#And it totally wasn’t written while I listened to only hozier

[tsunauticus]

“It was a seven.” “Huh?” “The roll. It was a seven. The demogorgon… it got me.” Mike felt an uncontrollable flash of worry as the younger Will threw one leg over his bike seat. “Well, see you later.” Mike watched as young-Will started down the driveway. It was like he was watching it in slow motion. Mike didn’t remember Will looking so small, his eyes being so wide and unworried. He had played this moment over in his head dozens of times to remember what Will was wearing, to imagine how he could have done things differently, how he wanted to burn the memory into his mind out of fear it was the last time he would see his best friend. Now, he stood feet away from his younger self, with shorter, more well-kept hair and a rounder, softer face watching Will pedal down the street all over again.

Or

Mike and Will go into the Upside Down, Mike worries his younger self won’t recognize him (and has a subsequent existential crisis) and realizes that looking at Will makes him feel warm and fuzzy (though he can’t quite find the right word to describe what that means).

[nandolonso]

DINNER & DIATRIBES (John Wick x Reader)

Summary: You were part of the High Table. You could say that you enjoyed it, but that would be a lie. A big lie. Your life was not easy thanks to your father. However, when a stranger shows up suddenly everything starts to change.

Word count: almost 6K.

Inspired by: Hozier's song.

Author's note: I really wanted to write something happy and just smutty. I really tried but here I am. Yet with a depressed, dark, and passionate fanfiction. Sorry for this. Pls, forgive me. Also, this fic went downhill pretty quickly lol.  

Author’s note 2: this is my first ever posted smut. (I’ve written several before, but this is my first time posting it so be gentle, lol.) Please keep in mind that English is not my native language so I’m really sorry for any kind of mistakes. I would be glad if I could read your suggestions or comments about my story! Thank you in advance! <3

Warnings: enemies to lovers?, porn without a plot?, abuse (not detailed, just mentioned), shy, suppressed reader, soft dom!John, dirty smut. Please go away if your underage, I mean it.

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"I knew it from the first look of

The look of mischief in your eyes"

You hated these kinds of evenings. You hated the High Table with your full heart, even though your father was one of them. You wanted nothing more but to destroy them but that would be slightly impossible. All you could do now is to clench your teeth, fake a smile, chatter and laugh at everyone’s silly jokes.

Gosh. You hated these people.

These kinds of evenings went on and on until a new guy came to the circle. It was John Wick. You heard stories and legends about him, but it did not attract you at all. However, when you saw him your breath was taken away. He looked so elegant and the fact that he swayed in the crowd without giving any attention to everyone, even though basically every single person was looking at his direction, made him even more attractive.

You took a glass of champagne from a waiter near you and turned away as you took a sip. Gosh, this was the last thing you needed. But another person did not matter anymore. As a daughter of a criminal, your job was to entertain the guests. Basically, at all cost. If you did not obey, or just your father sensed that you want to resist, he punished you. And let's just say, a slap was one of the least bad punishments.

As you turned back, you took another glass of champagne from the waiter and you started to walk towards John. He looked at you shortly.

"Mr. Wick..." you started but he passed by, without looking at you.

"Don't." was all he said while he continued to walk towards your dad.

You sighed. What an asshole, just like everyone else in here. – At least, this was your first impression of him.

 When you arrived home, you were afraid that you managed to screw up the evening for your father, but he was in a particularly good mood.

"Y/N.," he said before you could go to your room. You froze on your spot, afraid to turn around, dreading what will wait for you. But you did. You had to. You always did.

"Yes, father?" you tried to ask nicely, even forcing a smile on you.

"We were great tonight," he started, tilting his head a little bit to the side as if he saw the evening happening all over him again. "I managed to make a deal with John Wick." he continued and by saying only his name your heart started to beat faster. You could feel it pumping against your ribcage.

"That's amazing," you started. "I'm really happy for you." at this point, you were great at lying. He could not even sense it.

"Thank you, dear," he said, taking a step closer to you. At that exact moment, you stepped back, your backside pushed against the door of your room. It was an involuntary movement but fortunately, he did not notice. He did not notice how much you were disgusted by him and how much you despised him. He only cared about himself. "John Wick will come over tomorrow, so we're throwing a big dinner. Just the three of us." he smiled, you could say that it was sincere, but nothing could convince you at this point.

"All right, I'll do my best," you answered and quickly slipped to your room, where you immediately locked it so he could not follow you. Luckily, he did not. You really hoped that he won't do anything bad to you. You always hoped that he would change, change for you but that never happened. You slid down to the floor, trying to suppress the crying and sobbing which bubbled from your throat.

You wanted to end this. You wanted to end your suffering.

*

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Well, the last evening’s crying did not do you any justice. But you could camouflage that with makeup, as well as camouflaging some bruises, which you always did. You tried to brighten up your eyes using a concealer, making a subtle eye look, perfecting it with mascara and using red lipstick. Your favorite. It gave you the femme fatale look, even though you felt the opposite. Fake it, till you make it. Right?

When you went to the dining room, John was already there. He looked at you, kind of surprised to see you there. You looked away from him, but you could feel his gaze lingering on you as you took your seat. His hand covered his mouth, his fingers slowly caressing his stubble as he looked back to your father across the table.

"Ahh John, this is my daughter, Y/N.," your father said, gesticulating towards you. He pretended that he just realized that you were there, but you knew you messed up. You were late, but making your makeup actually took longer than you anticipated. You looked back at John. He was breathtaking up close, but you tried to suppress those emotions which were building up inside of you. You hated his allies and you wanted to hate them. John Wick could not be an exception.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Wick" the sentence rolled out of your tongue without an effort.

"Likewise," he said curtly. Well, he wasn't a man of words.

The rest of the night went by quite seamlessly. They talked about work, but you did not pay any attention. You were just eating and drinking vine. More than you were supposed to. You did not want to say anything bad and you hoped you wouldn't, but you just couldn't resist the warm and relaxing embrace of the liquid. Your father went out to arrange the desserts as well as bringing another substance into the room to drink with John.

After a few minutes of silence and staring, John started.

"So..."

"Don't." you interrupted him. You could swear that you saw his eyes lit up, but this emotion disappeared quickly. He was great at keeping a poker face, it was impossible to read off anything of him. You could learn a lot of things from him.

"Okay, then." was all he answered intertwining his hands, smirking, waiting for your father to come back. You took another sip of the vine, trying to suppress a smile. An indescribable emotion filled your chest. Maybe, it was time to finally resist. To do something different than before. And maybe this time you could win.

*

Dinners and dinners went by in the following few weeks and months. You saw John quiet frequently, but nothing really happened besides looking "angrily" at each other. The two of you did not even talk. However, actions speak louder than words. At least, as they say.

Your father's voice broke your trance that you were in. He was looking at you, fury already building up inside of him. You were supposed to answer something.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't listening," you said honestly, but you could see your father's fist grabbing at the cutlery harder than before. John could sense it too, even though he did not show it.

"So, Y/N..." he started again. "What do you think about my latest investment?" he asked dearly.

"Why do you care about my opinion now?" you did not even realize what you said after you uttered it. Your father punched the table, the glasses ringing against each other causing a sour melody.

"John, forgive us for a moment." your father said, looking at you. You did not have any choice, you stood up and followed your father outside of the room. When the two of you were a little bit away, suddenly, he slapped you. It took a few seconds to realize the burning sensation on your cheeks.

"Get the hell out of here, I don't want to see you," he said, pointing towards you, holding himself back to sound professional even if John was listening.

"I feel the same about you" it was hard to quiet your voice as you became really angry. You did not even care about his opinion any more or making favors for him. And you did not even know where this bravery was coming from.

You shrugged as he was about to hit you again.

"Y/F/N" John raised his voice, making your father stop his movements. When you looked at John, he was furious. He was totally different from your earlier conversation at the table. This look was more like the Baba Yaga they used to praise. You sent a grateful look towards him. You could swear his shoulders loosened up as he was looking at you. A silent agreement went between the two of you.

"I think it's time to go," John said ambiguously, and the attitude of your father changed immediately.

"Oh no, John…" he said, rushing towards him. "We're just getting started." John looked at you one more time, some expression on his face which you could not read. He turned towards your father, grabbing him by his shoulders.

"Okay, let's talk," John said with his dangerously low voice. You took this time to slip to your room, packing everything you could into a bag. This was your chance to get away.

A few hours later you heard a knock on your door. It was low and quiet, but you still heard it. And it was different from your father's knock, so you opened the door. John was standing there, his tame hair framing his face. He was much calmer than before. He was holding a black bag, which he gave to you. You looked him with questioning eyes, but you took it nonetheless. When you opened it, you could see a lot of money in it.

"I cannot take it." you wanted to give it back, but he lightly grabbed your wrist. His touch was firm but soft. So much different which you used to experience before.

"It's yours." he said softly. "Your father gave it to you so graciously." he almost spat out the last words which started to frighten you. "You are free to go." But with this sentence, you knew that John Wick could never hurt you. He would never do those things to you which your father did. And actually, this was the most liberating thing anyone could say to you. Sudden tears started to blurry your vision, without thinking twice you hugged him. It was quick and kind of awkward, as you were not use to human touch and you could see that he wasn't used to it either.  Maybe, it was time to change this. For both of you.

You let him go, so you could grab your stuff from your bed.

"Let's get out of here."

* 1 YEAR LATER *

A lot can change in one year. You could never forget John Wick's name. And not because of those frightful legends, but because he was your hero. Not many people can actually say this about John Wick.

With the money he gave you, you could start a new life. So, you did. You moved into a new city, making friends, currently renting an apartment with one of them. You even started working. You could start fresh and clean. And this was something that you were utterly grateful for.

Most of all, you even started taking self-defense lessons. You wanted to protect yourself and you never wanted to feel as weak as you did with your father.

Now, you finally became the femme fatale that you were hoping for.

You were changing to your night shift at the restaurant when your friend walked into.

"Gosh, that man outside… is just daddy." you started to laugh. It always impressed you how straight forward she was with her desires and thoughts.

"What man?" you asked, peeking towards the door to get a look at him. She was standing beside you, pointing towards him. And that is when your world turned upside down again. It was John. You haven't seen him since the incident but wow… he truly looked better than ever. Your friend realized your reaction.

"YOU KNOW HIM." she squealed and that is when you pulled her from the door before anyone could see you.

"Keep your voice down."  you started to whisper. "Yes, I knew him. He is my father's… friend." it was always better to lie than telling the truth about your father and his relationships. And you were sure that John Wick and your father was not even friends anymore, but this was the most you could manage out of yourself after the shock of seeing him for the first time after such a long time.

"Go get his orders," she started. You rolled your eyes, but you went out towards his table anyway. That is when he looked up at you. He was quite shocked, to say the least, but he managed to hide his emotions after a few seconds. Like he always did. He was alone, but you were sure that won't last long.

"Good evening, Mr. Wick," you said cockily. "Welcome to Continental's restaurant. How may I help you?" you questioned him.

He did not hold himself back.

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" he tried to keep his voice down.

"Why?" you looked back at him, scared at his expression. He could read you like an open book, so his body loosened up and he had an apologetical look in his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Y/N" he started. "But this is the criminal's cover place. I thought you knew that." you could not believe what he was saying. So, you supported criminals for the whole time since you got here? You could not believe it…. but now, thinking about it you should have known. This place pays too well to be just an ordinary restaurant. However, before you could react, his partner arrived. And she was… beautiful. You felt sudden jealousy in your stomach, but you tried not to think about it. She started her orders without looking at you and swayed her hands when she was done. You hated people like this, but you got her order anyway and disappeared back to the kitchen.

You tried to avoid their table throughout the whole evening and convinced your friend to deliver their orders. In this way, the night passed quickly, leaving you alone in the restaurant before the cleaning shift has arrived. You were the only one who always stayed for them, as you did not want to leave the restaurant just by on its own. And you actually enjoyed the silence which fell on you. In this hour you could manage your thoughts and relax a little bit.

"Y/N." you heard from behind. You could realize his voice even in your dreams. It was raspy, low and sent shivers down your spine, tingling you from the inside. John Wick. You turned around to see him, now fully standing, covered in a black suit which looked so good on him.

"John?" you asked softly, and he came closer to you.

"What are you doing today?" he smiled. Considering the fact that the sun already appeared, you assumed that he was talking about today's evening.

"Uhmm… working" you answered and he started to chuckle. You were so pure in his eyes, he did not know he would even deserve a date with you. But that is what he was aiming for.  

"When are you free?" he asked again and you looked surprised.

"Why are you asking?" you asked back and he let out a sigh.

"Well, I would like to take you out for a date if you would let me," he said so softly that you weren't sure that these words came from him. He seemed so reserved and introverted, his question came as a shock even though you thought doing things with him… quiet often. Remember the part when I mentioned he was your hero? Well… you always wanted to thank your hero, but you were sure that he wasn't even considering you like a real woman. You thought that he sees a little girl in you who only needs protection. And you wanted to be so much more in his eyes. Maybe you were wrong all this time. "So..?" he asked again, you did not know how to answer. You wanted this more than anything, but your self-doubt was stronger.

"I'm not sure if I'm the right person," you answered honestly, and his expression changed. As if someone punched him in the face. "Not that I don't want you, I mean… I want you, trust me, badly, but…" at this point you started to stutter, saying things you did not want say out loud, but you did anyway. And that was all he needed. He crossed the path between the two of you, crashing his lips against yours as you were the only thing who could save him. Save him, make him feel things he never felt before and giving him a chance that clearly no one even tried to give him. To make him feel different than the famous assassin he was.

You immediately reacted to his touch and this was so much different than a year before. You did not dread from human touch anymore, you actually craved it. You returned the kiss, slowly opening your mouth so his tongue could slip in an explore your taste, as well as his hands started to discover every inch of your body. You started to heat up, feeling like your whole body is on fire, aching your core so much that you were already about to explode. You caressed his cheeks, his stubble scraped your palm a little bit as you deepened the kiss, letting him in more and more. Gosh, it was desperate, but it felt so good. His hands tugged on your uniform, as he was about to rip it off when you heard a noise behind the two of you. You pulled away and you see a man who was looking at you with playfulness in his eyes.

"Winston..." John breathed next to you, and the man started to look at him rather than looking at you.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but John we need you at the conference." His voice was serious.

"I'll be there in a minute," John answered and without a word, Winston disappeared from the room. Your cheeks started to burn, it was kind of humiliating getting caught but John's expression did not change. He was looking at you with lust and passion in his eyes, as his pupil were slightly diluted. His hair was messy, as well his suit which started to look rather wrinkled on him, but he did not seem to care. He was only focusing on you. "I'm sorry but I have to go now." he started, and you understood, even though you wanted him to stay.

"It's okay," you answered and with that, John started to walk away from you, almost leaving the room when you cried after him. "John!"

He turned back immediately.

"Let's meet on Saturday at 8 o'clock in front of your room." he started to smile, leaving him more beautiful than he already was.

"Room 55, on the 7th floor."

*

You were waiting in front of his room. You were nervous, standing from one leg to the other. You wanted to knock a few minutes ago, but you were unable to do it. When you finally raised your hand, the door opened, and you saw John leaning against it.

"Y/N." he greeted you with a mysterious smile on his face.

"John." you sighed and before you could say anything else John grabbed you by your waist and pulled you into his room. The door slammed against your back as he crushed his lips against yours, grabbing at your neck, pushing his whole body to you. It took a few milliseconds to adjust to his speed, but when you did… it was heaven on earth.

Your hand started to explore his body under his suit but above his shirt, feeling the soft material underneath your palm as well as his strong, muscular body. You started to melt at his touch, giving yourself to the feeling, being lost as your tongues rolled against each other. He tasted so good. Being this close to him, feeling his intoxicating perfume made you dizzy. You never wanted this to end, but suddenly he pulled away from you.

"Fuck, Y/N," he cursed. "I'm so sorry, I didn't want to rush anything or being abusive or something like that," he muttered against your lips. "I'm sorry that I was this fast, I lost my mind." he continued and tried to pull further away from you. But you did not let him. Because if you did so, you won't give yourself a second chance. This was your last one and you did not want to regret it for not trying.

"Please, don't stop," you whispered, but he could hear it.

"Are you sure?" he whispered back, his voice was hoarse and it made him even more attractive.

"I'm sure…" you started but he cut you off.

"If you want to stop or something is not right just tell me, okay?" he asked you again, but you started to lose your temper. This never happened to you before, you never craved something this badly.

"Just fucking kiss me and then fuck me, John," you answered and he looked at you with a surprised look. He started to smile and you started to chuckle at his expression. "I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me."

"Don't apologize," he still smiled, brushing a few hair strands out of your face. "I like this side of yours." he chuckled and brushed a soft kiss into your lips. "But, I think we should…" he started but this time you cut him off.

"John…" you said, desperately crushing your lips against his lips. He let you, as he wanted to do what you wished and desired. He lifted you up from to ground, at that exact moment you hooked your legs around his waist, feeling his hardening member at the inner side of your thighs, which was dangerously close to your already wet one. You moaned into his mouth at the sensation and it became even more when the two of you fell into his bed. He was already on top of you, kissing your jaw and neck while one of his hand started to roam towards your waist. He rucked up the dress you were wearing, slowly sliding his fingers to your entrance. When he realized how wet you were, he let out a breath he did not know he was holding. You made him insane and he could not wait to taste you and eat you out.

He couldn't really hold himself at this point, especially after he felt how much you wanted and needed him. He basically ripped your dress off from your body, leaving you in your lace underwear. He drank you with his eyes, adoring everything about your body. Otherwise, you would feel insecure but not with him. He made you feel like a fucking goddess, already worshipping your body and liking how you laid underneath him. He started to brush soft kisses to your stomach, making his way down there were his new favorite place stood. He pushed your lace thong to the side, exposing your wet velvety skin to the air and his breath. He started to lick your clit incredibly slowly as he wanted to flavor every inch of you. He grabbing you by the waist to hold you in place as you started to whimper by his tongue. Eating you out was a low understatement. He devoured your pussy and feasted on it like it was the last thing on Earth. His desire for you was indescribable.

You grabbed the sheets beside you, fisting it to release some pressure which already started to build inside of your deep core. John let out a moan at the sight of you, which resonated through your whole body adding more and more to the unbearable sensations. That is when John started inserted his fingers into you. Your insides started to burn and ace with some desire which was slightly unfamiliar for you. He was so good with his hands and his tongue that it sent you to the edge in no time. He was definite with his fingers, mercilessly pushing his digit into you, while his tongue swirled and curled on your clit to satisfy you. His stubble tickled you a little bit, adding more and more friction when he started to delve his tongue more and deeper. He had one and only one goal: to experience an orgasm which you haven't experienced before. He wanted to give you everything, he wanted to make you feel special.

He parted your lips, even more, you opened your legs as wide open for him as you could. He suddenly slowed down, playing with your wetness as he was watching how his fingers entered you. Slowly, in and out.

"Fuck, John…" you started, tugging on his hair to fasten his movements, but he did not let you control him. He did in his own pace, teasing and torturing you. You grabbed his hair even more, afraid of hurting him but you could not hold yourself back. He did not seem to care, moreover, it made him even more turned on than he already was.

"Cum for me, baby girl," he added as he slowly started to flick his tongue on your flesh, making his movements as careful as possible when he sucked them slightly in, making your body erupt into pleasure. His slow movements sent you over, as well as his slight dirty talking. You started to pulsate around his fingers, crying out his name over and over again.

"Jonathan…" you whispered, as you made your grip slightly loser on his hair. He licked you through your after wave, slightly digging his nose into you to help you ease your sensitive area. "Fuck…" you added, as the shockwaves started to disappear.

Suddenly, you started to shiver as your body started to cool down after your orgasm. John kneeled up between your legs, licking off your juices from his fingers as he was looking straight into your eyes.

By the gaze of his, you started to warm up again. He was so much different than your earlier partners, not if you had many… but Jonathan particularly stood out. Gosh, how could you get this man?

He had a half cocky smirk on his face, looking at you with so much passion and desire.

"What?" you asked shily.

"Nothing, you're just a fucking goddess," he answered, bending down to give you a heated kiss. His words meant so much to you. It felt so good being appreciated like this and feeling worth it. You could feel your wetness on his mouth and tongue, as well on his beard as you cupped the side of his cheeks, but it just made everything much better than it already was. You moaned into his mouth, wanting to taste him everywhere as well.

You slightly pulled away.

"It's my turn," you said out, trying to move but John stopped you in your movements.

"This night is about you, baby girl," he said and he pinned you against the bed as you tried to move again. "Ah-ah," he added, stopping you and holding you in place. You were unable to release from his grip, but at this point, you did not even want to. Your breath caught up in your throat, feeling his hips grinding against your wet area. Gosh, you wanted him so badly and the fact that he held you down made you even more insane. He could see your eyes lighting with something new. "Did you like that?" he teased, holding you in place while he added soft kisses to your collarbone. You started to shiver at his touch, but you were unable to move as he held you strongly.

"Jonathan…" you breathed out again and he started to chuckle, releasing you.

"I love when you say my name," he said, tilting your face towards his, so he could give you a kiss which was different from before. It was still passionate, but soft which could say much more than words. "I can't wait to hear you say it over and over again," he added, unbuttoning his suit which was still on him. You grabbed his shirt, trying to help him so he could be inside of you as fast as possible.

The sight of him unbuckling his belt made your mouth water. As I have mentioned before, he could read you like an open book. He saw how your eyes lit up with excitement. So instead of pushing away the belt, he grabbed your wrist to tie them together with it.

"Is this okay?" he asked you though, before making it tight.

"Sure, yes, please" you muttered, and he started to chuckle again. To be honest, you haven't seen him being this liberated and happy with anyone else before and it made your heart filled with happiness. He was even more beautiful when you heard that low laugh of his.

"If something is wrong, just tell me," he said, freeing himself from his pants as well in the meantime grabbing a condom from the nightstand beside the bed. The way he coated his member with his hands made you even more insane. He grabbed your neck even before you could react to anything. He was so fast, but he gave you a soft kiss while he positioned himself between your legs.

He could not really hold himself back, but the fact that he did not want to hurt you made him slow down his actions. He slowly rubbed his head against your clit, giving a tease what you will get in a few seconds.

He started to push inside of you, but due to his length and thickness, you started to hiss at the sudden pain. He looked at you with true concern in his eyes.

"If it hurts, we can stop," he said, but you did not want him to stop. Because as much as it hurt, it made you fill with pleasure as well.

"No, it's okay," you added, but you were kind of breathless. He just nodded, giving you a soft kiss on the lips while he slowly and carefully tried to move a little bit to the side as well as slowly in and out till you adjusted to his length. He tried not to moan though, you were so tight around him that it already started to twitch his cock with hunger.

"Fuck, Y/N.," he said, also breathlessly while he started to move a little bit faster than before. As you get used to his size, the pain started to disappear, and incredible enjoyment started to fill your body. He buried his head into the crook of your neck as he started to thrust into you, while you hooked your leg around his waist to pull his whole size into you.

"Fuck me, Jonathan," you said and he did not need any more courage. He started to fuck you mercilessly, hitting you all the right places so your walls already started to clench around him. He was feeling everything, he liked the way you took his dick, how your body took his cock deeper and deeper inside of you.

As he started to lose control, he still wanted to be gentle to you because hurting you was the last thing he wanted to do. But he could not stop grabbing your neck, his fingers lingering around your throat hazily as he bumped into you faster than before.

"Johnathan" you cried out as you were overwhelmed with pleasure, your second orgasm already on its way. You felt the similar sensation building up inside of your stomach, your heart racing in your ear. This was too much. Being tied up, him inside of you as well as his hands around your neck…

Before you could realize, John sucked his thumb into his mouth and made its way on your clit to add to your building fire. You started to whimper, but he held you in place.

"Cum for me, baby girl," he said again, and you did. His words were like magic on you. Working perfectly as he was still thrusting into you. However, he was close as well. His movements started to become sloppy and his moans started to become louder. It surprised you how vocal he was, but you really liked it. It showed how much he enjoyed fucking you.

"Fuck…" he said, moaning other curse words and your name as he released his juices and dissolved into pleasure. He suddenly collapsed on you, biting you on the neck as he buried his head inside of it.

You were dizzy, your legs were shaking around his waist, feeling intoxicated just thinking about how much pleasure John gave you. And it was just the beginning of the night. You could not wait to taste him as well, or having another round with him in a different position. You wanted to try everything with him because he made you feel things like you never felt before. And you really hoped you could.

When John collected himself, he interlaced his lips with yours. His eyes shining with love and adoration.

"Next time, you should take me to dinner at least," you said and he looked at you with big eyes.

"How dare you…." he started. "You insisted on, let me quote you, fucking you," he said and this sentence was so much hotter from his mouth.

"Yes, and I really enjoyed that," you added, smiling.

"Me too," he said, brushing a soft kiss against your lips.

The two of you were kissing for a few minutes before he pulled away.

"I would like to take you out for a real date though," he started. "As well as ‘fucking you' countlessly and trying out new things, if you want to," he added with a chuckle.

"Yes, sir, Mr. Wick," you answered. "I would really like that."

"What did you just say?" he asked back, with a dark and sinful tone in his voice.

"Mr. Wick."

"Before that."

"Sir…?" you asked, did not know what he was referring to.

"Fuck, baby girl," he grunted in a very dangerously low voice. "I think we found a new thing," he said before crushing a passionate kiss to you.

[fuckyeahwintershock]

Author Spotlight: Anogete

This week’s spotlight shines on a relative newbie to our little corner of fandom, but she has a record THREE nominations! @dresupi, @fudebusho, and @pieannamay all recommended her which made @anogete a popular choice indeed.

Here’s her thoughts on the ship:

01. What about Wintershock as a pairing appeals to you?  

Where to begin? They’re just lovely together. They play off each other extremely well.  Initially, I viewed Darcy as a tool to bring Bucky out of his shell.  He’s been damaged by his time with HYDRA, and her lightness, irreverence and easy-going way of caring pair well with someone who is suspicious and bottled-up.  She wouldn’t smother him or make him feel obligated to give more than he was able.  While I still think all of that is true, I also believe that Bucky has plenty to give to Darcy.  I think her flippant demeanor hides someone who has insecurities deep down, someone who doesn’t think she’s important enough for someone to be serious with her and only her.  He’d be wonderful at dispelling those insecurities and making her realize she’s worth his undivided attention. There is a weight to his personality after all he’s been through that I think would connect well with her.

02. How did you first encounter the pairing?

I had seen the two Thor movies and and the first Avengers one years ago.  At that time, I had dabbled in reading Loki/OFC fics, but had difficulty finding the quality of writing I wanted to read (though I’m sure there are some out there). I gave up and wandered out of the MCU fandom. Recently, while reading some Kastle (Karen Page/Frank Castle) fic on AO3, I noticed there were quite a few Steve/Darcy fics.  I hadn’t really paid that much attention to either of those characters when watching the three Marvel movies I had seen.  I started reading Shieldshock and found really excellent writing.  At that time, I avoided all Steve/Darcy/Bucky because I didn’t know who the hell Bucky was.  ;-)  I finally ended up reading a fic (which I have since lost and searched high and low for) that involved Steve and Darcy dating and Bucky being Steve’s lonely roommate who has a huge crush on her.  You’re all going to think I’m crazy, but it wasn’t until then that I looked up a picture of Bucky and ended up with a gif of the murder strut and was like, “YES, BITCH, THAT.”  I jumped into Bucky/Darcy immediately.

03. Do you have any specific Wintershock headcanons?

Darcy having a little bit of a thing for bad boys and a history of dating really shitty guys who are terrible for her, which makes Bucky perfect since he’s a good guy who has a little bit of the bad boy edge.  Bucky being touch-deprived and Darcy’s easy-going and touchy personality playing off that need of his. Steve being a total romantic and wanting to set his best friend up with this ballsy woman who kind of intimidates him because he thinks she’d bring out the old Bucky. And that when you put Bucky and Darcy together and add sex, they’d both be super playful and have fun with it.

04. Do you associate any particular songs with Wintershock? If so, which one? 

I have playlists for fics when I write them, and I listen to the songs over and over again while I write.  While I associate those songs with those fics, not all of them fit so well with the pairing general.  If I had to pick, I’d say my favs for the pairing are Under the Influence by Snoh Aalegra, ...goingtohell by Miguel, To Be Alone by Hozier, and Alabama by Night Moves.

05. What Wintershock fic by someone else would you recommend to others to read? What about this fic appeals to you?

I feel like I can’t completely do this question justice because I haven’t read as much Wintershock as many others.  Shortly after finding the pairing, I sequestered myself and starting writing. I avoided reading other people’s take on the pairing at that time.  However, of what I’ve read, I have a preference for sexual tension and smut, so… Captain Bucky by SerialObsessor is fantastic because I love the premise of Bucky filling in for Steve and there being misunderstandings on top of misunderstandings with sexual tension and sweetness all over the place.  Tasers, Soliders, and Captains, oh my! by DriannaHarper has really amazing, realistic dialogue that I can actually hear in my head in the characters’ voices.  A Real Dick Move by meleedamage is hot as all get-out, but also tinged with humor and cuteness. Also, if I can break the rules a little bit, I loved We’ll Never Get Started by becisvolatile, which is WinterShieldShock. The Bucky in that fic has probably had the most influence on how I write him.  Realistic, flawed, and sometimes a little too proud or self-hating to admit that he wants/deserves affection/love.

06. What kind of Wintershock story would you love to read that hasn’t been written yet by you or others?  

I’m constantly amazed at the innovative imaginations of the writers in this fandom, so there isn’t much that I’d want to read that isn’t out there and available.  That being said, I’d love to see more fics that address Bucky’s PTSD and how Darcy helps him overcome it or deal with it. I’d love to see flirty stuff where Darcy’s bravado and BAMF-ery slips in a moment of self-doubt and Bucky swoops in to show her just how awesome she is, preferably without clothing.  Just the usual fun stuff, you know.  ;-)

07. Out of the Wintershock stories you’ve written, which is your favourite, and why?  

I love both my Wintershock fics, but I’m very attached to Better Than Okay because it’s the longest fic I’ve ever written and writing it was emotional for me.  I don’t have personal experience with PTSD or depression or any of the crazy shit Bucky’s been through, but I wanted to write a fic that  honestly addressed them in a realistic way, but was still very much a romance.  I didn’t want to play up the fantastical elements like the super solider/hero thing or the HYDRA danger lurking around the corner.  I just wanted it to be a simple story about how he struggled with and overcame suicidal thoughts and self esteem issues to fall in love with and accept the love of a woman who is the perfect fit.  And I think I accomplished what I set out to do.

08. Quote a favourite extract from one of your stories. What is it that you like about it?

Hmm, I really enjoyed writing chapter 9 of Better Than Okay because it was a brief interlude where Bucky and Darcy connected in a way that was completely without sexual tension or even physical attraction. In a way, that chapter was more intimate and a bigger leap in their relationship than the sex the next morning.

He swallowed the emotion blocking up his throat. “I can’t have what I want, doll. But that’s okay. I’ve made peace with it.”

“What do you want?”

“I thought I told you what when we were talking in my bed one morning. To be happy.”

“What would make you happy?” she asked, her eyes so serious they made him uncomfortable. Darcy wasn’t serious. She was flirty and funny and flippant. Irreverent.

You, he wanted to say. You would make me so happy. “I don’t know,” was his verbal answer. His bald-faced fucking lie. “Are you happy?”

She glanced over at him and then looked up at the curving rock above them. “I am right now.”

“But in general.”

“That’s harder,” she replied. “Sometimes it’s easier to just find those moments when nothing is wrong and try to hold onto them.”

“And this is one of those moments?”

“Yeah. Don’t you think so?”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah, it is.”

“See. You’re happy. Right here, right now.”

He nodded again. “I am.”

“That’s something.” Her voice was soft and her eyes were far away. There was something going on in her head and he desperately wished he knew what it was. Was she thinking about him?

“Yeah, something,” he agreed. Something he thought he’d never be able to say. That he is happy right here and right now. Everything is perfect in this moment. The little bench sheltered by high walls of rusty rock, the spicy brown mustard mixing with tender turkey and soft bread, the bite of carbonation in the sugary-sweet soda, the quickly cooling air and subtle breeze across the hairs of his right arm. The woman sitting beside him. Most of all her. This moment wouldn’t be perfect if that wasn’t her sitting there next to him.

Thank you @anogete!

And this is the time where I do a Madonna and get down on my knees. We’re out of nominations, folks. If I don’t get new nominations, I can’t keep the Spotlight going. It’s so easy - all you have to do is send a message to the blog or me (@latessitrice).

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