tried to touch your cheek. “Touch, talk to her, smile or even look in this genera direction again, and I’ll rip your windpipe out with my fingers.” He hissed and moved his jacket just enough for the gun resting on his hip to be visible. Drunk dumb idiot didn’t let that dissuade him and turned back to you. “I think the woman can speak for herself.” You gagged. Fucking men and their egos. You flashed him a deadly smile. “Oh, I agree with him.” You nodded at August and crossed your legs. The shiny blade of your knife, that rested carefully in your holster on your thigh, glinted in the lights. He paled. “Insane people.” He left pretty quickly after that, and you groaned. “Didn’t know you’d started carrying a knife.” He said with a grin. “Well, someone gave me this lovely holster and beautiful knife, so it seemed very rude not to use it.” He grinned proudly and tipped his glass to you.

 “Why do you even go for these kind of… Men?” He asked after a few more beers, glancing out in the room, his voice dripping with sarcasm with the last word. You rolled your eyes. “Uh, I don’t go for them. They just…” You sighed. “They’re just there. It normally isn’t even good.” You scrunched your nose at the memory of your last one-night stand who barely touched your ass before flinching away. August bit back a smile and you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, asshole.” “No, no, I’m just… Curious about that expression.” He pointed to your face and despite your years of friendship, you felt heat rise to your cheeks – you never really talked about sex or anything you had a penchant for. “I- August, seriously? Can we not?” “Why? I’m curious.” He leaned over the table, his stupidly handsome face too close to yours, and you noticed that his pupils were slightly blown. Maybe it was the lights. “Dude, we’ve never talked about this before. We’re… Friends. Friends don’t talk about kinks.” You said, swallowing thickly. He refused to listen, apparently.

“But I want to know what gets you going. What… Makes you squirm and writhe. I want to hear you say whatever filthy things are running through your head, little bird.” You exhaled a shaking breath. How the hell did so little make you feel so much? “Okay. Fine. On one condition.” He raised an eyebrow at you. “You tell me after.” He chuckled darkly. “Deal.” He agreed quickly and shot you a devious smile. “Jesus… Okay.”

You felt hot and squirmed a little in your seat, gulping a large part of your beer down. Liquid courage did always seem to help you out. He was boring holes into you with his eyes and you licked your lips. Fuck it.

You locked eyes with him and leaned over the table yourself, pushing your chest up a little as you did; you didn’t miss his eyes flickering down to look, and a newfound confidence shot through you. You smiled slyly and kept your eyes locked on his, as you spoke. “If I tell you, I need to tell you all of it, right? All the things, that make me tick?” he nodded slowly, transfixed on you as you spoke. “Hm…” You licked your lips. “I like men. I like muscles, that make the seam across the shoulders almost pop under the sheer strain of them. I like….” You bit your lip and swallowed, trying to keep your composure. The air had shifted somehow between the two of you, now thick and loaded. His breathing was steady, but almost too steady. “I like facial hair. Oh, the feeling of it against my thighs? Fuck, that makes me wet.” You grinned at his expression. “I like thighs. The idea of a thigh so thick I could ride myself out on it? That’s fucking hot.” His eyes were dark. “But when it comes to the bedroom…” You sipped your beer. “I want to be ruined. God, just… I like to feel submissive. I like the feeling of leather hit the backs of my thighs, my ass, a hand on my face… Strong, thick fingers on my throat. I like to feel small, August.” You paused and added – almost as an afterthought: “Oh, man, I want to be bruised after. Just… Marked right the fuck up. I like the idea of people seeing that I belong to someone.” If you hadn’t been hyper focused on August, you might have missed the slight growl in his throat, or the way his eyes darkened; but you were staring him down, and you smiled innocently before leaning back in your chair, cocking your head to the side.

The carefully constructed façade that August had managed to build around himself for as long as you’d known him, was crumbling at the edges and you could almost feel it vibrating in the air.

“Now… I think the agreement was that you tell me now, right?” you grinned. “So, August… What gets you off?”

He snarled and stood, before walking to your side in a single stride, fingers locking around your arm, and he pulled you to your feet, his free hand searching for your things on the chair, gathering them. His grip was firm, but not uncomfortable and he stepped in front of you, your bodies flush as he lowered his face to yours.

“You, little bird.” Your breath hitched and you half expected him to kiss you senseless, but August was still August, so he groaned softly instead and pulled his face away from yours. In an instant, he had dragged you outside of the bar, leading you straight to his car. “Haven’t you had too many…?” You asked, but he shot you a deadly smile as he opened the door.

“You’d make a lousy detective, darling. I only had two.”

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How you got here, you didn’t know, nor did you question it. August’s lips on yours were like hot lava, melting away at any inhibitions you might’ve had before this. His tongue was magic, drawing small whimpers from you, his hands were fast, rough and thick around your waist, as he held you tightly to the wall of your apartment. He groaned against you when your teeth dragged against his lips, and you felt completely dwarfed by the sheer fucking size of him.

You moaned when his fingers found a patch of skin between your pants and your shirt, and you rolled your hips against him – you couldn’t help the smile on your lips, when you felt his hard cock press against his pants. “Fucking… Bedroom. Undress.” He was commanding and clear, despite the heaving breaths leaving him, and he sat you back down on the floor – when did he even lift you up? – and waited for you. You saw the way his eyes flashed, and it sent a shiver through your body; you ran as fast as you could to your bedroom, discarding clothes messily as you went, until you stood in front of your bed in nothing but your underwear, thanking yourself for matching your underwear today. He walked into the bedroom slowly, his fingers undoing his goddamn tie, and he began unbuttoning his shirt.

You felt like a prey being hunted with the way he looked at you. It was like he wanted to devour you. You whined and squeezed your legs together, trying to get friction somewhere, anything at this point, and he chuckled darkly.

“Oh, no, little bird. Not yet.” He still stood at least four paces away from you, but his voice wrapped itself around you in the same way his arms would’ve. He smiled wickedly at you and cocked his head to the side, observing you as small whimpers tumbled from your swollen lips. “Now… You wanted to be bruised, didn’t you, little bird?” you whined. “Yes.” He hummed at your response. “So responsive already. I don’t even have to make you submissive, you’re already there, aren’t you?” The man could’ve asked you to lick the tires of his car, and you would have done it gratefully, at this point. You nodded and closed your eyes; you couldn’t look at him anymore, the throb in your core simply too much. You heard, however, his slow steps, until his breath fanned over your face and his cologne enveloped you. Two fingers settled under your chin and lifted your head up. “Open your eyes.” You did and found his right on yours; his eyes were barely blue anymore, and your breath hitched at his stupid, handsome fucking face. “There’s a good girl.” He smirked. “Now… I want you to tell me a safe word.” “Pineapple.” You responded quickly and he laughed a little at your eagerness. “Good girl. If you can’t speak, you tap me three times with two fingers, if you want me to stop at any point.” He searched your eyes, making it very clear that rules mattered to him – which, in turn, made your knees buckle slightly, because it meant that he definitely had done this before. “You tell me if anything feels off or I do something, that crosses a line. You got it?” you nodded again. “Good. Get rid of this.” He pulled the strap of your bra and looked down at your panties. “When you’re free of that…” He scoffed at it, as if he wanted to never see the offending pieces of clothing again. “Hands and knees on your bed.” You nodded again and he took a step back, slowly undoing his belt and pants as you stripped in front of him.

He groaned when your body was finally fully on display in front of you. “Don’t ever wear anything when I’m around from now on.” He growled and nodded to the bed, as his pants dropped to his feet. Holy shit. His thighs were goddamn trees. You clambered onto the bed, placing yourself in the position he asked of you, and he hummed appreciatively at the sight.

“Good girl.” You preened under his praise, and you felt oddly at ease with being naked in front of him like this. His hand slid over your ass, gliding against the soft skin, warming you slowly; you were dripping wet already. You whined when his hand disappeared from your ass, but the anticipation of what was to come was greater; you were already heaving for a breath, trying to steady your shaking body just a little.

You didn’t get a warning, nor did you get a chance to prepare for the crack of his belt on your ass; you lurched forward and moaned loudly at the feeling of it. His hand found your ass again, smoothing over the angry welt. “You took that so well, love…” he whispered. You moaned again, when he spanked you lightly with his large hand, and you mewled at the loss of contact. You heard him suck in a sharp breath at your sound and a hand found its way around your throat, lifting you as easily as a feather, holding you on your knees, squeezing the air out of you. “What was that?” “No-nothing, I’m sorry!” You gasped against his hand. You knew he theoretically could snap your neck in a split second, and his grip might be hard, but it was loose enough for you to still breathe; he was putting pressure on your pulsepoints and it made you feel dizzy with lust. “Do that one more time, and I’ll go so hard you can’t sit down for a month.” He released your throat and you fell back to your hands, gasping. He chuckled and let a finger swipe at your dripping folds. “Oh, little bird… Aren’t you needy?”

And with that, his belt cracked down on you again, angry, red swelts rising in its wake; you were moaning, practically screaming, as he spanked you with the belt several times. You were shaking and dripping wet, your inner thighs coated in your own slick. He hummed and you were barely breathing, waiting for the next crack of the belt; instead, you felt searing but wonderful pain on the back of your thighs.

“F-fuck, August!” you whined as he repeated the action and with the final blow, you tumbled to your stomach, breath shaking and eyes unfocused. You felt the dip in the bed, before you really felt him, but a hand slid against your thighs and your ass, soothing the swelling and stinging slightly.

“Such a good girl for me… You took that so well, didn’t you?” You moaned as a thick finger dipped inside of you. “I wanted to do a whole lot more with you, but I can’t fucking wait a second longer to be inside of you.” He mumbled, kissing your naked shoulder. “Turn, Y/N.” you got your body turned with a little difficulty, a hiss passing your lips as your ass contacted the sheets under you. His eyes were soft. His hand came to rest on your cheek, while he got on top of you, and his free hand snaked down to your dripping folds. “Yes… Fuck yes… Need you…” You mumbled and bucked your hips, wanting him to just fuck you – finger, tongue, cock, even a toe would be great at this point. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re dripping for me.” He slid a finger inside of you and your hips bucked, fingertips gripping at your sheets like a fucking life raft. He fucked you with a finger, then added another and curled his fingers up, hitting your spot – you saw stars and rolled your hips to meet him. “That’s right, baby, fuck yourself on my fingers.” His words were a drug and you craved so much more – you were whining and whimpering as you fucked against his fingers, and you felt yourself clench around his fingers. “You want to cum on my fingers, little bird?” You nodded; all words were depleted completely from your brain. He chuckled and sped up. “Be a good girl for me… Fucking cum.” His words left his mouth at the same time as his free hand slapped you across the face.

You screamed as you came on his fingers, his roar of enjoyment filling your ears just as much as his fingers filled you out. You were writhing under him, your slick soaking the sheets under you. “Good girl… Look at you, so fucking cockdrunk already, and I haven’t even been inside of you yet.” He chuckled and leisurely moved his fingers inside of you. “So fucking needy, just ready to be ruined by me, aren’t you?” You whined. “A-august, please, please…. Just… Fuck me.” You were ready to cry.

You felt his spit land on your face and another slap across your cheek, spreading the spit on your face; you moaned his name. Fuck, that was hot. “Be good. Don’t demand anything form me, I decide what you deserve.” His voice was rough, and he nudged your legs apart with his knees. “Fuck, I wanted to let you ride my thigh until you were fucking blind, but I can’t wait…” He hummed. “I’ve wanted to be inside of you since I met you, little bird.” He grabbed your face roughly and pulled his fingers out of you, leading them to your lips. He tapped your lips once with his soaked fingers, and you opened your mouth willingly, sucking your own arousal from his fingers. “Good girl…” You tried to claw at his hips to get him to your face, but he just laughed. “Not right now, baby. I want to be inside of you.” You finally managed to get some of your wits back and pouted, his fingers slipping from your mouth. “Guess I’ll reserve that for later, then.” He chuckled at your response and lined himself up with your dripping folds; you felt him shake slightly with willpower as he held back. You’d never known August to hold anything back, and you were not ready for him to start now.

You slid your hands around his neck and pulled his face to yours, your noses bumping before you kissed him deeply. “Ruin me.” You whispered against his lips, and he growled. Whatever he had left to hold him back had disappeared with your words, and he sheathed himself inside of you in a single thrust. He was big and he stretched you wildly. “Fuck, you can’t... I, August, I can’t take…” He chuckled and pushed deeper. “You can and will take all of me.” He bottomed out and you almost came as he twitched against your cervix. Shit.

He fucked into you with no care, no precision, the carefully curated look was gone – he was feral, grunting and groaning as his cock slid deep inside of you, your walls clenching around his thick cock. He was dragging against your walls, and you were never going to be the same – nor would you want to be after this. You wrapped your legs around his waist and angled your hips a little, allowing him deeper inside of you. His hand went to your chest, rolling and pinching your nipple roughly, while the other grabbed a tight hold on your hair, fisting it and tugged on it, eliciting a loud moan of his name from your lips. You were so fucking close again, your eyes rolling back in your head. “Fuck, look at you… taking me so well, aren’t you?” His breathing was labored, and you wanted to die when he sped up even more, rutting in and out of you. “Look at my fucking cock splitting you… Fuck.” He stopped suddenly and you whined at being denied your orgasm. He chuckled and bit down on your lip hard enough to draw blood; you writhed under him, and he licked the drop of blood from your lip with the tip of his tongue.

He rolled to his back, grabbing you and practically lifting you on top of him, letting you sink slowly down on his cock, both of you hissing. He slapped your thighs with a thick hand and the feeling of his skin colliding with yours made you clench around him. “Such a good, little whore for me… Ride me.” He grabbed your hips and held you as you began rolling your hips and then bounced on his hard cock – the wet sounds of your sopping pussy filled the small bedroom along with his grunts.

“Please… I’m so fucking close, please…” You were whining and moaning, but you couldn’t do it fast enough to get you where you needed to be; he grinned at you and held your hips in a bruising grip, his feet grinding into the mattress.

Your eyes rolled back in your head and your legs trembled as he began fucking you deeply and roughly, clearly chasing his own high as well. You felt his hand leave your hip and hit your ass, the smack resonating in the room – you mewled and before you had time to ask, even think, you came around him. Your slick coated the base of his cock and his stomach, his growl accompanying your loud wanton moans as you came, pleasure crashing into you like waves against a rock. You couldn’t hold yourself up, your torso flopping down on his. “Fuck, I’m going to…” He moaned and the sound made your pussy clench around him again. You were still hazed from your own high as he lost his rhythm, his hand holding tightly to your ass. “Fuck, Y/N… I’m going to fucking fill you.” You mewled and pressed down on him as he came. Hot, thick ropes of cum painted your walls white, and you moaned at the feeling of it filling you. You were both panting and twitching as you came down from your highs, and you were heaving for air. He gently rolled to the side, cock still in you and you relaxed against his chest, the soft bed under you feeling like a damn cloud. He twitched inside of you, and you chuckled lazily. “Again?” He kissed your forehead softly. “I have a lot of years of catching up to do.” He answered in a whisper. “Hm.” You sighed happily and kissed his chest.

“Next time, we’re going to my apartment.” He said after a while, drawing lazy circles on your back. “Why?” “Well… I have a lot more toys.” He said with a chuckle. “And you said something about being marked as belonging to someone, right?” “Right.” You felt yourself grow wetter at the unspoken promise. His fingers found your throat again and he lifted your face to kiss him.

“How would it look with my fingerprints on your throat, little bird?”

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Couples Witness Protection Rp Meme

assorted-feel free to edit or change pronouns for rp uses inspired by some of the wanted threads on the lovely blog @bcrgondy​

“Not everyone is under witness projection for being a participant. I thought you would have known me enough to know better.”

“Honestly, the nice guy act was getting a bit hard to hold up.”

“Look, I get the whole hiding in plain sight thing, but isn’t putting two people that would be top on the kill list as husband and wife a bit like sitting ducks.”

“Someone really weird came to talk to me at work. they were describing you with a completely different name.”

“Wait- you look like my husband. He was an informant on some big trials and then disappeared.”

“I have stories from another life. Stories that might just make the devil weep.”

“It’s hard to admit, but, sometimes, becoming someone else is the only true way to know who you really are.”

“If this were to continue, we would have to go away together. Hide together with our lives like memoirs of people we have never known.”

“Would you resent me for choosing a way out of this that might just send our family into the program?”

“ I may be an agent, but it can also be like an acting coach.”

“Look, i am not just some farmer. A nice girl like you should really find a nice guy or gal or them to hang around.”

“The justice system truly creates many victims in its attempt to find justice for something only God or a time machine can fix.”

“Sometimes, it’s odd to want to be forgotten.”

“If you see these people or hear these names, you leave. And if they have you, promise me you will tell them my name immediately.”

“It takes a while to stop looking over your shoulder. You know how people talk in prison. Anyone out could relay your identity, but so many things could happen that thinking them over only rakes the placid lakes growing through you onto burning hot coals.”

“What a country this is were people who witness a crime are forced into a life utterly different to testify when the murders or dealers have the options of their freedom or a time served that wasn’t life.”

“Honey, is there a particular reason why a gun was pointed at my face earlier today?”

“This is a second chance card. If you choose it, be aware of all of the rules that come with it.”

“Do I stack up to what you imagined a felon to be?”

“Please don’t respond to the wrong name. My handler said that is the most frequent set of new lives people require.”

“It’s a wonder when you stop looking over your shoulder for the criminals and instead have nightmare visions of Sue from the pta learning about your past and days as an informant.”

“When the suburbian women say something about the ghetto, it is hard for me to keep all limbs inside the vehicle.”

“There is no going back to my old life. Do you realize that people like him have gangs of people ready to put someone in a body bag for doing what I did?”

“You identity is your life. Under no circumstances unless death is imminent, you keep hold of that secret as strongly as our lungs pull for air.”

“You told them?! I thought you loved me.”

“Hey! It’s a good question. I mean like you didn’t choose to snitch on people. You were either a really stupid criminal or a bad one.”

“Honestly sometimes, prison might be better than living under this hideous name in small town usa.”

“Well, there aren’t many scenic places to hide out after you witnessed a murder.”

“Usually, I am not the type to have my real life adhere to tropes, but I have never seen a light shine so bright like you. No matter how many times I tried to touch your soul with my blood tinged fingers- there was no fingerprint residue.”

“If they figure out who we are, I won’t hesitate to serve you up on a silver platter and I wouldn’t expect any less from you in my stead.”

“Please, you think I wouldn’t sell you out after what I did to my boss.”

[willowfolksong]

hiii!✨ i’ve been obsessed with your writing since i found you and i was wondering if you could do an angsty sanzu x reader x rindou where the reader likes sanzu but is too reluctant to date him because of his habits, so rindou tries to get the reader to go out with him instead😭 it’s okay if you decide not to, thank you for taking the time to read this! :) (in love with the miya conundrum btw❤️)

look only at me

- Rindo Haitani x Reader x Haruchiyo Sanzu

- SFW; very suggestive

a/n: hi @lovelyxsakura !!!! here's your request!!! I had sooooo much fun writing it and I actually enjoyed it so much, that I genuinely hope you do too!! ❤✨ hey! did you know that @lovelyxsakura is a writer, and that she has a blog where she publishes some really good stuff 👀🔥??? I hope you enjoy this request!! always let me know what you think and if you need anything changed!! eternally grateful for your words about my fics and about the miya conundrum 😭 you're just too nice ❤

Love,

Willow ❄

Requests are open! ❄

There's two rules everyone in Bonten knows about Kakucho Hitto:

1 - You don't fuck with him

2 - You don't fuck with his sister.

And there's usually two ways of learning about them: the bad, and the very bad one.

Rindo Haitani was one of the lucky ones, having a first seat view of Kakucho pointing his gun at some poor subordinate's forehead, after he thought he was staring for too long at you.

"I hope to never see the look you were giving her again" Kakucho says through his teeth, and Ran's laughter drowns the trembling man whimpers.

"Maybe you should gauge his eyes out if that happens again, hmm?"

Rindo stares at his brother for a moment, and then back at Kakucho, who looks like it could totally follow the suggestion without even having to blink. Bonten's number three leaves after the guy makes his own exit, probably having peed his pants, and Rindo turns to his brother with an eyebrow raised.

"I didnt knew he had a sister"

Ran hums " A precious little thing. The only family he has left, really. Makes sense he's so protective of her" and then his brother's eyes are on him, twinkling with mischief and something more, a knowing look that Rindo has seen before "And you know what? I think you would like her"

He doesn't knows how, but Ran turns out to be right. You're beautiful, an angel that doesn't belongs in the middle of all the darkness and the blood and the dirt in Bonten. Kakucho probably knows it— that's why he desperately fights to make you stay away from everything.

Rindo wants to wrap his hands around your neck and drown you with him in the chaos.

You're polite, and quiet, and he only talks to you many weeks after the first time he actually sees you. You call him 'Rindo-san', and fiddle with your fingers all the time, nervous and shy; yet somehow, your eyes never leave his.

He likes that. There's braveness in you.

"You don't look like your brother at all" he tells you, and you laugh, and tilt your head to the side.

"I can't say the same about you, tho"

You leave before he can say anything else, Kakucho giving him a weak glare while leading you away, his arm over your shoulders.

He doesn't knows why, but there's something about you.

Rindo takes to look at you. The way you move, you talk, the way your lips slowly curve up when you see your brother approaching. You're a rare gem, a shining light in a dark grey sky. He doesn't understands why you're always around, why you linger on places where people like you shouldn't be, waiting for your brother. Kakucho seems to keep you always around.

Rindo convinces himself that that's why he looks so much your way. That's that why you just won't leave his head. His brother, once again, seems to be one step ahead of him.

"I knew you would like her" he tells him, over a glass of whiskey that has grown warm under the club lights.

"I don't like her" Rindo tries to defend himself, eyeing the crowd. He imagines you there, dancing like the other girls on the dance floor, your sweaty body moving with the music. You would be so out of place.

He palms his growing erection. Ran follows the movement with his eyes "Are you sure about that?"

"I'm just confused about why he has her around" Rindo explains, his other hand taking a hold of his own glass, only to find it empty. He puts is back on the table with enough force to shatter it "She's always with Kakucho"

"I already told you she's the only thing he has" Ran says, pushing his glass towards his brother "He probably thinks is better if she sticks around. That way he can protect her"

For all his protection, your brother is incapable of avoiding what Rindo soon notices. You like Sanzu. It's obvious, painfully so, and he wonders if he's the only one that has realized it so far. Your eyes trail behind the Loyal Mad Dog each time he's around, your cheeks flushed, your teeth digging on your bottom lip.

"Does your brother knows?" he asks you one day, passing by your side as you wait for Kakucho to come out of a meeting.

"Excuse me?" you ask, genuinely confused.

Rindo smirks "Does your brother knows you want to fuck Sanzu?"

You look so taken aback by his words that something stirs in Rindo's chest— at your wide eye gaze and your open mouth.

He has upset you.

You're clearly in distress.

He wonders if someone else has talked to you like that, and the idea of being the only one to use such crude words with you brings some sort of sick satisfaction to his chest.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Rindo-san" you say, trying to sound as composed as you can, even while your hands open and close by your sides "And I... I would ask you not to speak to me like that. Ever again"

Rindo fucks his hand that night at the thought of your angry eyes staring back at him.

His curiosity soon morphs into obsession. He wants you to look at him.

Him.

Not Sanzu.

You seem aware of his eyes on you now, tearing your gaze away every time your eyes find across the room.

"Don't tell my brother" you whisper to him, coming out of one of Bonten's casino bathrooms. Kakucho must be outside. Waiting for you. As always "I'm not going to try anything with Sanzu anyway"

He imagines you on your knees, begging for Sanzu's dick, and his head can only throb with violence. He resists the urge to punch the wall and scare you. "Why would I even tell your brother?"

You shrug, and he pays close attention to the skin on your shoulder. Soft. Probably so soft on his fingers "I don't know"

"Sanzu's not good for you"

He doesn't says that no one in Bonten is.

"I know. And I know how he... behaves" Rindo doesn't knows if you're refering to the drugs, or the fights, or everything at the same time, but he nods anyway "I wouldn't try anything"

"So you'll just look at him from afar, then?"

"And I don't want to fuck him" you add, completely ignoring his words, and frowning at him "It's not like that"

Sanzu's definitely noticed you, to Rindo's annoyance. He might not feel whatever you seem to feel, but your presence doesn't goes unnoticed by Bonten's number 2.

Rindo's blood boils, and he knows Ran would joke about him transforming into Kakucho.

If someone's going to ruin you, that's him.

"What do you see in him?" he asks you, and it looks innocent enough that Kakucho only glances your way, and seems to believe that you're safe because you're not alone, an Executive keeping you safe.

You're not safe with Rindo. He's probably been wanting to steal you away since he first laid eyes on you.

"Can we not talk about this?" you plead, voice trembling "Please"

"I want to, tho" he tries again, and your cheeks take on that lovely shade of red he imagines could extend all the way down to your niples. Rindo writhes in his seat, resisting the urge to touch himself.

"I don't know. It's just something"

"Something how?" he presses on, inching closer to you.

You look at him, and your eyes glint under the lights of the night club. The idea that you shouldn't be there comes to him as a resounding thunder. "I cannot explain. Have you ever had feelings for someone, Rindo-san?"

He digs his nails on the palm of his left hand until blood comes out "Sanzu can't have feelings for anyone. He's insane"

"Why are you telling me this?" you sound like you're on the verge of despair, and Rindo reluctantly tears his gaze away from your eyes to look for your brother instead. He's busy discussing something, his back to the two of you. Sanzu lingers near the table, eyes occasionally sliding from the others to you.

"Because maybe I could" he says, turning his gaze to your collarbone, to the pearls of sweat around it. You're wearing a pretty aquamarine necklace, right around the place where he wants to leave the mark of his fingers. "Have feelings for anyone. For you"

"Why do you torment me like this, Rindo-San?" you ask, eyes open wide, and trying to scurry away. Rindo catches your arm under the table before you can move too far "Ever since we met, why do you do this to me?"

"And why are you doing this to me?" Rindo asks, even tho he knows you don't know what he's refering to.

To look for you in every room.

To put your face to the women he tries to sleep with.

To wanting to know everything about a girl that's almost a complete stranger.

About the foreign feeling festering in his chest because you just won't look at him, and he doesn't wants to lose on this.

"I don't understand" you say at last, and Rindo only chuckles, letting go of your wrist and scanning the crowd for something, anything, to make him forget the feel of you.

"It's nothing, doll. Forget it"

"I... don't think my brother would like to hear you calling me that"

"And I don't think he would like to know you like Sanzu either, I believe" Rindo answers, his arms moving to rest on the back of the couch "And yet I haven't told him anything"

Ran hums, amused, and twirls a strand of his hair lazily around his fingers "Please don't tell me you're in love with the little doll"

Rindo scoffs, eyes on the bed where he was supposed to be having sex with some faceless girl he met at the bar. Instead he's sitting on the edge, hands on his knees and his brother leaning against the door, only because he said your name instead of the one the girl told him before he undressed her.

"Don't call her that"

"Little doll?"

"Yes"

Ran laughs, clicking his tongue "Only you can call her that, then? Kakucho could kill you, you know?"

"He won't do shit to me because he doesn't knows anything"

"And he's never going to know?"

Rindo scratches the back of his neck, sudenly really wanting some alcohol. Anything to burn his throat and make him forget that he's become stupidly obsessed with someone "Yeah, never. I won't do anything"

He tries, he really does.

Not because he owns anything to Kakucho, or anyone for that matter. He tries because it's not on him, to fixate on anything that's not Bonten like that. And maybe a little because of you. The small part of him that doesn't wants to drag you to hell with him talking.

But then he finds you crying.

You're crying.

He's seen many women cry before. Friends and girlfriends and random strangers in general, and he's never felt what he does in that moment, watching your tears slide down your cheeks.

The ache in his chest is so overwhelming that he actually stumbles forward without having the power to stop himself, kneeling in front of you as if on trance.

You look at him, and your eyes are red. "Rindo-san..."

"Don't talk" he warns you, and when you're about to argue he covers your mouth with one of his hands "Don't fucking say anything" you blink through the tears, and he pushes one of his fingers inside your mouth, watching mesmerized as your tongue involuntarily wets the tip "You shouldn't be fucking crying like this, on the floor"

He doesn't wants to see your tears, unless they're for him.

"I know"

"I want you to cry for me" he whispers, moving dangerously close to your lips "I want you to look only at me. Don't you know that by now?"

"Rindo-san..."

He silences you with a kiss before you can say anything else, and the pain he's been feeling in his chest finally explodes.

There's two rules everyone in Bonten knows about Kakucho Hitto:

1 - You don't fuck with him

2 - You don't fuck with his sister.

Good thing Rindo thinks that what he wants to do to you is more than just fucking.

He wants to devour you.

[nev3rfound]

glass : b.b

after a messy breakup with your boyfriend, you can’t help but be a tad bit reckless during a mission leaving bucky to help pick up the pieces and learn why you’re acting the way you are. (2.5k) 

warnings: mentions of blood, violence, wounds, breakups 

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Sitting in the Quinjet, you could barely register what Tony was saying as the words that were practically spat at you last night circulated your thoughts.

“Y/n?” You flinch at the call of your name, breaking you from the trance-like state you were in.

Steve smiles warmly as he takes the seat beside you as prying eyes watch closely, noting the change in your mood the moment you boarded the jet.

“Sorry,” You mutter to Steve. “late night.”

Nodding in response, Steve glances over to a concerned Bucky whose brows remain knitted together. Usually, you would sit with Bucky, joke around with him and Sam about all sorts. Yet today, you boarded the jet and sat alone, closing your eyes and blocked everyone out.

“Tell me ‘bout it.” Steve playfully huffs, trying to incite some form of reaction, but you remain silent. “Listen, if you wanna talk,”

“Thanks, Steve.” You cut him off, forcing your lips upward. “I’ll let you know if anything comes up.”

With that being his cue to leave you be, Steve shakes his head to Bucky as he wanders back toward Tony, organising the final details of the plan before you land.

“Okay team, descending now, arriving in less than ten.” Tony announces, ensuring he has everyone's attention- including yours. “So, Cap, you and Romanoff will head straight for the side entrance whilst Wilson and Barnes take the back. I want Y/L/N and Barton to head for the hostages.” Tony explains, watching as you all nod along.

“And what will you be doing, Tony?” Steve asks as he picks his shield up.

“I will be with Wanda,” Tony states as Wanda playfully salutes. “on standby in case something goes wrong.”

“Not that it will.” Wanda comments but quirks a brow to Sam who holds his hands up in defence.

“That was a one-time thing, witchy.” Sam retorts, causing Tony to roll his eyes once again at the team's antics.

“Anyway, get ready.” Tony finishes before retreating toward the pilot whilst everyone gathers their weapons.

Whilst grabbing your gun and placing it into your holster, you notice the small bruise forming on your wrist as your sleeve rises slightly. You quickly tug on it, thinking nothing of it as you reach for the set of knives you usually carry.

Yet Bucky noticed, it was impossible for Bucky to not notice the smallest of details about you. His heart ached at the sight. You’re known for being clumsy and would often laugh about the matter. If you got a bruise, you’d joke about it, explain how this one happened in another idiotic motion as opposed to hiding it.

“You ready for this one, Y/n?” Clint speaks up as he appears by your side, counting his arrows as you tighten your grip on your favourite knife, causing your knuckles to lighten in colour.

“As I’ll ever be.” You remark as the Quinjet door opens and you all walk out, splitting up into different directions.

*

It wasn’t supposed to happen, you weren’t prepared enough as a team for what you encountered inside the building.

You reached the hostages and quickly untied them. They thanked you senselessly whilst Clint remained on guard, keeping a close eye on the door as you helped them to their feet.

“Who are you?” One man speaks up, his voice hoarse as he grips your arms for dear life.

“We’re the Avengers.” You softly tell the man, watching as the fear in his expression lightens, and he starts to laugh maniacally in your face.

Trying to prise yourself from his grasp, his nails dig into your skin. “You made a mistake coming here.” He states, breaking his gaze from you momentarily, giving you a chance to slam your foot into his.

With the man's grip easing, you snap yourself from his embrace and hit him with the butt of your gun. He falls to the ground, and you raise your gun to everyone else in the room.

“Who else is a plant?” You ask, looking at all of the terrified faces staring back at you. “Who else?!” You repeat yourself, adrenaline rushing through you before you fire your gun into the ceiling as they all jump.

Clint whips his head around, evidently shocked having never seen you react this way before. “Y/n,” He speaks up, but you ignore him, keeping your attention fixated on the ‘hostages’ before you.

“No one, Ma’am.” A little girl announces as she releases her mother's hand, stepping toward you. She looks up at you with her bright brown eyes and holds her hand out. “Are you here to save us?” She questions.

Kneeling down in front of the girl, you smile softly, your cool exterior melting. “Yes, and you’re all going to be okay, I promise.” You tell her, breaking your gaze as you look around at everyone else.

“Y/n, now.” Clint states as you rise to your feet, holding your hand out to the little girl who gladly accepts.

“Okay, follow me, you’ll all be safe if you stay close.” You explain to the dozen hostages who huddle together, following behind you and Clint.

“Tony? We have them, there was a plant, tell the others.” Clint speaks through the comms as he walks ahead, his bow at the ready in case anyone else lingers in the corridors.

Glancing over your shoulder, you check to ensure the hostages are still with you. Whilst your head is turned, you hear Clint groan and fall to the ground with a thud.

“Clint?” You rush forward whilst the hostages remain still. Holding your gun up, you turn the corner, catching sight of a man stood with his gun aimed at Clint’s unconscious body. “Corridor seven, ground floor.” You speak up, hoping someone hears you through the comms.

The man before you smirks as his gun is now aimed at you whilst you mirror his actions, not daring to let your hands shake as his words ring through your ears.

“You really think that’s a wise move?” He asks, removing the safety from his gun.

“I’m not one to go down without a fight.” You state, hearing a collection of footsteps echo behind the man as a glint of metal flashes across your eyes.

The man's focus shifts to behind you, but his gun remains trained to you. “Ah, I see we have a friend.” He chuckles and you can feel your heart rate increasing as the little girl stands by your side.

“She has us.” The girl states, standing tall as the hostages emerge and gather behind you.

Sighing under his breath, the man clicks his tongue. “Well, this is sweet and all, but you’re not making it out of here alive.” He scoffs, lowering his gun to the little girl.

Everything plays too quickly for Bucky’s liking as he runs toward the man, his arms outstretched and fists clenched.

Upon watching the man pull back the trigger, you force the little girl back, feeling the impact of the bullet hit your stomach. Another shot rings through your ears, but you’re already down on the ground, curled up.

Bucky steps over the man's body, not caring to step in the blood that pools around his head as he rushes toward you.

“Hey, doll, stay awake for me, okay?” Bucky pleads, brushing your hair out of your face as he glances down, noticing your fingers are coated in crimson. “Sam, get Tony, now!” He yells, picking you up in his arms as both Steve and Natasha appear, taking in the sight before them.

Bucky looks over to Steve, and he doesn’t need to say anything. “Go, we’ll handle it.” Steve nods to Bucky as you hang in his arms, eyes barely open.

Rushing past the hostages who stare with wide eyes, Bucky keeps his on you. “Come on, Y/n,” Bucky mutters as the cool breeze hits his face, feeling you move in his arms and bury your face into his chest.

“I’m cold,” You mumble tiredly, barely able to keep your eyes open as they droop heavily. “just five minutes.”

“No, don’t you dare,” Bucky firmly tells you as the Quinjet comes into view, the sight of worry evident in Wanda’s expression as she meets Bucky halfway, guiding him into the jet.

“What happened?” Wanda asks as Bucky places you down on the ground, reaching for the medical supplies on board with urgency, ripping out various weapons and mechanical items until he finds some form of bandages.

“She tried to save a little girl,” Bucky sighs as Wanda cradles your head, her fingers hovering over your temples as a red glow forms whilst Bucky applies pressure to the wounds, watching as they soak instantly from your blood. “we, we have to go, now!” He yells to Wanda who barely flinches.

“Tony? Can you handle this?” Wanda questions through the comms.

“Just get Y/n back, we’ll sort this out.” Tony responds, trying to hide the fear in his tone for the younger Avenger, one he can’t help but view as a daughter in many respects.

“She wants to be strong,” Wanda whispers, hearing your thoughts as you drift further and further away from consciousness. “but she’s scared. I, I can hear his voice.” Wanda trails off as Bucky tenses up, knowing exactly who she means.

Bucky can feel his heartbreaking as the Quinjet flies through the air at an accelerated rate back to the compound.

“Oh Y/n, you’ve got so much coming for you,” Bucky takes one of your hands in his, gripping it tightly as he focuses on your face, the light disappearing from your complexion. “don’t go, not now, doll.”

*

Lying in your own bed, you remain in a deep sleep whilst Bucky hovers by your bedside. Ever since you were brought back and cleared, he insisted you’d feel more comfortable in your own room.

“Anything?” Wanda speaks up, peering in your doorway as your chest rises and falls rhythmically. Bucky shakes his head in response, aware of Wanda approaching your bed as she perches on the edge, her fingertips dancing over your head.

Wanda quickly pulls her hand away, the red wisps disappearing as she avoids Bucky’s cold gaze. “What is it?”

“I’m not sure,” Wanda mutters, moving your hair out of your face. “but something happened before the mission, something to do with him.” Wanda sighs. “I just, I can’t tell what it was.” She explains as Bucky keeps a straight face, unable to take his eyes off the various bruises now exposed on your skin, the cuts and scars forming alongside them.

“She’s always been agile on missions, even if she’s clumsy.” Bucky breathes out, uncrossing his arms from his chest. “But she’s careful, she’s always careful.” He repeats to himself, wondering why you’d risk yourself like that when it could’ve been avoided.

“I had to,” You mumble, your eyes now beginning to open as you look up to your two friends, forcing your lips upwards. “did I miss much?”

A chuckle escapes Wanda as she looks over to Bucky, seeing the concern in his face refusing to ease. “I’m sure Bucky will fill you in.” Wanda tells you as she touches your hand before heading to the door. “It’s good to see you awake, Y/n/n.” She smiles at you whilst Bucky slowly moves closer to your bed, his legs leaning against the frame.

“So,” You sigh, still feeling your muscles burning beneath the covers on top of you. “is everyone safe?”

Trying to hold back the scoff building, Bucky simply nods.

“Good,” You nod to yourself, a sense of relief crossing your system. “I’m glad it worked out.”

“Worked out?” Bucky snaps, noting your eyes widening as you struggle to sit upright without wincing. “No, don’t try and move,” His voice softens momentarily, forcing you to remain still. “Y/n, you think almost dying is a mission ‘working out', really?” He huffs loudly.

“Look, the hostages are safe, the team holding them was taken care of so yes, Bucky, I do think it worked out.” You bark back, your tone rising.

“God, you’re an idiot sometimes.” Bucky remarks, turning away from you as you look down at your lap.

“Max said that too,” You mumble.

Turning on his heels, Bucky focuses on you closely. “He said what?”

It was no secret Bucky wasn’t the fondest of your now ex-boyfriend, Max. He tolerated him for your sake, not wanting to lose your best friend in the midst of a relationship. But Max was never the most understanding, and this is just another reason Bucky mentally adds to his list of why Max was a lousy boyfriend.

“Forget it,” You brush it off, refusing to meet Bucky’s cold blue eyes. “it was nothing, I went to get the last of my things the other night and, and we had an argument.”

“What did he say to you, Y/n?” Bucky persists as he now sits down on your bed, his hands remaining in his own lap as you play with yours, fidgeting.

“He said I’m too fragile for my own good,” You admit, hearing his bitter words ringing through your head. “that I’m weak, and I shouldn’t even be an Avenger.”

Bucky can feel his blood boiling, the list in his mind becoming mere shreds of paper as he imagines what he’ll do to Max if he sees him again.

“And maybe I am, he said I’m broken goods,” You add, lifting the sheets from your body to reveal the stitching in your skin where the bullet was. “what difference does one more scar make?”

“You don’t believe him, do you doll?” Bucky asks sadly, afraid he already knows the answer.

Your prolonged silence only causes Bucky’s heart to sink further into his chest.

“Y/n,” Bucky speaks up, taking your hand in his. “you’re not broken goods, you’re not made of glass that shatters easily.” He explains, unable to meet your teary gaze. “You’re one of the strongest, most selfless people I’ve ever met, you’re not fragile, doll.” He rubs his thumb over the top of your hand, avoiding the fresh scuffs lacing your knuckles.

“You think so?” You whisper as tears fall down your cheeks before you can stop them.

Now catching your eyes, Bucky smiles softly. “I do, Y/n.” He admits, watching you struggle to shuffle in your bed as you force back a whimper.

Patting the spot beside you, Bucky raises a brow. “Will you stay, Bucky, please?” You whisper, too afraid of your own voice.

“As long as you know you’re worth so much more than him, Y/n, okay?” Bucky asks as he lifts his arm up, wrapping it around you as you curl up into his chest. “You deserve the world, doll.” He mutters, feeling your grip around his waist loosen as your breathing softens. “And I promise to show you someday.”

Bucky brushes his lips across your forehead as light snores leave your lips, unaware of the promise Bucky has made to you and intends to keep it.  

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