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dumbseee · 2 years ago

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stalker. pt.2.

masterlist.

charles leclerc x reader. / ? x reader.

fc: lalisa manoban.

note: thanks you guys for 1k!!! i love seeing everyone’s reactions to my aus it really warms my heart <3 i love youuuuuuu <333

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fan1: a fucking goddess

fan2: charles fumbled HARD

fan3: men really can’t handle bad bitches

isahernaez: stunning!

fan4: the fact that they were ALL there lmao

fan5: apparently they were sitting near each other…

fan6: where is deuxmoi when you need them.

fan7: how to be a fly in that room tbh

fan8: can we STOP talking about musty charles and appreciate y/n’s beauty and work for charity??

fan9: y/n can do better than him anyway, her family literally owns half of monaco

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y/n: enjoying some sun with friends :)

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fan2: and who tf is that?

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fan4: i hope charles is crying rn

fan5: nah but charles must be regretting all his life choices

fan6: i wonder who that friend is

fan7: she looks so good tho

fan8: let’s stop talking about HER love life she’s a grown ass adult

fan9: my girl is thriving we love to see it <3

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you did your best to ignore the look in people’s eyes when they saw you in the paddock. after all, what was a driver’s ex girlfriend doing here? to be fair, you didn’t even know yourself, but he asked you to come and for a reason that is still foreign to you, you said yes. because who could say no to him?

it felt weird tho, coming here alone and supporting someone else, it was weird to you. especially because your ex boyfriend was here with the girl he cheated on you with. no wonder everyone was looking at you. but you didn’t care, you knew why you were here, and charles wasn’t going to ruin this moment.

"y/n!" a familiar voice made you sigh in relief, it was your friend, lily. she greeted you with her signature smile and hugged you tightly. "i haven’t seen you in such a long time." she took a step back and you smiled at her. you loved this tiny woman so much, she was a huge support for you during the breakup and even now. "i missed you too! where is alex?" you asked, your friend’s boyfriend not in sight which was weird because these two were tied at the hip. "doing interviews with logan. but let’s not talk about boys, how are you?" you two linked arms and walked through the paddock. "i’m fine actually, it’s weird but i think i’m moving on." you smiled and looked at the sky, knowing exactly why you were moving on so quickly. "i’m happy then." she smiled back but it dropped away from her face quickly, when she saw something in your way. when you followed her gaze you chest tightened when you saw charles and his girlfriend. when she saw you she immediately jumped in charles’s arms to kiss him, which caught him off guard and annoyed him.

an arm on your shoulder finally snapped you out of it, when you looked on your right to see who suddenly appeared next to you, you saw him. and all your sorrow immediately disappeared like rain when the sun is shining.

"hi, beautiful." he said, and you couldn’t help but smile.

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smusherina · 10 months ago

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yard work - chapter 4 (regina george x reader)

fandom: Mean Girls (all media)

pairing: Regina George x OFC/Reader

summary: You'd been in the same class as Regina George since kindergarten. You'd lived on the same street even longer. Once upon a time, when life was sandbox disputes and who got the swing first arguments, you'd even been friends. Now, in junior year of high school, you doubted she even remembered you. The same couldn't be said about you. You definitely remembered her.

warning(s): homophobia becomes a central theme. mention of a close dead relative. internalized misogyny.

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You were sitting on the grass under the bleachers when Janis 'Imi'ike came up to you.

"I'm not selling right now." You said, suspecting she was here to see about buying alcohol or something. You had a contact and made a small bit in commissions around the school selling stuff.

"I'm- what? What're you selling?" Oh, well, guess not then.

"Nothing." You didn't want to incriminate yourself. It was bad enough you were smoking a cigarette right this moment. You took another drag. Usually, you didn't smoke during school but today was turning out to be a shittier day than usual.

"I'm not a nark, I could-" She seemed to shake herself. "Anyway. Why did you come to school with Regina today?"

"You saw that?" You inquired, alarmed but making an attempt to hide it.

"Yes. Now, why?"

"We live on the same street. Her car was having issues." You shrugged, trying to play it off.

"How'd you know her car was having issues?" She did not seem inclined to just let it go. It was beginning to annoy you.

"Because I fix it from time to time. Like I said, we live on the same street. We're not friends or anything." While you didn't like lying, especially not when you yourself were bitter about it, protecting Regina's rep was more important.

"I think that's a lie. We went to the same middle school for a while. You were close back then." She accused, crouching to be at level with you. You were officially annoyed now.

"You used to be close too." You took another drag and, noticing your cig was on its last leg, stamped it on the ground. "And how'd that turn out?"

Janis gritted her teeth. "Not well."

"Exactly." You gave her a tight, snarky smile and stood up. "Bye."

"Wait a minute!" She jogged after you as you made for the school building. "I'm not done!"

"I think you are." You called back, hastening your step. "There's nothing for us to talk about, Janis."

"Dude! You're being a huge dick right now." Janis caught up to you, gesturing as if she were offended. "Why are you so touchy?"

"I'm not touchy, I'm pissed that a stranger is getting all up in my business." You informed her curtly. "Lay off."

She held her hands up in surrender, an infuriating smirk on her face. "What business do you have with Regina?"

You halted and dropped your backpack on the ground. "What is your problem?" You advanced on her, not exactly squaring up but still getting a little too close for comfort.

"Woah, protective, aren't you?" She wasn't intimidated in the least. That only angered you more. "Has she ditched Cady already and found a new pet?"

"If I were you, I'd watch my mouth." You said as menacingly as you could.

"We could help each other out, y'know." She said, playing innocent.

"Why would I help you with anything?"

"Because she hurt both of us." You had to agree with that, however reluctantly. "I want revenge. She needs to go down." Now, that you did not agree with.

"What do you mean?" If they were planning a coup or something, you needed to get the details. You wouldn't be putting up with that shit.

"Cady's gotten an in with the Plastics." You'd never liked that stupid nickname Janis insisted on using. "She's still on the fence about them, but it's only a matter of time before I'm proven right."

"You've infiltrated the popular girl group like 007, great, because Regina wronged you somehow in middle school? Grow up." You rolled your eyes and picked up your backpack.

"She outed me, you douche!" She exclaimed before probably even thinking about it. Realizing what she'd said, she glanced around warily. Nobody was nearby since you were away from the courtyard.

Okay. Well. That made this a lot more complicated. You pinched the bridge of your nose. This was the exact reason you hung around skaters and stoner-wannabes. At least their drama was about graffiti and who had the good kush, not about whatever the fuck this was. You weren't aware you were living in a teen drama.

"Okay." You breathed in deeply. You did not want to be involved, no matter how justified Janis could've been. However, you needed information if you wanted to get in the way. "What've you got?"

A mean grin nearly split her face. Then, in just a second, it melted away. "You won't tell anybody, right? About, uh, that earlier-"

"I sell drugs behind the school, dude." You put it flatly. "You have more flak on me."

"True." She conceded. "So..."

Their plans weren't very well constructed, to be fair. Janis wanted to prove to Cady that Regina was a bitch, her words, and that was sort of just a waiting game. In the meantime, they were collecting information. So far they'd found out about the Burn Book, supposedly a scrapbook that Regina and her friends had filled with mean things about everybody at Northshore. Staff and teachers included. Apparently, Cady hadn't had much time to peruse it, so neither Janis nor you were in it for all she knew.

The concept made you nervous. You could very well be in that book and Cady just hadn't seen it. If everybody was in it, including nobodies like Mary Stigson and Amber D'Alessio, the chance was incredibly high.

You didn't even know what she could've written about you. Over the years you'd shared incredibly vulnerable bits of information with her. She'd shared with you too, but you weren't in any position to weaponize her secrets. You'd been through embarrassing moments that just the two of you knew of, had seen each other cry and rage and experience all sorts of overwhelming emotions, had made it through mortifying tweenhood phases together.

Regina could've written your whole life story, the nastiest highlights at least, without breaking a sweat.

You were like a zombie for the rest of the day. Barely paying attention in class, twirling a pencil in your fingers listlessly as whatever teacher went on and on. You looked up when a sharp, female voice called your name. You apologized to Ms Norbury and pretended to start working.

Calculus class, huh? You looked around, trying to be inconspicuous. You met eyes with Cady Heron. She quickly turned back to her work, writing numbers furiously. So Janis had told her about their new accomplice. Of course, you had every intention to tattle first thing once you talked to Regina again.

You knew she wouldn't want to be seen leaving with you, so you shot her a text that you'd be behind the bleachers waiting. You were her ride, after all. It would've been rude to leave her.

Relaxing somewhere quiet and alone wasn't too bad. You lifted your headphones over your ears and put on a Nirvana CD. Just this morning Regina had called you 'a hobo with a liking for grunge', or something along those lines. You did so love proving her right.

You lit a cigarette in honour of Kurt and closed your eyes. Something about this day, the utterly exhausting events, made you desperate to feel some release. Ever since dropping Regina off, you'd been a fucking mess. Janis having seen the whole thing and then coming to conspire against Queen Bee hadn't helped. You wished things could be spelt out for you.

Did Regina like you? Yes or no. You knew it wasn't that simple, that things weren't simple for her like they were for you. You liked her and so it was easy to let her walk all over you. You liked her so, of course, you sided with her even when Janis and you had a camaraderie. You liked her and so you chose not to think about the horrible thing she'd done to Janis.

Was it only a matter of time before she'd use that secret against you, too? Did it hang above your head even now?

"Hey, loser, stub the cig and let's get outta here. I'm sick of this joint."

"Who taught you to talk like that?" You opened your eyes and looked up at Regina. "Certainly not your father."

"What daddy doesn't know won't hurt him." She offered her hand to pull you up. "C'mon. I have a nail appointment to get to."

You hauled yourself up with her help. Over-balancing a little bit you tipped into her space, and for a moment there you breathed the same air. You took a hasty step back and tuned back into the conversation.

"And- and how're you gonna get there?" You already knew.

"We don't have enough time to go to mine first, so..." She smiled sweetly at you, getting that calculating look in her eye as she grabbed your arm and pulled it close to her chest. Looking up at you through her lashes, long nails stroking down your forearm, a smile so alluring it was evil on her face, she knew she had you. You couldn't say no.

Gulping, you inclined your head. "I'll take you."

"Thanks, babe." And with that, she pressed her purse into your arms to carry and skipped ahead.

Fuck. Fuck. You closed your eyes and fought off a groan. You'd almost forgotten the crush you'd nursed for her back then. It hadn't ever left, you knew that much, but it hadn't smacked you in the face quite like this before. You were familiar with moments that made your heart beat fast, scenarios that played on a loop in your head, and dreams you could never really make sense of. Now, though, hearing her call you babe and the physical reaction it evoked, there was no plausible explanation other than the obvious fact: You had a crush on Regina George.

You knew—knew—that it was hopeless. There was no world in which you and Regina could be a thing. Or maybe there was, but that was a pipe dream you'd do no good in entertaining. Your dad didn't care about who you dated, but you were sure he would be none too pleased. Regina's dad was a whole other case. He was way stricter than your dad, though just as distant.

You'd done this before. It would be fine. Admittedly, back when you'd been actively crushing on Regina you had been twelve and under. Back then you'd still tolerated skirts and girly hairstyles. Back then it'd been socially acceptable to cling to your friend like a koala, kiss her cheeks and hold her hand. If you tried that shit now, especially looking like you did, it would not slide.

(You'd been called slurs around the halls before. While you didn't generate much rumours or hubbub, you knew that you existed in people's peripherals in a certain way. They'd snidely ask if you liked the Ellen Show. Make vile hand gestures at you when you passed by. Garry Fort, resident church boy and social outcast, had even offered to pray for you. You had refused.)

"Jorts! Get a move on!" Regina shouted, a good distance away.

"Yeah yeah," You muttered, but picked up the pace.

"What took you so long?" She asked as she settled into the front seat.

"Lost in thought, I guess." Waxing melancholy about how we could never be together, sweetums. You opted not to say that. "So, where's this appointment?"

"Just drive to town, I'll give instructions."

"Sure thing." You bit your lip and tapped your fingers on the steering wheel. You hadn't had your licence for long but you'd been driving for much longer than that. You were a good driver. Back when you'd been young enough for your dad to feel obligated to spend time with you, he'd taken you to some backroads and taught you. Then, when that stopped, you'd done it illegally. Hey, girls gotta keep busy somehow.

"What's on your mind?" Regina asked, breaking the silence that'd turned uncomfortable.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing." You swallowed. "How was your day?"

"How was my day, seriously?" She turned her body to face you, arms crossed and a displeased look on her face. "What is it?"

You tried to think of something to say. You didn't want to ruin her whole day by revealing she had a spy, of all things. You'd planned on waiting a little bit before telling her. You would've maybe taken her for a ride and then gently broken the news.

So, that was a bust.

"Cady Heron is spying on you. She's retelling everything you're doing together with Gretchen and Karen to Janis and her friend Damien Leigh." You blurted it all out. "I was smoking in my usual spot and she just came up to me. And, uh, recruited me. Apparently, she saw you leave my car this morning."

"What?" Regina screeched, face slack with shock as well as strained with fear, panic, and all sorts of jumbled emotions. "Did anybody else see?"

"I don't know!" Your shoulders lifted all the way up to your ears in a panicked shrug. Her emotions were rubbing off on you and you did not like it. "Did people act weird around you today?"

"No," She paused to think. "No, everything was fine. Karen liked my top."

"You mean my top?" You corrected.

"Whatever." Regina looked out of the window contemplatively. "Are you plotting against me?"

You rolled your eyes, and took your sights off the road for a second to shoot her a look. "If I was, would I be telling you?"

"I dunno, I vividly remember you being sorta stupid."

"Wow, thanks, Reg, that's high praise coming from you. Only sorta."

"Shut up. You're so annoying." She unfolded her arms and leaned back in the seat. "Cady Heron. A spy."

"Janis told me, and I quote: "She needs to go down." Which was pretty dramatic in my opinion." Regina didn't say anything. "I mean, we're in high school."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Regina inspected her nails. Pretty acrylics, sharp and lethal, decorated with gems and swirls. A little grown out, sure, but still in perfect condition.

"I just mean that..." You thought about what you wanted to say. "Y'know, on average women in America die, like, between seventy and eighty years old. We're less than a quarter of that right now. Five years from now, I bet the problems we have now will seem stupid and insignificant. And then five years, or ten, from that, the issues then will look the same way."

"Morbid." She turned to look at you. You couldn't tell what her expression was like, in the middle of changing lanes to pass a car going way under the limit. "Are you always this philosophical?"

"I could be. If you wanted me to be." You wondered if that edged a little too close to flirty.

"No. It's insufferable." You didn't know how to respond to that. "I don't fucking care about the grand scheme of things. My problems aren't stupid or insignificant now, so it's no fucking use thinking, oh, it'll all be fine with time! Well, it won't be, if I don't do something right now." She ranted, waving her hands as she did. "And I will argue that women die much earlier than that."

"It's a statistic, Reg-"

"No, women die at menopause at the latest. They get sad, saggy and undesirable and they die." She said with such conviction that it shook you. "When you stop being beautiful, it's all over."

"Regina, that's..." Wrong. Incorrect. A horrible way to think. "I don't think that's true."

"Women like my mom have nothing to offer. When dad stopped wanting her and started looking elsewhere, when she stopped being asked out at the grocery store and they started asking me, when Kylie poked at her flab and asked what her stretch marks were, she died."

Listening to her talk like that, about her mom nonetheless, was heartbreaking. Still, you couldn't help getting angry. "Your mom is alive and well, Reg. Your dad cheating isn't her fault, it's him being an awful human being. Being asked out at the grocery store isn't like receiving a fucking Nobel prize. Flab and stretch marks are what you did to her body. What Kylie did to her body." You bit your lip when it started wobbling. You bit down harshly to stop it.

You continued even when your voice crackled. "My mom's always gonna be young and beautiful. She's gonna always gonna have smooth, wrinkle-free skin. I won't get to ask about her flab or stretch marks. Not ever." Regina was quiet. You could feel her eyes on you. "You don't get to complain about growing old. Mrs George's been like a mom to me, you know that, so don't fucking insult her in front of me. You can get all the botox and surgeries you want, but I'm not gonna sit here and listen to that shit."

"Sorry." She said, quietly. She'd never been good at apologies.

"It's fine." You wiped at your eyes. "I'm sorry for freaking out."

"No, it's... That was stupid." She mostly muttered, now sunken into the seat.

You shouldn't have raved at her like that. Unpacking all that she said would've been much easier with a clear head. Now you were both stuck in this tension. Tears drying on your cheeks and snot in your nose, you wished things would be easier. You wished Regina had never been taught to think like she did, that she'd see herself like you saw her.

"I think you'll still be pretty when you're forty." You put it out there, going for casual.

"You don't have to lie." She huffed, assuredly rolling her eyes.

"I'm not lying. I don't think a few wrinkles are enough to ruin your face."

"I'm not gonna get wrinkles. By the time I'm old enough to get them, there's gonna be technology to prevent signs of ageing entirely."

You laughed at that. "Are you gonna pioneer that?"

"You think I'd be smart enough?"

"I think you're very intelligent, Regina."

"Hm." You could tell she was pleased, though she was looking away. "Take left here."

"Yes, ma'am."

Notes: I'm writing these abnormally fast. Usually, I'm a total sloth with these things. I guess the instant gratification of notes really is addicting. If I suddenly drop off, I promise I didn't die I just ran out of steam.

I have no idea how long this series will be. I have a general outline and character arcs going in my head, but I'm purposefully not drafting anything. I've noticed that when I plan too much I just feel like I've already written the story and don't wanna put any of the work in. So, with this method, though it has its flaws, I won't get bored of my own ideas!

Also, just to sort of put it out there in writing, they're meant to be flawed characters. OC might be self-aware to a point, but she too has her shortcomings. While Regina's more obviously flawed, neither of them are saints. They're teenagers with shitty home lives, they're gonna be fucked up. That also includes Janis and Cady. They're all dumb teenagers with unresolved issues.

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kpopjust4u · 2 years ago

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February Filth Fest - Day 11

Post Date: 11th February 2023 Pairing: Jongho x Fem!Reader Content: Smut - Impregnation WC: 507 TW?: Daddy!Jongho/ Sub!Reader/ Penetration (Unprotected)

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"Daddy~" You playfully quip at your boyfriend, expecting him to cringe hearing you call him that but you receive the opposite reaction.

Inching closer to you, closing the gap between you and the washing machine as you stand up straight from putting a load of dirty washing into it, facing away from him.

Slowly and gently, he moves the stands of hair from your neck to the other side, peppering small kisses to it and nipping at your lobe, "Hmm, I liked that, call me that again".

Testing the waters, in favour of the way this is going, you turn your head to face him, doe and innocent-eyed, "Daddy~", in the smallest and whiniest moaning voice you could.

Growling, he pushes you against the washing machine more, bending you over it with his hand firm on the back of your neck, holding you in place.

"Keep calling me that and I'll end up making myself a 'Daddy', fill you up with so much of my cum that you'll be pregnant with my kids," The idea sounds so great in his head, but he would never have thought you'd continue to test him, and once again, whining the word 'Daddy' whilst biting your lip, looking back at him.

"Someone really wants me to fill them with my cum, don't they?" He sighs, hands pulling at the hem of your dress, pulling it up over your ass painfully slow.

"Yes, Daddy~ Fill me up~" You whimper at the feeling of his cold hands pressed against your ass cheeks, giving them a good grab before pulling your panties to one side.

You're already soaked from just this alone, core glistening in your slick as he spits on his hand and covers his cock in it before lining up with your entrance, growling deeply as he slowly eases himself into you, your pleasurable cry sounding like a melody to him.

Once he's balls deep in you, he pauses for a moment to gather his senses, hand back on the back of your neck, caressing it with his thumb before rocking his hips into you.

His other hand reaches around to spread over your abdomen, feeling where his cock hits your insides, unable to hold back from making the thrusts deep, harsh and rough.

"I'm going to fill you up so fucking good," He grunts, voice getting deeper by the second, raspier as he also listens to your angelic moans and screams, "And put a baby in you".

"Yes please, Daddy!" You cry out, losing all senses, knees feeling weak as he holds you up with his one arm.

After minutes of his hips smacking against the back of your thighs, his cock twitches inside of you and his thighs tense up, his growling moans and groans notifying you that he's close, with both hands on your hips as he releases hot strings of his cum into you.

"Don't move, baby. I've got to keep my dick so deep in you to make sure that none of my cum goes to waste".

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kpop-stories-21 · 2 years ago

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Fantasy section | His Beloved Beauty

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Yeosang x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Rating: 18-21+

Genres, Tropes and AUs: Non-Idol AU, Faerie AU, Dark Fae, Light Fae, Smut, Arranged Marriage

Content & Trigger Warnings: Dark Fae Prince! Yeosang, Light Fae Princess!Reader, two dicks, saliva as an aphrodisiac, first time, multiple rounds, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids), multiple orgasms, loss of virginity

Summary: Your marriage to Yeosang has brought peace between the Fae clans, but you can't help feeling worried when it comes time to spend the night with your new husband.

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As you rose to your feet and pocketed the peridot-inlaid key from the Adventure section, you started to feel guilty for snapping at Seonghwa the way you did. The man had been nothing but kind to you, and this was how you repaid him? You decided that you would apologize when you came to him with all the keys, and hoped he would accept your remorse.

Time for the last one. Be strong, you can do this! You told yourself sternly as you entered the section.

Standing in front of the glowing book you took a deep, calming breath and opened it.

You stood in front of the black-trimmed mirror in your bedchambers, watching your new handmaidens go over your wedding gown to ensure that everything fitted as it was supposed to.

Not for the first time you wished that it was an ordinary wedding, that you were not in this position right now. But you were, and it was all thanks to your father.

The Light and Dark Fae had been at war for countless centuries, until the current King of the Light Fae managed to come to terms with the King of the Dark Fae and a peace was brokered. Being the eldest princess of the Light Fae, you were offered in marriage to Crown Prince Yeosang of the Dark Fae as a way of sealing the peace and uniting the Fae.

The Dark Fae were frightening in general, but you had heard terrible rumours about your betrothed and begged your father repeatedly not to go through with the marriage. He, however, was adamant and now here you were: about to be wed to a man who terrified you beyond belief.

To make matters worse, the traditional wedding gown of the Light Fae had been forgone in favor of something that paid homage to the union of Light and Dark. The gown was mostly white; with the bell sleeves, layered skirt, and functioning corset-style back common to the wedding gowns of the nobility. The differences in your gown were the black roses and ribbons that decorated the top layer of the skirt and bell portion of the sleeves, the onyx brooch at the top of the white lace bodice, bands of black lace around the tight upper section of the sleeves, black lace at the edges of the corset, and black ribbons in the corset.

It felt sacrilegious, almost, to wear a design other than the one that had been deemed most appropriate by your forefathers. Unadorned gowns meant most eyes would be on the ceremony, not the bride's appearance. But then, these were the same forefathers who said peace with the Dark Fae was not possible, so maybe they hadn't gotten everything right.

You had no idea what Yeosang looked like, only having heard that he was extremely attractive and garnered attention from all the females. You had also heard that he had an awful temper and lashed out over the smallest matters, and that he had trouble keeping his magick under control. Dark Magick was scary enough when wielded with total control, so the thought of what might happen when it was out of control scared you even more.

A knock sounded on your bedroom door just as the handmaidens finished going over your gown. One of them went to open the door and revealed your older brother, Crown Prince Yuta.

He smiled at you and you returned it, but you couldn't help the little twinge of envy in your heart. At least he would get to marry a Light Fae and stay in the castle where he'd grown up. Still you would always love him no matter what, especially since he'd become more like a best friend than a brother over the last few years.

"How are you holding up, sis?" He asked, coming to sit on the big black bed behind you.

"As well as can be expected." You replied, gently pressing your hands against your skirt in an effort to calm their shaking.

Yuta sighed. "The little ones said to tell you they'll miss their favorite playmate."

You smiled softly upon hearing the message from your younger siblings. You would most certainly miss playing with them, as they all had vivid imaginations and could come up with some interesting scenarios.

"Tell them I'll miss them more."

Yuta chuckled, then eyed you seriously. "Are you sure about this? You know there are laws you can invoke to stop the marriage."

You nodded. "Yes, I know. But I'd much rather it be me than one of the younger girls. At least this way they can all marry Light nobles and stay in their home nation."

At the end of the day you couldn't really be mad at anyone for this series of events. Peace was desperately needed, otherwise the two sides might battle each other to extinction. You would marry Yeosang a thousand times over if it meant ensuring that there would be an end to the senseless killings.

The appearance of a handmaiden at the doorway drew your attention. "The ceremony is about to start, Your Majesty. I'm to take you to where you're supposed to be." Yuta stood and exited the room with a small wave. Once he was out of sight, you allowed the handmaiden to lead you through the castle to the Grand Hall where the ceremony would take place.

As soon as you entered the room everyone stood, all eyes on you as you slowly approached the altar. Looking up, you felt your face heat as you got your first look at Yeosang.

He was gorgeous, skin smooth and sunkissed. His shoulder-length ebony hair was slicked back, save for a few strands that dangled into the fiery silver of his eyes. His all-black attire consisted of a black shirt with open shoulders and loose, flowing chiffon sleeves that hung down over his hands. A black choker hugged his neck and a corset wrapped around his waist accentuated his slim figure. His black dress pants were crisp and wrinkle free, with a black chiffon sash encircling his hips.

For the first time ever you found yourself hoping that the rumours about him weren't true, because how could someone so beautiful be so terrible?

The ceremony passed in a bit of a blur, and before you knew it a crown of white diamonds with black diamond accents was placed upon your head. A similar crown of black diamonds with white accents was given to Yeosang, and then he was kissing you. His lips were soft against yours, the kiss gentle and sweet.

The celebration that followed was long and tiresome, and by the time your handmaidens whisked you away you were more than ready for bed. Unfortunately, sleep could not come just yet, because this was your wedding night and you were expected to consummate your bond with Yeosang.

You were dressed in a white silken nightgown with black roses going up the front of the skirt, as well as all over the train. The front and back of the bodice had black ribbons laced in a corset-like pattern, and a curling pattern of black embroidery covered the bosom. Similar to your wedding gown, the dress had long bell sleeves edged in black, with bands of black lace around the tighter part. A detachable hood, also edged with black lace, completed the ensemble.

Upon walking into the bedroom you would share with your new husband, you found him dressed in an flowing black silk robe with elegant gold patterns on the wide sleeves. He wore something of an awed expression as he looked you over, and you felt your skin grow a little warmer from the attention.

"Skies and stars, Y/N, you are breathtaking. I must be the luckiest Fae in the world to be married to a goddess like you."

You blushed. "Th-Thank you."

Yeosang laughed softly and slowly walked towards you, a strong aroma of sandalwood flooding your senses as he did so.

His hands came up to rest on your shoulders and you looked up, getting lost in the smouldering embers of those silver eyes.

"Will you come to bed with me, my dear wife?"

You nodded nervously and allowed him to lead you over to the edge of the bed.

"May I kiss you?" He asked sweetly.

You nodded and his lips met yours once more. As he deepened the kiss the two of you fell back onto the ebony duvet. Breaking the kiss, Yeosang slowly slid the skirt of your dress up to your waist and began trailing kisses up your thighs. Stopping just short of your mound, he looked up at you seriously.

"If anything feels uncomfortable, tell me immediately."

"Okay."

He smirked and leaned back down, tongue slipping inside your wet heat. You let out a squeal of surprise at how cold his tongue was, but it warmed up quickly and you began to let out soft moans as your walls relaxed.

After a bit he added a finger in beside his tongue and the pleasure doubled. You felt heat gathering in your stomach and tried to warn Yeosang, but didn't exactly know what you were warning him of.

Apparently Yeosang knew what was happening, because he started moving his finger faster until the heat in your stomach exploded, ripping an almost-scream from you.

"Mmm, you look so divine laid out like this baby. Think you can cum for me again?"

You nodded, feeling suddenly needy for everything he could give you.

"What-Why do I feel so good?" You ask him, only slightly concerned.

Yeosang chuckled. "My saliva is a natural aphrodisiac, it makes you feel really good."

Sliding in two more fingers, he began stretching you out in preparation for what was to come. In the process you ended up cumming a second time, much to Yeosang's delight. When you were relaxed enough to take four fingers easily, he deemed you ready enough and began to disrobe.

You felt your eyes go wide at the sight of not one but two dicks, both of them very thick and leaking precum. There's no way they'll fit! You thought to yourself. You decided to trust Yeosang since he'd been gentle with you so far.

The first press of them against your folds had you shaking with anticipation. Then they pushed inside inch by inch, and before you knew it he was bottoming out. You felt so full you thought you might actually explode, but it felt so good at the same time.

He began moving slowly at first, letting you adjust to the stretch before gradually picking up his pace until he was pounding into you. Every thrust reached deep within you, hitting spots you didn't even know existed.

By the time your third orgasm came over you, you were sobbing in pure ecstasy and seeing stars, barely able to hold yourself upright.

"Cum for me baby." He murmured, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you in place. "Get your sweet juices all over my dicks."

You screamed his name on repeat as your whole body shook from the force of your high, walls clamping tight around his members.

"Ah, fuck, baby girl. Gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that."

His movements began to stutter and then he slammed into you one last time, teeth biting into your shoulder as he spilled his load inside you.

Once both of you had calmed down Yeosang cleaned you up and climbed under the duvet, pulling your bare body flush against him as he pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

"You did so good for me, baby." He said, a smile in his words.

"Take this for now, and come see me again soon."

Something metal crossed your palm and everything faded to white.

You weren't sure how long you had been roaming the Library, looking for your missing Fae husband, when a split-second of clarity had you stopping in your tracks as you fully returned to yourself.

Frightened at how deep you'd gone this time, you ran your fingers over the silvery-white key with black opals decorating its surface before putting it with the others in your pockets and heading for the front desk. It was time to face Seonghwa so you could claim the treasure and get the hell out of this place.

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cali-holland · 5 years ago

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Golden Bullets, Ch 2: License to Kill

Harrison Osterfield X Reader, James Bond!AU

Harrison Osterfield, Agent 007, was once the best MI6 agent around with the astounding reputation as a womanizer. Between illegal gold smuggling and black market trading of weapons, he finds himself deeper in his latest mission than intended, weaving himself into a web of the criminal organization, S.P.E.C.T.R.E.. At the center of it all is the one woman who’s never fallen for his charms- you, Agent 006, the best MI6 agent, the new assistant director of the program, and his new partner.

Word Count: 3300

Gif is not mine

Golden Bullets Masterlist

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Warnings: sexual themes (literally a woman named Pussy), violence, death

Featured Song: Licence to Kill by Gladys Knight from Licence to Kill (1989)

~ “Got a licence to kill and you know I’m going straight for your heart”

~~~

“Touch the stereo one more time and I’ll shoot you in the dick.”

Your grumbling threat seemed to resonate with Harrison as he dropped his hand from reaching to change your music again. He let out a long sigh; this drive from the Monaco airport to the hotel felt like such a long one. He hated old music, and yet all you seemed to want to listen to in the car was Nancy Sinatra- it’s like you only knew songs from the 1960’s. If it wasn’t for the urgency of this mission and the fact that he was in such an incredible car, he probably would have jumped out by now.

“You are awfully fascinated with my dick.” Harrison stated, a small smirk playing on his lips. You adjusted your white retro sunglasses on your face, shaking your head at him.

“Hardly.” You scoffed, “It’s your biggest weakness, so it’s quite easy to threaten, especially when shooting your dick off means I can hurt that delicate ego of yours.”

“Ouch, darling, you might actually hurt me there.” He feigned offense at your words. “If my biggest weakness is my dick, then what’s yours, sweetheart?”

“How many times must I tell you not to call me darling or sweetheart or angel or doll or any other pet name that rolls off your tongue?” You replied, ignoring his question completely.

“Not enough, angel. It’s so easy to get you bothered by a simple pet name.”

“I’m an agent. I’m not your pet.”

“Ah, but according to the hotel room, you’re my wife, Y/N.” Harrison teased. He watched as your jaw clenched, hearing your real name fall from his mouth for the first time. “Did you think I wouldn’t know your real name? Don’t act like you didn’t do any digging on me.”

“I didn’t need to. All of MI6 knows how much of an arrogant ass you are.” You stated, pulling the car into the hotel’s parking lot. “Your list of women extends much farther than your list of kills.”

“I bet you’d love to be added to the first list.” He smirked, placing a hand on your knee. You glared at him as you removed his hand.

“In your dreams, Osterfield.” You said lowly before getting out of the car, smiling at the valet. Harrison exited the DB10 after you, straightening out his suit as he did so.

“Let me get the bags, love.” Harrison told you, opening the trunk of the car to get out all of the luggage, which most of it consisted of weapons and money from MI6. As the two of you stood in the lobby, waiting to check in to the new room, you cuddled into Harrison’s figure, wrapping a hand around his neck as you spoke quietly in his ear.

“You’ll be added to my list, too if you’re not more careful with that tongue.” You threatened, voice just above a whisper. Your perfectly manicured fingers traced over the breast pocket on his suit, and you felt his heart race under you. Your threat was a very real one, but Harrison couldn’t help the shiver that made its way down his spine at the sultriness of your voice.

Still, he put on his charm as he looked at you in his arms. Just as smoothly as you had spoken, he answered, “I hope that’s your first list, Y/N.”

~~~

“Martini. Shaken, not stirred.” Harrison told the bartender at the Monte Carlo casino that night. He adjusted his suit jacket as he leaned against the bar, waiting on his drink.

Ever since you two arrived at the hotel, you managed to ignore his presence completely. The hotel room had two queen size beds, extravagantly decorated and fit for two of Britain’s best agents. You were an incredibly curious case to him, you were an enigma. Something about you made him want to know everything about you. He found your resistance to his flirtatious advances especially alluring. He was starting to understand how you were an infamous seductress- you put the womanizer himself to shame.

“If you’re going to drink while working, you might as well go for something better than a martini.” You stated, your voice echoing in the comms piece in his ear. Harrison smirked to himself a little.

“Finally joining the party, princess?” He joked as his drink arrived. Since your task tonight was to flirt your way into Sciarra’s world, you had decided it’d be best for you and Harrison to arrive alone, which meant he had to have a chauffeur in a BMW while you drove the Aston Martin.

“Why, yes, I am.” You replied. Harrison lifted his martini glass to his lips and he casually looked around the busy casino. His eyes instantly caught on your figure as you wore a floor-length silk dress. The red material clung to you in all the right places with a slit that ran up to your upper thigh; your cleavage on view just enough to keep him wondering where you hid your weapons. He already knew your sleek black stilettos were made of steel and, most likely, had knife compartments- one of Q’s specialities for non-technology based weapons. You smirked, seeing Harrison’s blue eyes scanning over your dress, and you turned to place a gamble on a game, giving him the optimal view of the backless feature of the dress, the cut out dipping dangerously low.

“I don’t think that dress is inconspicuous enough.” He said after a moment. He slowly sipped on his martini, his throat feeling dry as his eyes couldn’t leave your figure.

“As if I care about what you think of my dress.” You answered, “Besides, the plan is to get Sciarra alone. Just watch my back, and stay focused.”

“Trust me, with you looking like that, beautiful, I’ll have no problem watching your back.” It was his turn to smirk, as you gave him the side-eye across the casino.

“Keep it in your pants, Osterfield.”

Spotting Sciarra at a craps table, you casually made your way over. You stood opposite of him, peering at the table below you. You gently leaned against it, allowing for your dress to shift slightly- and just like that, Sciarra made his way over to you. M was right- he was nothing short of a sleazy adulterer.

“Give me a blow?” He asked, holding up the die to you. You smiled, blowing on them for good luck. His eyes stayed on you as he rolled the die, far more invested in you now than his gambling. “Do you play?”

“No, but I enjoy-” You paused, your eyes trailing him up and down, “the views much more than the game itself.”

Across the casino, Harrison got himself a second martini and stood from his seat. He made his way over to the craps table to watch the game in progress while still keeping an eye on you as you flirted with Sciarra. His fingers trailed along the glass, looking around the table. Almost every single man had eyes on you, but your eyes stayed firmly on Sciarra, giving him your undivided attention. Something twisted in Harrison as he watched Sciarra run a hand down your bare arm before resting the hand on your bare back and, by the looks of it, his hand was far too low for Harrison’s liking. And not only did he have to watch that, but also heard each word passed between you and Sciarra through the mic.

“Casinos really bring out the sleaziness of some men.” Harrison heard a velvety voice speak teasingly from behind him. His blue eyes left your figure, and he looked at the woman now standing beside him. You were definitely the most attractive woman here, but this woman was a close second in an incredibly fitting gold dress. Her blond hair framed her face perfectly and, with the casino lights in the room, it almost looked golden.

“Hope I’m not included in that.” He chuckled, watching as her eyes flickered between each of the men around the table before landing on him.

“I said some.” The woman said with a soft laugh, showing off her pearly white teeth. “I noticed you when you walked in. You came alone, and with no wedding ring print on your finger- you must be a good one.”

“You’re observant, miss-?” Harrison trailed off, waiting for her to introduce herself.

“My name is Pussy Galore.” She replied, and Harrison could’ve sworn he saw you hold back a snicker across the table.

“I must be dreaming.” He smirked.

“And you, handsome?” She asked, a hand trailing along the buttons of his white shirt. His eyes flickered over to you, seeing you and Sciarra move to a reserved table for drinks; you were close to getting him alone, and that meant you’d need Harrison’s help soon. You discreetly removed the mic from your ear, not wanting to hear Harrison talk to the other woman any longer.

“The name’s Osterfield. Harrison Osterfield.”

He continued to flirt with the gorgeous woman as the casino bustled on around them. Miss Galore, as he respectfully mentally referred to her, spoke up after a few minutes, “Excuse me while I go freshen up.”

Before he could say anything else to her, she left. His eyes wandered back over to you and he noticed how close Sciarra was to your side as the dealer talked to his henchman across the table, but you weren’t flirting; no, Harrison could see the familiar fear in your eyes, the fear of a gun being held against your skin.

Out of instinct, he reached for his gun in his suit jacket. His fingers came in contact with the cool metal, and he watched as you quickly slammed your heel into Sciarra’s foot, just as you had done to Harrison in the parking lot, and kicked up the table, smacking his henchman in the face with the hardwood. Harrison drew his gun as you snatched Sciarra’s. The two of you ducked for cover behind a couple of turned tables from his henchmen’s bullets. The crowd at the casino screamed, everyone running in their expensive suits and designer dresses out of the casino.

“We can’t let Sciarra get away.” You told Harrison.

“Yeah, working on it.” He replied, getting up from his spot to fight one of the other men since he was now out of bullets. But the other man was ridiculously built, definitely used for the muscle, and he easily flipped Harrison onto a table, shattering the wood as he groaned. Picking up a couple large pieces of wood, he did his best to fight the bigger man, even stabbing him the leg to gain a little leverage.

Meanwhile, you ripped off your shoes, activating the knife part of the stiletto. Expertly, you threw one at Sciarra as he tried to escape, pinning his arm to the wall with the knife caught on his suit sleeve. You threw your other stiletto at the bigger man fighting Harrison, the knife landing mere inches from your partner’s face and in the opponent’s heart.

“Thanks for the head’s up.” Harrison stated in disbelief that you had gotten that close to hitting him with a knife.

“I just saved you from ruining another table. Are you happy?” You questioned, shooting another guard down with the golden gun you stole from Sciarra.

Harrison dove into fighting with another henchman, and you watched as a couple of men led Sciarra from the scene. Before you could step out from behind your table, someone came up behind you, grabbing your hands in his, effectively making you drop your gun. You cursed your barefootedness, unable to get a good grip to fight the taller man. As you attempted to kick his legs, he swiftly grabbed your throat, and a bullet went whizzing by your head, hitting him dead in the eye. You looked over at Harrison while he went running for the casino door.

“You can give me shit for almost shooting you later. He’s getting away.” Harrison urged you. You abandoned your gun and chased after him, just mere steps behind him.

“No, no-“ You started to shout as Harrison jumped into the driver’s seat of the Aston Martin.

“C’mon, love, no time to argue.” He said, but he was grinning like a little kid. You groaned in frustration, getting into the passenger’s seat and the car took off, speeding after Sciarra’s car. Harrison kept his eyes trained on the black Jaguar while you dug through the glove compartment. You smiled, finding an extra mag in there.

“How are you going to shoot bullets without a gun? And why is that mag so small?” Harrison asked. You laughed, slipping a hand under the slit in your dress to your inner thigh and pulling out a small gun from your hidden thigh holster that fit the mag perfectly. It wasn’t the ideal place for you to hide it, but the dress was so revealing, you really had no other choice. His eyes went wide, and the car swerved a bit.

“What? Did you think I didn’t have a gun on me?” You quirked an eyebrow at him, loading the gun and cocking it proudly. You didn’t want to hide your gun there, but seeing Harrison momentarily flustered by it was definitely a plus.

“Have I ever told you I’ll do anything for a girl in a gun?” He smirked, recovering smoothly, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Well you’re pretty awful at following my orders, so I don’t believe you.” You replied, rolling down the window, “Keep her steady.”

“That’s the plan.” Harrison replied, keeping his focus on the car as you shot at Sciarra’s Jaguar. You would’ve hit the tire, but Harrison swerved the car and Sciarra’s men started to fire back at you two.

Cursing, you sat back in the car, rolling up the bulletproof window. You pressed a couple buttons on the center console, accessing the DB10’s machine gun controls. As Harrison attempted to dodge the oncoming cars and maneuver a way closer to the Jaguar, you aimed for the tires.

“You’re an awful driver.” You stated, missing a couple shots from Harrison’s unsteady.

“I’d like to see you do better.” He chuckled, taking a sharp turn to follow the black car ahead. Finally on a straight, you took the shot, clipping the Jaguar’s tire and sending the car flipping. Harrison haphazardly pulled the DB10 to a stop beside the wrecked car. You kept your gun at the ready as he went to drag Sciarra out of the wreck. One of the surviving henchmen shot at you and, instinctively, you fired back while Harrison tugged the weak Sciarra from the car.

“Where’s Goldfinger?” Harrison questioned, holding up the dealer by his blood-spattered collar. You took the opportunity to look in the car quickly. Spotting a gold flash drive on the floor, you snatched it up and returned to your partner’s side.

“I don’t know!” Sciarra shouted, seething in anger.

“Osterfield, not here.” You said. He looked at you, his blue eyes instantly catching your warning look. The sirens in the distance told you cops were approaching and having Sciarra so vulnerable and out in the open like this would definitely entice the sniper, whoever she was.

“How do we get to Goldfinger? This?” Harrison lifted up Sciarra’s hand to draw attention to the flashy silver ring on his finger. You held your gun steady as your partner walked, more so dragged, Sciarra back to your car.

“I don’t know him. He just pays me in bullions whenever I ship him weapons. I’ve never met the guy!” Sciarra attempted to defend himself as you opened the car door. “He’s only trying to kill me because-“

A loud gunshot went off and Sciarra fell limp in Harrison’s hand, blood spattering as the sniper shot him in the head. You and Harrison quickly moved to get in the car.

“Fucking snipers.” Harrison grumbled, throwing open the driver door and hopping inside. You were just a moment too slow, the sniper clipping your left arm as you got into the car. You applied pressure to your arm, trying to remain calm until you got back to the hotel room, where you knew you had the supplies to dig out the bullet. It wasn’t the first time you’d been shot before, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

“Did you get shot?” Harrison almost sounded worried as he raced the DB10 down the street, trying to create an untraceable path back to the hotel.

“No, my left arm is just cold.” You sarcastically said. “Yes, I got shot.”

“You can’t walk through a hotel with a bullet hole.”

“I know, genius.” You rolled your eyes, and he pulled up to the hotel. It was nice that Q had made the car bulletproof or else there would be plenty of evidence of the car chase you both were just a part of. Before the valet could come out to retrieve the car, Harrison shook off his suit jacket and draped it around your shoulders.

“Thank you.” You said quietly, and the two of you got out of the car. You kept your hand underneath the jacket and over your wound, and Harrison wrapped an arm around your shoulder, acting like he was just being a good guy helping out the cold girl.

Silently, you two made your way to the elevator, taking it up to your floor. Harrison held the hotel room door open for you, and you immediately went to the medical bag, fumbling through it to find the right supplies.

“Let me help.” He said, stepping beside you and helping you get out what Q so kindly named “the bullet hole kit” complete with the proper supplies for disinfecting and stitching. You sat on the bathroom counter as Harrison quietly worked on your arm.

“Ow!” You shouted, tensing while he tried to get the bullet out. “That hurts!”

“Stop moving, and it’ll hurt less.” He replied as if it was obvious. “Have you never been shot before?”

“Once. In the hip, but it was four years ago.” The room fell quiet as you waited for him to respond.

“I’ve never.” Harrison’s voice was just barely above a whisper. You inhaled a sharp breath as he finally removed the bullet. “What happened with yours?”

“I missed a

shot.” You said, and Harrison stepped back to look at you fully. His eyes filled with an unreadable emotion for you, perhaps pity that the best agent had missed.

“Well, did you shoot the bastard back?” He asked, bringing out the wipes to clean the bullet-free wound.

“Yeah.” And there was the silence again. You knew he wanted to ask what happened, why you had missed the shot, but the question never came.

That comfortable silence, save for a few grunts of pain on your part, lasted until after Harrison had stitched up your arm. His fingers gently traced over the pained area, “There.”

It wasn’t until he raised his head, his eyes reaching yours, that you realized just how intimately close you two were. Your lips parted as you tried to steady your breathing, feeling his hand fall to yours. His fingers lightly tapping against your own. You cleared your throat, leaning back away from him, “I should get some rest.”

“Right.” Harrison stepped back away from you and turned to clean up the rest of the medical supplies. You got off the counter and left to grab a change of clothes from your suitcase.

“Bathroom’s free.” He announced, exiting the en suite bathroom with the medical bag. You quietly excused yourself to go get changed out of your fashionable red dress.

As you looked at your arm in the mirror, you let out a small sigh. That was definitely going to scar, but maybe it’d add to the seductress mystery.

~~~

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herstarburststories · 5 years ago

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BATBOYS MASTERLIST

Headcanons;

◈ Happy Women’s Day!

◈ you could be happy.

◈ Spending Christmas with the batboys + Bruce

Dick Grayson;

❈ 80′s Photos

❈ Quarantine Boredoom (smut)

❈ Catastrophic Night

❈ Paint it red

❈ The F Word

❈ Plus One

Headcanons;

◈ Living Next to Dick Grayson

◈ Patching up Dick Grayson

Jason Todd;

❈ the night hurt us.

❈ Swallow (TRANS!MALE READER)

Headcanons;

◈ Being Tony Stark’s daughter and dating Jason Todd (MARVEL X DC CROSSOVER)

◈ Being Jason's short girlfriend and loving hockey

◈ Being Jason's girlfriend by day and a vigilant by night, but he doesn't know because your personality is not the same

◈ Being Jason's shy girlfriend that owes a bakery

Tim Drake;

❈ First Kiss

Damian Wayne;

Headcanons;

❈ Bruce learning about Damian's S/O

❈ Milestones

Incorrect Batfam Quotes:

#001

#002

#003 (reader insert)

#004

#005

#006

#007 (reader insert)

#008

#009

#010

#011

Ships:

Headcanons;

۞ Pregnancy (Dick Grayson x Koriand'r)

۞ Married (Dick Grayson x Koriand'r)

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sanctuary - part 8

summary: Subject 001. That’s what you’ve been called your whole life. You’ve known nothing but pain, violence, and isolation. You were their greatest secret weapon, but when your final mission is to ensure the end of the universe, you escape to Hawkins, Indiana to team up with Eleven and to put an end to all this chaos, once and for all - you just never expected to fall in love with the resident bad boy along the way.

rating: m

pairing: billy hargrove x reader

warning: graphic violence, slurs, abuse, curse words.

A/N: drama! angst! violence! billy being a dick! remember if you’re not tagged it’s because i can’t tag you! enjoy!

001. prologue 002. firestarter 003. spitfire 004. friend 005. sister 006. plans 007. feelings

--- 008. found

Earlier that day …

“Byers residence, Joyce speaking”

“Hey it’s me”

Joyce smiles at the sound of Hopper’s voice. She leans up against her kitchen wall, twirling the phone cable around her finger. “Hop! Everything okay? I wasn’t expecting to hear from you this early”

Hopper brushes a hand over his face, he’s exhausted. They’ve spent the last hour packing everything up, cutting their anticipated camping trip short. He wasn’t expecting to leave so soon, but Eleven has been unusually quiet, traumatized by the dream she had. She begged Hopper to take her back home, she didn’t feel safe in the forest and all she wanted to do was to be in her bedroom, somewhere familiar, safe. Mike had been attached by her side the entire time since waking up - making sure that she wasn’t alone.

They were currently stopped at a rest area, Hopper enclosed himself in a payphone booth while Steve watched the kids take bathroom breaks.

“Yeah, we’re all fine, El just … is there anything weird going on in Hawkins?” he questions.

Joyce frowns, her eyes then catch the magnets that keep falling off of her fridge, she groans loudly, “Other than my magnets not working, and other than Starcourt Mall running more businesses out, everything is perfectly normal, why? Is everything okay?”

Hopper leans his head against the glass, closing his eyes for a second, “Yeah, El is just not feeling well, she thinks something bad is going on. I just think she’s homesick or something”

“Well how long until you guys arrive at Hawkins?”

Hopper checks his watch, it’s 1 PM on a Saturday, they still had ways away. “We still got hours to go, we might just end up crashing at a motel for the night”

Joyce nods, “Well, just give me a call if something comes up okay? Say hello to Will for me”

“Will do, bye Joyce”

“Bye Hop”

---

Billy Hargrove wasn’t one to easily scare.

The years of abuse that was railed on him hardened him into a stoic, cold man. Showing emotions was a sign of weakness, that mantra was drilled in his head for as long as he can remember. Any time he would even think about showing an ounce of emotion, he would swallow it down, shoving it into the recesses of his mind.

But when he saw you, drunk out of your mind, bleeding out of your nose and on the verge of passing out - it scared him.

Watching you fall off the bed was as if his life was suddenly thrown into slow motion. First your knees buckled under your weight, then your body swung to the side, followed by your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your perfectly curled lashes fluttering shut. He wasn’t sure how he found himself running to catch you, but his legs worked faster than his mind. He was prepared to catch you, his legs planted on the floor, arms outstretched, ready to support your limp body.

You felt light in his arms, like dead weight. His heart was pounding furiously, his brow was thick with sweat. The chaos of the moment sobered him up and all that mattered at the moment was to make sure that you weren’t hurt because he knows you’ve been through so much and this was the last thing you needed at the moment.

He cradled you in his arms, adjusting your body so that you fit snug in his arms. He carefully placed his ear towards your mouth, he hears shallow gasps come from your mouth. You’re alive - he lets out a sigh of relief.

“She’s okay … she’s just passed out” he tells Nancy and Jonathan as they stood by the door, their facial expressions have panic written all over them. They just want this night to be over at this point.

Billy’s gaze doesn’t leave your face. His hand suddenly finds itself pushing a strand of your hair behind your hair. Your face has mascara streaks coming down the apples of your blushed cheeks, black stains trailing down. The blood has stopped flowing out of your nose, but it’s dried, cracked on your skin.

He turns to face Nancy and Jonathan, walking towards them as he adjusts your head, resting comfortably on his bicep, your legs dangling. He steps out the broken door, walking over the debris and over Tommy H. who’s been whining in pain this whole time.

“What the fuck?! Who’s going to pay for all of this?!” Stacy bellows at the crowd forming by the door. Her parents bedroom door has been ruined, along with her hallway. Billy steps around her, making sure that your legs or head doesn’t hit a wall, ignoring her cries.

“Why don’t you ask your rapist friend to pay for it” Jonathan sneers at her, following closely behind Billy.

The trio make their way outside where the party is still going on - unbeknownst to those that are hanging outside.

“I’m taking her home” Billy announces as the three of you reach his camaro. He gently places you on your feet, resting your body on his camaro as he quickly fumbles through his pockets for his keys.

“No way is she riding home with you Hargrove, you’ve caused enough damage to her” Nancy spits at him. She knows none of this would have happened if he wasn’t such a jerk to her. She knows it, he knows it, and the words sting Billy, much more than he would like.

He ignores Nancy as he opens the passenger car door, picking you back up and placing you in the seat.

“Billy, stop! Put her in my car!” Nancy barks at him. He slams the passenger car shut, and twists his body to face Nancy. His anger is quickly reaching a boiling point and the last thing he wants to do right now is explode on Nancy.

“Wheeler,” he speaks through clenched teeth, “I know I fucked up, let me just … fucking take her home okay?” he runs his hand through his wild curls. Nancy leers at him, her eyes narrowed at the flustered blond. She doesn’t trust him, she’s never trusted him. She feels Jonathan tug at her shoulder, he’s much more empathetic than she is.

“Nancy, it’s late, just let him take her home. We’ll meet him there, right Billy?” Jonathan looks up at Billy, who in return gives him a quick nod. Nancy huffs, she hates losing, but Jonathan makes a point.

“I swear to fucking god if you’re not there … “ she begins, her fists balled up at her side.

Billy rolls his eyes as he walks over to the driver side, opening the car door and settling himself in. He rolls down his window as he reaches for a cigarette in his center console, placing the stick in his mouth. The camaro comes alive with the twist of his key and he quickly peels out of the neighborhood, leaving Jonathan and Nancy behind.

The drive to Nancy’s house isn’t long, but it’s quiet. He doesn’t turn on the radio for yours and his sake. He reaches in his pocket for his zippo lighter as he balances the cigarette stick in between his lips. He flips it open, and swipes his thumb over it,

Click, click, click

It doesn’t turn on.

“Motherfucker … “ he mutters to himself. His attention is suddenly swept away when he hears a soft snap, he looks over at you and swallows thickly.

Your arm is weakly outstretched, the dimmest flame appears from your fingers, almost barely lit. Your eyes are barely open, but even at your weakest you always still wish to help. Billy slows down his driving, his attention fully focused on you.

“Hey, hey, put it out, don’t use your energy” he softly speaks to you, gently grabbing your hand and putting it back on your lap. You give out the weakest chuckle, “Concerned about me now are you?”

He grunts, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, placing the cigarette out of his mouth and into his shirt pocket. He doesn’t say anything as he starts to focus his attention back on the road, the camaro speeding up. Your eyes flutter shut, you can barely keep them open. You mentally tell yourself not to ever drink alcohol again because your head feels like it’s been slammed on the ground - multiple times.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” he asks, glancing over at you.

You sluggishly shrug, sitting upright now as you adjust yourself, “You being a dick to me, and seeing a girl suck on your neck like some sort of animal”

Billy’s nostril’s flare, his hand grips the steering wheel tight; knuckles turning white. He’s not quite sure how to answer you because he knows he fucked up, his ego is just too big to admit it, and way too big to admit that he cares for you. But he decides to bite the bullet. He slows the car down, pulling off to the side until it reaches a complete stop. You don’t react as you watch him pull the car into park, but he’s still unable to face you.

There’s an awkward silence between the two of you. You decide not to say anything because well, frankly, it isn’t your job to say anything. Billy was the one who hurt your feelings, not the other way around. He lets out a huff, twisting his body to face you, he rubs his large hand over his face,

“I fucked up. I’m sorry, okay?”

You don’t answer him, crossing your arms and looking out into the distance.

“One … “ he calls you by your name, your old name.

“That’s not my name” you snap, your fingers suddenly find themselves scratching at your tattoo, “That’s my old name. My name is Y/N”

Billy’s forehead puckers, his eyebrows furrowed together, “What?”

“I said my name is Y/N. I didn’t like my old name … reminds me of where I came from.” you shift in your seat, bringing your arms close to your chest as you avoid eye contact with him.

Billy sighs, rolling his eyes, “Look Y/N, I said I’m sorry alright?”

“Why are you here? Why are you taking me home?” you suddenly snap at him, shifting your body so that you’re now fully facing him. “You left me yesterday night with no answer, and tonight you were a huge asshole for reasons that my mind cannot understand. You make me feel these stupid butterflies whenever you’re around a - and I don’t understand why because one second you’re nice and the next you’re not, I - I don’t know if it’s just a guy thing because I’ve never been around guys like you before but it sucks! I hate it! I’m so confused with all these feelings you’re making me feel, but you’ve really hurt my heart tonight and I don’t think I can take being your friend if you’re going to keep doing this to me”

The only sounds in the car are your heavy breathing. Your head is pounding, swirling. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe you were just tired of his antics, you’re not quite sure. Billy is stunned, quiet. It’s only been about 24 hours since he’s met you but you’ve thrown his life in a whirl. He’s never one to care for anyone, let alone a girl who he’s just met. But you’ve attached yourself deep inside his heart for whatever reason.

Maybe it’s because you’re just as broken as he is.

Or maybe it’s because you’ve finally given yourself the power to right your wrongs - something Billy couldn’t face himself because he knows he’s hurt people; he’s hurt Max, he’s hurt Lucas, he’s hurt Steve and countless others. You’re here, trying to save everyone from this evil entity while he’s just counting the seconds till he’s back in California. He’s a selfish, weak man, and you’re a selfless, determined woman. You are everything he wishes he could be in a person. He has become so accustomed of cold, fleeting touches that when you came in with your warm hands and comforted him at the diner, he was left stunned, touched. He was left craving more and it fucking terrified him.

And it really didn’t help that he was also attracted to you.

Realizing all of this in his head, Billy doesn’t say a word as he starts up his car again, refusing to face you. Refusing to face the truth.

You stare at him with a scowl on your face, angry that he didn’t give you an answer. “Just drop me off at Nancy’s I don’t wanna see you again” you mutter, clenching your jaw.

Billy suddenly hits the brakes hard, flinging your body forward. You glare at him, “What the fuck!”

“You! This is all your fault!” he screams at you, he’s unhinged, angry.

Your eyes widen, an incredulous expression takes over your face, “My fault?! I’m here so that you won’t die!”

“My life was perfectly fucking fine before you came in, and you - you show up and you think you can make me care for you? You think we’re friends? You think you can touch my hand and pretend that you care for me?”

“I do care for you dumbass!”

��Well don’t! I don’t need your pity!”

“FINE!”

The tension between the two of you was thick. You could see the veins in his forehead pulsate as he leered angrily at you. You returned the look back, your chest heaving wildly as you felt tears prick your eyes. You quickly wiped them away, refusing to let him see you cry. Your bottom lip quivered as you hugged yourself, lowering your head so that he wouldn’t see your face.

He finally pulled into Nancy’s neighborhood. His car rolled into a stop and you quickly jumped out, slamming his door shut and not looking back at him. You made quick strides towards the back of Nancy’s house as you heard his car quickly speed away.

He watched as your figure disappeared into the darkness, he was clenching his jaw so hard he swore for a second that he was going to crush his teeth. He put the car back into drive and sped off, not even giving you a second glance.

Driving down the road, he twists the knob on his car, blasting music to distract him of the emotions that are currently toying with his head and heart.

After all that we’ve been through, I will make it up to you, I’m sorry

He huffs angrily, he twists the knob again, hoping to hear a different song.

Take me back in time, maybe I can forget, Turn a different corner and we never would have met, would you care? I don’t understand it, for you it’s a breeze Little by little, you’ve brought me to my knees

He punches the knob, turning the radio off. The last thing he needed to hear was a Wham! song, especially one about heartbreak. He grabs the cigarette out of his pocket and shoves it into his mouth. He takes the zippo lighter from the center console and flips it open, flicking it with his thumb but as luck would have it, it doesn’t turn on.

This sets him over the edge. He’d been bottling up his emotions all night and the alcohol in his system didn’t help. He angrily chucks the lighter on the ground, not caring where it lands in his car. He squeezes his eyes shut for a second and he feels hot tears prick his bloodshot eyes.

Don’t cry, don’t be a bitch, he tells himself.

He carefully pulls his car over to the side of the road. He inhales deeply, letting his head rest on the steering wheel while he recomposed himself.

You hurt my heart

She defended you!

I do care for you dumbass!

The words swirl around in his head like a song stuck on repeat. His heart is pounding furiously, and he feels lightheaded. There could have been much better ways for him to handle this situation, but Billy does what Billy does best, and that’s push people away because he knows it’s better than dealing with heartbreak or the stupid emotions that come with it. He’s only truly ever cared for one woman in his life, and she left him with a monster.

Never again would he go through that pain, even if it meant completely shutting you out.

He grits his teeth and pulls his head up, staring into the dark distance of the road. He starts the car back up and drives away into the night.

---

“Stupid Billy” you mutter to yourself, sitting on the cold pavement of Nancy’s backyard as you waited for her and Jonathan to arrive. The back door was locked and Nancy had the key, you didn’t mind waiting outside as the cool air helped sober you up. Still your head felt like it had been punched, and the feeling of nausea was starting to hit your stomach. You pulled your knees up to your chest, hugging your legs. You rested your head on knees as you stared out into the darkness.

Nancy’s backyard wasn’t fully gated, it lead out to a dark forest that one would probably find themselves getting lost in.

You sigh heavily, waiting for any sign of Nancy and Jonathan to arrive. You start to fiddle with the tip of the boots that Nancy let you borrow, scratching off the scuff. It was then you hear a sudden rustle in the trees. You perked up, eyes narrowing towards the darkness. You knew it couldn’t be Nancy or Jonathan, you didn’t hear their car pull in, but your adrenaline starts to surge a little.

You carefully stand up, you walk towards the trees, quietly, carefully.

“Is anyone there?” you ask.

You suddenly hear an all too familiar noise come from the trees. A noise that wrought you with nightmares, a noise that you wished you never had the pleasure of hearing again, but it’s here and that’s when the reality of the situation settles in your head.

Brenner is here, he’s found you.

The blood drains from your face as the demogorgon slowly appears from the trees, creeping its way towards you.

“Hey! Y/N, you back there?”

“STOP, DON’T MOVE!”

You quickly glance behind you and see Nancy and Jonathan walking towards your way. But they do as you tell them, and when they realize why you’ve told them not to move, they instantly pale. Nancy grabs onto Jonathan, her breath hitches as he pulls her behind him.

“Don’t move, don’t make a sound” you instruct them.

The demogorgon screeches at you, opening its mouth as it prepares to attack you.

You crack your neck, preparing yourself for it to lunge at you. But you have a plan, you’re more than ready to kill this thing.

“You’ve fucked with me for the last time you piece of shit” you seethe at it. It roars at you as it charges towards you, but stand your ground, watching as it comes running at you.

You give it a smirk as you flick your head towards it, and the demogorgon instantly catches on fire. It screeches in pain as it’s brought down to it’s knees, the flames consuming it’s flesh. You stomp your way over to it and you grab it’s large neck. With the twist of your hands, you snap it’s neck in half, instantly stopping the screeches from his monstrous mouth. You let go of it’s body as the flames continue to burn through it, a soft thud as it lands in the grass.

Nancy and Jonathan watch in horror as the flames devour the demogorgon’s body.

You brush away the fresh blood from your nose, you usually wouldn’t bleed at such a simple task but your body is exhausted, still reeling from your argument with Billy, and you’re pretty sure there is alcohol still lingering inside of you.

“What the fuck” Nancy chokes out, still holding onto Jonathan for dear life.

You glance up at the pair, swallowing thickly as you prepare to tell them the bad news,

“Brenner is here, he knows I’m here. His plan has been set into motion”

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